Chapter 1

The Flock hated joining new schools. It didn't matter if they were on the other side of the world, like this one for instance. Every school was the same old shit hole which always turned out bad.

It was the Flocks first day at an Australian school. Doctor Martinez insisted on them going just for a few day so she could sort out where they would be staying. She said that it would be less hassle with no kids around the house.

Fang found himself staring blindly at the wall in front of him. He didn't know what he was doing here, he couldn't see the point. But worst of all he hated being in a class where he didn't know anyone. Max and Iggy were probably feeling the same thing, all being split up and not knowing what to do.

"Nick? Do you have a problem?" Mr Cross asked.

Fang wasn't too sure why he asked that. Sure, Fang has problems such as his past life: the wings on his back, being brought up in dog crates and such. But he also has recent problems like, schooling. And this non experimental school was the last place he wanted to be right now.

Fang looked up from the back desk in the class room; still keeping his back slouched against the uncomfortable plastic chair which hurt his wings.

"I have many problems," Fang responded with a hint of attitude in his voice. Mr Cross removed his glasses from his eyes and hung his hand, which was holding the glasses, down the side of his soft leather chair.

"I meant with the class work Nick," Mr Cross sighed.

Fang looked down at the worksheet that was placed in front of him. He didn't reply to Mr Cross verbally, he just sighed.

"Nick, are you having trouble with the class work?" Mr Cross was starting to get stressed out slightly. Fang could tell by the tone of his voice and they was the teacher put both of his elbows onto the front desk.

"Yes," Fang said.

"Okay, well... which questi-" Fang cut Mr Cross off.

"I'm not having trouble with the questions,"

"Nicholas, stop wasting time and get on with the questions. I have better things to do than to be annoyed at someone because they wont do their work,"

Mr Cross turned his attention back to the books he was marking and ignored Fang for a while. Fang was still sitting with his back against the chair. He wanted to get out of here. Out of this school. He was getting a bad feeling. Probably the same feeling Max was having before they got out of the last school they went to all thanks to Anne. He got out his cell phone from his pocket and opened up a new message.

Max, he typed and glanced up to see if Mr Cross saw him, I have to get outta here. Fang looked up again. I have a bad feeling about this school. I don't know why but it seems wrong. I'm not meant to be here, none of us are...

Fang sent the message and put his phone back in his pocket. He stared down at his hands on his lap. He felt like there was something wrong. That someone was... looking at him. Fang lifted his head up and looked around the room. To his surprise he saw Mr Cross looking at him. Fang put on a chirpy smile and lifted a hand and signalled a 'hello' gesture.

Mr Cross sighed, again. He stood up and walked over to Fang. Heads turned as the teacher walked to the back of the room.

"Nick, did I just see you using your phone during class?" Mr Cross asked with his arms crossed across his chest.

"Yes. Yes you did," When Fang finished his little sentence he looked up at Mr Cross who was casually leaning back on an empty table next to Fang's.

"Sorry Nick but I need to confiscate your cell phone for the rest of the day. Its school rules," Mr Cross said with a serious face.

Fang felt his phone vibrate slightly in his pocket. He took it out, without looking at Mr Cross who was still right next to him.

"Nicholas. Hand me your phone, now. It is against school rules to have a cell phone out during class," Mr Cross voice was on the edge of getting frustrated.

"And...?" Fang said as he read the text.

I don't like it either. We need to get the Flock and get outta here as soon as possible.

"Gotta go Mr C." Fang said, standing up. "It was never my idea to go to school in the first place." He started to walk to the door until Mr Cross spoke.

"Where on Earth do you think you are going Nicholas!"

A few people in the class stopped writing to look up at Fang and Mr Cross. The rest of them were probably too scared and their hands just froze in mid sentence.

"I'm leaving. Oh, and look you can't stop me!" Fang shouted back at Mr Cross. Fang turned around and continued to walk to the door.

"Young man, if you leave this class you are never aloud to enter this room again! You will be asked to leave from this school! You are throwing your life away Nicholas!" Mr Cross was bright red and glaring directly at Fang.

Fang sighed and turned around, again, on the heel of this shoe. He was now looking at Mr Cross who was standing at the front of the class, two or so metres away from Fang. "I have spent my whole life so far doing what ever I want. That will never change. I don't follow laws, so what makes you think that I am going to follow these pathetic school rules?" He was keeping his voice away from shouting level. Fang walked closer to Mr Cross, and Fang was about the same height as the thirty or forty year old bloke. Fang turned back around and was almost at the door. "You wouldn't be able to expel me or anything anyway. You know why? Cause I have never belonged anywhere. And frankly, I don't give a shit if I can't step in this room again." Fang left it at that and stepped out the room.

Without turning back, he smiled to himself and opened up his cell phone which was still in his hand. He carried on walking and replied to Max's message.

I'm out. Took some effort but now I am walking in the corridors trying to find the way out of this shit hole. Where are you anyway?

He sent the message and now, he was walking towards the school reception. He was about to turn the corner when he realised that the person at the desk will ask what he is doing. He stopped in his tracks, while he though about what he was mean to be doing.

I'm waiting in the girls' bathroom. Just walk by and I'll see you.

he changed direction and headed to the corridoor with the girls bathroom. Fang walked by and peered through the window in the door of the girls bathroom. He saw Max sitting on the radiator, tapping her foot impatiently, she was staring at the door's window and immediatly jumped off the radiator when she saw Fang's head.

Fang stopped walking as he neared the end of the corridoor. He didn't pass any classrooms because it would make him look suspicious.

Max exited the girl's bathroom and walked over to Fang.

"We need to get Iggy. Do you know which room he is in?" She asked Fang.

"Nope." Fang smiled inside because he knew he was back to one word sentences.

"So I guess we have to look in every room. Unless... Does Iggy have his phone with him?"

"Dunno. But I have a better idea." Fang smiled to himself, relising how risky his plan is and how halarious it would be.

Max, on the other hand, looked like a dear in headlights and she whispered to herself, "God help me." Before she knew it, Fang grabbed hold of her arm and started walking down the hall way.