Please give a drumroll for the second chapter of When the World Fell!

Disclaimer: I remembered it this time, yay! All characters except Iggy's Voice and the random popular kid you'll meet belong to James Patterson.

I gripped my bed sheets as if they were the only things keeping me alive. I was drenched in sweat and entwined with my covers. My breathing was ragged and uneven.

"Who screamed?" Max's yell rang throughout the house.

I got out of bed and walked groggily into the hallway, leaning against the wall. "It was me."

As the other Flock members exited their rooms, Max marched up to me and snapped, "Why were you screaming?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but didn't know quite how to. I didn't exactly want to tell Max that I just promised a voice in my dream a favor in return for the ten things I wanted most. For some reason, I thought that she might laugh in my face. I was the one who dreamed it, and I still half-thought that someone drugged my taco.

So, I gave the simplest answer I could. "I had a bad dream." It wasn't really a lie, because the last part was pretty creepy. All those weird voices telling me things. I wondered if that's how Max felt when her Voice talked to her. After a millisecond of self-debate, I decided that her Voice was just frustrating, not creepy. She yelled at it enough.

"Well, next time, try not to wake everyone up." I could hear her walk away, half-stomping her feet.

Dylan scoffed, "She's not happy with you, Iggy."

I retorted, "How did you make that deduction, Sherlock?"

Dylan walked off. As he did, he called, "I'm just saying, she obviously doesn't like you waking everyone up."

Gazzy emerged from his room. "Yeah, dude. Next time, be a little quieter with your nightmares. Some of us" –he gestured to Nudge and winked at me- "need our beauty sleep." I couldn't help but snicker.

Total, who obviously didn't get the joke, entered the hallway. "Yes, Iggy. Be a little quieter next time. Only little kids scream from a nightmare. I haven't done that since I was a puppy." He gave me a little look with his Scottie eyes. "You should be ashamed."

After that, everyone went back to sleep, though it took me a while. I couldn't stop thinking of the voice's promises and how it would give me everything I wanted. Besides, how could it? It was just a voice, right?

So, as we were flying to school, Gazzy nudged me and whispered mischeviously, "Ig, I've got an idea. I bet that I can get into more trouble than you and not get caught."

I thought about it for a second. That did sound fun. What was the worst that could happen? I'd get in trouble, they'd expel me, and Nino Pierpont would pay for me to reenroll. I'd get a lecture from Max, but I could tune her out. I smirked. "You're on, Gaz."

Soon enough, we were at school. Gazzy immediately rushed off somewhere and as girls flocked towards Dylan, Max sulked off with one of her "mess-with-me-and-you're-dead" glares.

The day passed pretty quickly and, soon enough, I found myself in my second-to-last class, chemistry, without causing any trouble. And, to make matters worse, I had already heard rumors about Gazzy pranking numerous teachers.

In chemistry, my lab partner was some Dan, the linebacker of the school football team. He didn't seem to have any intellect, but he was one of the most popular guys in school. He always put his feet on the table and texted while I did all of the work, which, considering my teacher banned me from touching the chemicals, wasn't very fun. Honestly, it sucked. Though, I didn't really dislike him. If I could see and text, I would, instead of working.

So, when our teacher stopped giving a lecture on boron because she had to take care of business, I knew it was my chance. Everyone was either talking, texting, or reading. No one would notice me.

So, as swiftly as I could, I got out of my seat and moved to the back of the room where the chemicals are kept. Because of my abnormally strong sense of smell, it was easy to navigate the most explosive chemicals.

I picked a few chemicals that smelled toxic and clumsily fished a large, cylindrical beaker out of the cabinet. Then I poured one of the chemicals into the beaker, careful not to spill any. Which is pretty hard, when you're blind. Then I picked up the other two chemicals and, as hastily as possible, dumped them into the beaker. Then I ran to my seat.

I instantly heard fizzing from the back of the room. Then crackling and popping. And then my concoction erupted like a volcano.

I heard several girls squeal because of whatever foamy spray my mix created. I heard laughs and gasps of awe from the guys. It was sprayed all over the room. I know that because I several drops of pungent foam hit my face.

Then my teacher came in. "What is going on in here?" she snapped. She instantly looked at me. "Why did you fool with the chemicals?"

I raised my hands innocently. "I didn't. You won't let me."

"Yeah," Dan defended. "He never left his seat." Confused, my teacher began to question students. Dan chuckled. "Dude, I've got to give you props. That was so awesome."

"Thanks," I said.

"How would you like to hang out with me and my buds today after school? We're all going to see this new horror flick. Are those too bloody for you?" Dan asked.

"I can't even see, so I don't notice the blood. Does the movie have any explosions?" I grinned.

Dan laughed. "Of course, dude! I heard that the killer blew up an entire factory building!"

My grin grew. "Epic." After that, we tried to high five, but I ended up slapping Dan in the face. We agreed not to try that again. So, for about a whole class, I was a normal teenager.

Everything went well until the middle of my last class, world history, where I got an idea. The teacher was checking work on the other side of the room and I saw the perfect opportunity for a prank.

You see, I always carried several pocket bombs and a detonator with me, for defense purposes. These bombs weren't large enough to injure anyone unless they exploded at a really close proximity.

So, while the teacher wasn't looking, I decided to place one of my pocket bombs under his desk. No one noticed, except for Dan, who said that he gave me a thumbs up. Then the teacher sat down at his desk.

After that, things got crazy.

As soon as the teacher sat down, I pushed the button on the detonator. I heard a small boom and the sound of my teacher scrabbling away from his desk. Everyone in the room was either freaking out, laughing, or trying not to do either of those things.

I'm not going to describe what went on after that, but let's just say that my teacher blew things way out of proportion. He ended up ranting to the principal, somehow convincing her to end school early because of supposed danger.

After everyone was dismissed, I followed Dan to where he was grouping with his friends to go to the movies. We were all about to leave and go see the horror film when I heard Max's voice behind me. "Iggy, come with me." I tried to ignore her. Big mistake.

"Iggy!" she yelled, attracting the attention of Dan and company. "I need to talk to you, so get over here, or else!"

Dan and his friends laughed. "Dude, who is she, your mom? Are you really going to let a little girl boss you around like that?"

Before I could say that I wasn't going to do as she said, Max took a step towards Dan and company. "Who are you to be calling someone a little girl?"

Dan sneered, "What are you saying?"

Max replied, her voice cold and clipped, "I'm saying you look like more of a little girl than I do."

Then Dan tried to punch her. Let's just say that one teacher intervention and angry Max later, we had almost been expelled from the school. As we were walking to a hill where we could get a good jump for flying, she snarled, "This is your fault."

I gasped, "How is this my fault?"

"If you wouldn't have mixed those chemicals and put a bomb under the teacher's desk, I wouldn't be here lecturing you!" Then she ran ahead towards the cliff.

Suddenly, I felt energy pulsing through me. I felt stronger and smarter. Vivid colors, shapes, and images flashed in my mind.

Hello, Iggy. I froze. "Who's there?" I spun around frantically, listening for who it could be. I heard nothing.

The Voice seemed to laugh. Don't you recognize me?

"Sorry, but I'm not good with faces," I said.

I'm the Voice from your dream.

"Why are you in my head?" This is slightly weirder than I thought it would be.

Right now, you're standing on one of the spots where you're supposed to place the blue devices. Besides, I've decided to drop in on you every once in a while. I'll be back soon. Sayonara.

"Wait, don't go!" But it was too late. The Voice was gone. But I still decided to do as it said. I had brought the blue spheres with me, in case they were needed. When I placed the sphere at my feet, I felt the energy force dim a bit.

But what I didn't notice was that, after I left, the blue sphere expanded and buried itself into the ground while the ring disappeared.

And the plot thickens! Please stay tuned for the next installment of When the World Fell! Also, I'd appreciate it if you guys reviewed, favorited, ect.

~Haymitch-the-Hobo