Me Randomly Talking: So, thank you to those who tried to help me come up with names but I literally woke up this morning and thought 'Her name shall be Alice'. My mind works in such strange ways. Maybe it's because I've been drooling over that game where Alice from Wonderland goes nuts and starts killing people. Maybe it's because I accidentally stayed up until three in the morning watching Korean dramas. Who knows? Also, thank you to those who have been pointing out errors in my work. I really like making my stories the best as they possible can be, so if you see any errors or things that might want changing, tell me. My stories are only here for your enjoyment after all. Domo Arigatou

Information: So if you been reading this, you're probably wondering "How can this person screw up this awesome book even more?" Well, I'll tell you how. By making Alice a fan of Maximum Ride. I'm doing this because if the Flock did exist (jury's still out on that one) then wouldn't it be the greatest thing ever if you could meet them? Possibly help them? Or even cause their world total destruction? Okay, maybe the last one isn't every fan girl's dream, but I'm pretty sure some type of "imminent doom" thing is going to come up in the later chapters. So deal with it. Anyway, I think that Alice is not going to appreciate meeting them as much as I would though. Oh yeah, there might be a bit more cursing since I put a little bit of me in Alice's personality. Anyway, on with the show.

Legal stuff: I don't think I'm going to even bother putting this up next time. I don't own anything except my characters and the twists in plot. If you like to say otherwise, take it up with my invisible lawyer.

Chapter Four: Alice Loses Her Mind

I groaned in frustration. I turned around to glance at the LED clock by her bed. After looking, I threw one of my pillows at it. With a thump it landed on the floor, leaving me in the complete darkness of my room. According to the clock, it was a little more than three in the morning. Three in the fucking morning I thought, exhaling gustily in exhaustion. I've had insomnia before, but this was nuts. It was almost time for the day to start and I hadn't slept a wink. Usually, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, due to the mixture of homework, friends, and soccer I take on every day. This was just plain strange. In fact, the whole day had been strange. This morning, on my way to the bus stop, I swear I felt someone following me, but when I looked no one was there. Even in the hallways at school, I felt a presence by my locker but when I reached out to touch it, it was gone.

"Maybe it's a ghost," my friend Marie suggested during lunch when I told her about the stalker presence.

I rolled my eyes "Yeah, a ghost would totally want to stalk me."

"Well why not? You never know. In fact, maybe you should stay over at my house tonight," she said, leaning in close enough so I could see her three gleaming tongue studs. "I'd protect you from the ghosties," she finished with a malicious smile.

Marie is my best friend. She is also an extremely promiscuous lesbian. Not that I mind, because she's been making passes at me since the fourth grade. At the time I didn't know what a lesbian was, and there weren't many in our private school, so she took it upon herself to educate me on the subject. We've been besties ever since.

I had rolled my eyes then, telling her I was afraid of what she would do to me once she got me in her room alone. But now, as I felt something in the darkness staring at me, I wished I had taken up her offer. Now I felt the stare coming from the corner of my room, but even in the darkness I could see nothing was there. I've always had incredible eyesight, even in the dark, so it was easy to tell that the only thing there was my soccer bag. But even then, I still felt that something was there. It was really freaking me out. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep like this, so finally I sat up and muttered "Stupid fucking ghost," and threw my other pillow in that direction. The pillow made a thump and fell on the floor. My breathing hitched. My eyes widened. It didn't hit the wall. Midway to the corner where I threw it, it suddenly stopped as if hitting something, and then fell on the floor. There was someone, something, there that I couldn't see. I stumbled off of my bed. What the Fuck? Slowly, I stood up and walked to the spot where the pillow fell. Picking up the pillow, I clutched it tightly as I shakily reached my hand out. I grabbed what felt like soft, smooth skin. I heard a voice whisper "Ouch." Then everything went black.

...

Damn that Fang and his invisible powers.

I will now give you a bit of background on Alice, seeing as I have no idea how I'm going to incorporate one later on in the story

Name – Alice

Age – 16

Birthday – September 10th, 1994

Bio – Was abandoned near an orphanage on December 10th, 1994 in New York City. She seemed to be about three months old. Two months later, she was adopted by a rich couple. Unfortunately, the adoption was more for show than wanting to have a child. Both the mother, a famous photographer, and the father, a famous director, were too busy to take care of her, so they hired a nanny and, when she was old enough, they sent her away to a boarding school in Bavaria, Germany, where she now resides as a junior in high school. She has two friends: Marie (promiscuous lesbian) and Tristan (German who hates everything except his friends…..well, he might hate Marie anyway).

Likes- German rock music, chocolate, soccer, fireworks (points for Iggy), art (especially movies and photography due to her parents), and the Maximum Ride novels

Dislikes – Annoying people, home work, pop music, heights (minus points for Iggy), and people who disturb her sleep (minus points for Fang)

Anyway, I hope you liked it. If you didn't, please tell me why so I can improve on it in the future. Also, can someone please tell me what a beta is? A reader offered to be one for me. I assume it's an editor, but I want to know for sure. As always, Domo Arigatou for reading my lame stories~ Яamona