TikFlok
Iggy's POV; I do not own Iggy, just my dreams about him. If I owned Tik Tok, my name would be Kesha, and I would not spend my precious time on FanFiction. Setting is in Detroit.
Tik-Flock
I sat daydreaming and doodling in my notebook in 2nd hour science. The teacher, Mrs. Ham, was talking about Coriolis Effect; something I already learned about.
As I was drawing a picture of Mickey Mouse the person sitting next to me nudged me. I ignored her. She nudged me again.
"What?" I snapped at her.
She pointed at the teacher's desk.
"Iggy, I asked you a question."
"I'm sorry ma'am, what did you say?"
"How many different ways do the winds travel in the Northern Hemisphere?"
I knew the answer but thought it was high time to get out of here. I stepped on my desk and broke into song. I heard people gasp.
Wake up in the morning feeling like P-Diddy. Grab my glasses, I'm out the door, I'm gonna hit this city. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack cuz when I leave for the night I ain't coming back.
"Iggy, sit down this instant!" yelled Mrs. Ham.
I'm talking pedicures on our toes toes
Trying on all our clothes clothes
Boys blowing up our phones phones
I started jumping from desk to desk. I could hear Fang snickering to my right.
Drop-topping playin' our favorite CDs
Pulling up to the parties
Trying to get a little bit tipsy
"Iggy, I'm going to call the office and we'll let Mr. Wood deal with you!"
Don't stop, make it pop, DJ blow my speakers up
Tonight, Imma fight till I see the sunlight
Tik Tok on the clock but the party don't stop
No
Now kids started singing along, really getting into it.
Ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer
Ain't got no money in my pocket, but I'm already here
And now the dudes are lining up cuz they hear we got swagger
But we kick 'em to the curb unless they look like Mick Jagger
I opened my wings and flew out the door. Kids cheered and gasped. I forgot that the door was closed though. I hit it with a distressing thud and crashed to the ground in a crumpled heap. Fang grabbed my hand and literally pulled me out of there. Kids started streaming out of their classrooms.
Every pull or tug of my hand made me cry out in pain. I was pretty sure it was broken. Tears started involuntarily running down my face.
Fang ran into Mrs. Jacob's room, who was explaining Pythagorean's Theorem. He let go of me, and I was scared. Kids were everywhere, going nuts. I was right in the middle of them ad had no idea what the heck was going on. As soon as I was really starting to panic Fang grabbed my hand and I heard Max's footsteps running with us. We turned a corner, ran down stairs, and outside.
"You wanna tell me what the heck happened in there?" asked Max
"Well, first there was Coriolis Effect, then Kesha, a bottle of Jack, and P-Diddy." I could practically see Max's stunned face.
"We've gotta get the kids and scram," said Fang.
Once we had flown to the elementary school, I set a bomb off in the boy's bathroom to distract everyone. It worked perfectly. Everybody evacuated, and nobody even noticed Gazzy's, Nudge's and Angel's absence.
"Why did we have to leave?" asked Gazzy.
"Because Iggy decided to cause hell at a middle school," said Fang with his usual tact.
"They saw our wings," I said anxiously. "We have to get out of here."
"Well where do you propose we go, O Wise One?"
"Hawaii!"
So there we were two hours later at Detroit Metro Airport, staring at a Boeing 747.
"Are we going to steal that airplane?" asked Angel.
"Let's!" shouted Gazzy.
"Okay, we are definitely going to Juvi," Max muttered under her breath "first a jerk's money, then a car, now an airplane!"
"How else are we going to get to Hawaii? Swim there?" I asked.
"Fine, fine. You win! Happy? Now we can steal an airplane and I'll blame you when the cops come and arrest us."
After I expertly picked the lock on the airplane, we boarded it and sat in first class.
"Oh my God, if you thought driving a car looked hard, how in the heck are we going to drive an airplane?" asked Max, starting to sound panicked.
"Can I please drive it?" I asked her; all seriousness.
"Heck no!"
"Let. Me. Drive. The. Airplane…NOW!"
"No crazy-head!"
I ran into the cockpit and locked the door. I didn't even know these things had locks.
I sat down in the pilot seat and felt this aura around me. I don't even know what it was; it was like this spirit thing.
I ran my sensitive fingers over all the controls. Hey! Bonus! They were in Braille!
I put my hands on the 'steering wheel' and closed my eyes tight. I crouched on the chair concentrating hard on the jet.
I don't know what came over me. I suddenly started pushing random buttons. It was like my arms were moving with their own volition, doing whatever they wanted.
I felt the powerful jet come to life under my feet. I could hear the flock screaming as they were thrown back into their seats.
The plane moved faster and faster. Soon we were airborne. I programmed the jet to fly on auto pilot for a while, unlocked the door, and leaned against the door frame.
"And who can't drive a jet?" I asked.