FPOV

"You are so cool or you look cool, anyway! Well whatever! You have awesome style and clothes and I was driving by your house trying not to crash because I have my learner's permit and my mom was in the car and I saw you move in! You said something and your foster mom looked horrified, and I laughed and almost crashed into a tree! You should've seen the look on my mom's face and I screamed, and then she went into a rant about airbags and how they could hurt you instead of help you and I said that they should have a fluffy pillow pop out instead and I said it should be pink but my mom said that I should keep my eyes on the road and-" the girl Nudge said all in one breath, leaving Max with her jaw dropped.

"Slow down there, girl, and eat," Max nodded towards Nudge's full, though untouched plate. Nudge obliged, looking so different with her mouth full of food instead of words.

That voice, I thought. I know that I know that voice….

Suddenly the boy named Gazzy lived up to his name; and let out a stench so strong that Max was coughing, people from all corners of the lunchroom were fleeing, and I covered my nose. "Oops," he grinned.

"Yeah, oops, you're gonna kill me here," Max coughed.

We didn't stay in the lunchroom after that.

-I REALLY HOPE THIS LINE BREAK WORKS! THE OTHERS DIDN'T! SORRY! -

STILL FPOV

Max said that she was walking home, so I said I would come, still trying to figure out where I had heard her voice. She gave me an odd look, though didn't protest. We were about halfway back to her house when I noticed that her tank top was starting to come up, leaving the skin between her shirt and her jeans exposed.

I reached out to pull it down, though as I did, I felt something soft- feathery- "What the hell do you want, pal?" she snarled, and suddenly everything clicked. The feathers on her back made up her wings, so similar to mine, though mine were black. The voice belonged to the Maximum Ride, the one in the dog crate next to me, the one who had said those exact words to Jeb, the white coat that had given us our first real meal, and had taken us to our foster parents.

"Max," I said, shocked.

"Well, well, the dark black rock said something. Well, gee, aren't I flattered that it was my name he said? Well, let me think. No. Back the hell away, pal."

"Max, don't you-"

"Ooh, he said it again," she mocked, flipping her brown hair with natural blond streaks away from her face in annoyance.

"Max-"

"Look, pal, I've got better things to do than for you to-"

"Max, shut up and listen!" I ran my hand through my too-long hair, trying to sort out my thoughts. "You have wings, don't you?"

The only difference from her face other than the skeptical smirk was a slight whiting, showing her shock. "Yeah, well tell whoever told you that to stuff it," she spat, spinning on her heal to sprint away. God, she was fast. And the way her hair is whipping behind her is just so- NO! BAD, BAD, BAD-

Max? What the hell is she doing running towards the woods from her back door? Okay, don't worry, I'm not a stalker or anything, but I had to follow her.