Heyyyy
Sorry for the SUPER late post

I was practicing for my Summer Classes on Monday.

Also, the house across the street got robbed.
I don't know why I find that funny, but I do.

Dylan's POV

School over the past three days have looked up for me.

I've found some new friends on the school's basketball team, and I'm getting known in the halls, I guess. More people are starting to talk to me, but the flock is getting kinda low ratings.

Storm's getting pieces of paper thrown at her and Iggy's being completely abused. Of course, Iggy would punch them and tell them to leave him and his sister alone, but that never ends well.

Fang's got girls drooling all over him, and Max isn't in a great mood about it. But, the younger ones seem to like their school, so that's good. The only down side is that the teachers are complete bullies to everyone. Not a surprise; one of them could be a complete vampire and I wouldn't be surprised.

"Earth. To Dylan." Storm cooed, her pale hand shaking back and forth in front of my eyes. She startled me out of my trance, and smiled.

"Wha?.." I mumbled, my eyes focusing. I finally found the flock, licking their fingers after eating their sandwiches, courtesy of Iggy. I realized the last bite to finish of mine, and immediately swallowed it. Storm's gray eyes stared with humor at me as I smiled back, crumbs under my lips.

"It's almost time for Gym, your favorite." She teased, and I rolled my eyes. It was the only class me and Storm had together alone, and I've been trying to patch things up between us then. Not really working out.

"Why don't you like Gym? You of all people should." Iggy asked, swiping the crumbs off of his uniform. I can see the obvious similarities between him and Storm, and most of the school can, too.

"Just doesn't compare to Ma- Mackenzie's training for us," I corrected myself, "It just feels like nothing for me."

Fang nodded and Max smiled.

"It's true. Mackenzie therapy increases strength and flexibility." Max bragged, Fang smirking.

"Not to mention flight and sarcasm." Iggy murmured, Ravi smothering her laughter. Ravi seemed to be getting some popularity around here, though she didn't know it. She also seemed to be opening up some more to us. She normally just talked to me or Storm, and sometimes Max. But now? She's practically Nudge's twin. Talks a lot, but not as much as Nudge.

The bell rang, loudly and high pitched, signaling us to go.

"I'll cya guys at home, right?" Max asked, checking her schedule then nodded.

"Alright. Cya." We said, filing out of the double doors. I grabbed Storm's hand, directing her to the tall, maple wood doors filled with about twenty kids.

She was startled for a moment until seeing my face then grinned.

The floor was lined with thick, flattened carpet that was dark blue that was almost black. A tan outline created the lines to make a basketball court.

Tan bricks, painted and chipped, lead up to a high ceiling with bars that was holding up cheap lights. One of the lights was cracked, and flickering. Murder scene? I think so.

"Alright. Form a line, come on come on, hurry! Don't keep me waiting." The old lady shouted, her raspy voice echoing through the huge room. We rushed into a line, Storm still next to me.

"One by one please tell me your name. Once you told me it, run twenty laps around the room. Go on, start!"

"Jakob."

"Eathen."

"Saila."

"Dominique."

Name were becoming called one by one, people filing and running around the room, the kids at the end of the line taunting the others running. Slowly, the line came to me and Storm.

"Sarah."

"Aiden." Storm said, sternly, and her sneakers rubbing roughly against the floor as she ran.

"Sage." I said, following her. Storm looked back, seeing my determined face, and grinned evilly as she picked up her pace. I frowned, and bit my lip as I started to run even faster. The echoes of sneakers thumping against the carpet made sounds of thunder thump against the walls.

All of a sudden, on our thirteenth lap, the blonde haired girl in front of us skidded to a stop, colliding into Storm. Her foot tripped Storm, sending her for her face to meet the floor. Her nose hit with a loud thump.

Ouch..

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" The girl shouted, clutching her ankle. What a jerk..

"Watch where I'm going? YOU tripped ME." Storm shot back, standing up, her nose starting to bleed.

"Did not! Look, my foot is swollen! You sprained it, you jerk!"

"Listen up, you scu-"

"What happened here?" The coach shouted, interrupting the girls' bickering. Storm crossed her arms and gave the blondie the Look.

"Aiden just grabbed my arm and jerked me back, making her trip over my body! She landed smack dab on my ankle and her nose hit the floor, making it bleed." The girl lied, Storm giving her a look of shock.

"Is this so, Aiden?"

"Of course not! Look at my nose; it's BLEEDING, in case you haven't noticed." Storm shouted, a crowd starting to form. Her hand was cupped under her nose, making sure it wouldn't drip onto the floor.

"Go outside. Right out those doors behind you. I'll go easy on you since your new, kid."

"But-"

"Go." The coach said firmly, sending Storm streaking out the door, slamming it behind her. Angry Storm is never a good sign. And this was the last class before going home. Younger ones, take cover.

Storm's POV

The door slammed behind me as I stood in the chilly, windy air, giving me chills.

The wind made me, I don't know, air-sick? It just made me miss my wings and I wished I could just.. tear open this stupid, short uniform and fly off, not caring about Blaze or anybody.

I got goosebumps all over my skin as I slammed my back against the wall, sliding down onto the cold, dewey grass and curled into a ball. I took out one of the notes found in my desk in Math.

It was crumpled and whoever wrote it had awfully curly handwriting and wrote down some awful and terrible words that would make you cry. I won't tell you these words for your convenience, but just know these words could be said in a foreign language and people would still be shocked.

I read all these words over and over as the world turned blurry and my eyes turned misty.

Why am I so weak? And God, my nose was killing me.

I touched my nose to find blood now staining my lips and a tear collided with it.

Suddenly, out of the middle of nowhere, my nose went numb as I touched it. It was like, the pain was draining.

Like it was being... healed?

I wiped my blood and looked in a window that showed into the gym. Looking into my reflection, I gasped.

The bleeding had stopped, and my nose was perfect, like nothing had happened.

Did I just.. heal?

I immediately started freaking out, and tugged down my white, knee high socks down, revealing some old cuts and a small scar on my calf.

I quickly touched it with three fingers and closed my eyes for a few moments.

I opened my eyelids to find no more blisters, bruises, scabs, nothing!

Oh my God I got a new power!

I silently leapt for joy and realized something.

I could heal the flock from their cuts and stuff! I could heal Max from her forehead scar, and Angel from her toe blister, and Ig- wait.

Iggy. I can heal Iggy!

I was jumping up and down whispering, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!"

The door flew open, almost smacking my head if I hadn't leapt back.

"Your punishment is over, you may come in now, Miss Aiden." The coach instructed.

Punishment? You wish!

The Gasman's POV

"Now, if six times seven is forty-two, what is six times eight?" The teacher, Mrs. Blunt asked.

I groaned. This was the seventh time today she had asked this question. I get it, there's a quiz, can we go home now?

I slammed my head against my plastic desk with a thwack.

"Alek! Since you seem to know this lesson since you're not listening, why don't you tell us the answer?" Mrs. Blunt said, sternly. She made me immediately sit up and I started to think.

Add six to forty-two and..

"Six times eight is forty-eight!" I said, excited I finally got the answer right. Try yelling at me for THAT, teach!

"That is.. correct, mister Cadwell."

Wow.. she called me mister.

I feel like a lawyer. Like, the president or something! Maybe I can be the president! And I can make it so that way everyone can have wings and can see flying is awesome! Oh, and I can show them how to make nuclear bombs and stuff!

Maybe I can be in the army, like in the Military or something! I can be, like, a flying bomber! That would be so cool.

"Alrighty, now it's time for Science!" The teacher said, enthusiastically. The class groaned.

"Mrs. Blunt, may I use the restroom?" I asked, politely. I added a cheesy smile for the affect.

"Yes you may."

I busted through the doors, my fist punching the air.

At last! Freedom!

"Gass- I mean, Alek?!" Someone called behind me. I whipped my head around, finding Nudge streaking towards me with a silly grin on her face.

"Hi! I haven't seen you all day! This place is cool, huh?" She said.

"Yeah!"

"I was just going to th- woah. Look at THAT!" Nudge exclaimed, pointing to a red joystick. It was white and red, a handle saying, "PULL DOWN"

"That's a fire alarm." I reported, and an evil grin broke up on my face. Hey, if I want to start learning to be a spy, or a military dude, I should start now.

"Get ready to run." I instructed, walking up to it.

"You're not going to.."

"Oh I am."

Nudge ran through the halls, quickly, and went into the girls' bathroom, watching me with a cute smile.

I stood on my tip toes as I grabbed the handle and jerked it down and ran into the guys' bathroom, laughing.

The alarm was loud and pitchy, and everyone filed out as I ran out, acting surprised and scared.

"What happened?" A teacher across the hall asked. I ran up to her, acting sad and scared.

"A.. a older boy ran out, s-saying he would pull the fire alarm if I hadn't give him my lunch money. I didn't give it to him, because my family is very hungry and I need to eat, and he ran out and the alarm went o-off." I lied, fake stammers in my voice.

The teacher wrapped me in a hug saying, "It's okay, we'll help you."

I'm starting to like school, now.

Back at home...

Iggy's POV

"Don't forget about your homework!" Max yelled as I thud up the stairs.

"Damn it.." I mumbled, reaching the top.

I felt footsteps make a quick run across the short hallway as I went into the bedroom the person came out of. Feeling the uniform across his or her bed, I noticed it was Storm's.

Thinking I was intruding, I was going to walk out as I felt a crumpled piece of paper in her pocket.

"Huh?.. What's this?" I asked myself, slowly uncurling the note.

Uh ohhh!
Iggy found the note...

I hope you liked this extra long chapter.

Sorry for no Storm x Dylan or any of that.
I'll put it into the next chapter.

Peace out, sucklacular losers!