OH MY GOD. I had writers block for a week, and spent hours staring at a blank document. But, alas, I have made it happen! And yeah, here's my story. I'm not sure if any one's OOC in here, because they don't talk a lot. It's more of an introduction to their part of the story.

WARNING: MILD CURSING

Disclaimer: I don't own MR

Enjoy!

Knock on Wood

"Hey Angel, remind me why we're at a book store again?"

Max was not a morning person, certainly not; Angel had woken them up at six in the morning, wanting a book she saw on the internet. Every since then, she'd been impatient, grouchy, and the only person who stayed in a five mile radius from her was Angel. Nothing could shake that girl.

"Don't worry Max, I promise it's a really good book. In fact, we read it once!" Nudge's rambling must have worn off on the mind reader, because now she wouldn't shut up, and Max was having immense trouble tuning her out. She would attempt to have a talk with Nudge, but it would probably be one-sided. She was startled when a paperback children's book was shoved in her face. She pushed it away from herself, blinking a few times. "Let me see that." It was a kid's book alright. What kind of teenage novel would have a terribly drawn black fox on the cover, with a stupid goofy grin on its face? Even the title was weird. Alegre Poco Fox. What a jacked up name. Americans these days. But for some reason that she couldn't put her finger on, Angel was right; Max vaguely remembered seeing this book before.

"Whatever, let's just get it Max." If Max wasn't her tough, short tempered self, she would have wet her pants when she saw Fang standing right next to her. She seriously hated him when he did that. Either oblivious to her reaction, or acting secretly smug about it, he continued. "We should probably leave as soon as we can. Iggy found the horror section, and Nudge is trying to steal every gossip magazine at the front. Gasman's arguing with the clerk at the counter, God knows why." He gestured behind them, and Max was now well aware of shouts and hollers in that general direction. She cringed; leave it to the flock to attract unwanted attention.

So Max did what any normal parent would do in a situation like this. Max grabbed Angel's hand, shoved Gazzy aside, and bought the book.

*A*F*G*

Max sighed, rubbing her temples, her eyes squeezed shut, praying to whoever that a plane would pass by and hit her. Anything to make the kids SHUT UP. Iggy was actually trying to help, for once in his damn life. God probably didn't even know what the hell they were arguing about; probably something stupid, like makeup. Fang, being the jerk he was, didn't say a thing, and flew ahead of all of them, leaving her in charge of them. Lucky bastard. What Max wouldn't give to be free from her family. Knock on wood, she thought, and beat her wings, trying to stay in the air. Flying back and forth to Dr. Martinez's house and wherever wasn't that bad. It was a short flight to the city, and they hadn't been bothered by the School in weeks. It was a new feeling to her, but Max loved it.

When they had reached the porch, they were greeted by Ella and Dr. M. "Hey, Max. Dinner's ready. Get the flock washed up, and get ready to eat." Her mom winked at her. "It's going to be one heck of a dinner."

*A*F*G*

When the vet had said it was going to be great, she wasn't kidding. Picture everything you love, then times it by ten. She must have been doing it all day, maybe with the help of Ella.

Afterwards, Max, showing her mother side, made all the kids go to bed at eight. Not exactly their usual time, but she wanted them to be polite to Dr. M; it was her house after all. Max had opened the door to the girl's room and was about to step in when she heard scratching at the front door. She froze, honing in on it with her bird skills. She wasn't as accurate as Iggy, but it was fair game. Something medium sized was clawing at the wood with their, well… claws.

Tense with caution, the feisty blonde edged near the door, reaching her hand towards the knob. She made a sharp intake when she touched the metal with the tip of her fingers; the scratching had gotten louder. Remembering that brief yoga lesson her and Ella had done last week, she breathed in deeply, calming her thoughts. Her mind blank, now void of any caution or panic, turned the handle and pulled it towards her. She didn't remember closing her eyes, but when she opened them, it didn't matter. Forget the stupid yoga crap. What the hell was on the porch?

CLIFFHANGER. Just WOW. I can't write a darn thing for seven, eight days, and this is what I come up with? I'm truly ashamed of myself. But you might like it! There's a button at the bottom that says review so, PRESS THE BUTTON.

Also, a shout out to my buddy Silverstar121, who made me make this fanfiction account. YAY! Well, got to go now, because of you know, school and stuff. 'Til next time!

Kay