Fang better show up.

I was waiting near the entrance of the school for him. Sam came early too so he kept me company while I waited. It wasn't unwanted company-it was actually pretty 'chill.' Especially when he's not around Dylan. When he's around-him and Dylan always are at competition with one other.

"Why did you come this early anyways?" Sam asked me, leaning up against the wall.

"I'm waiting for someone. Why did you?" I leaned up against the wall beside him, hoping I looked like he did and not like a complete 'tool.' I'm still learning the language the kids speak today. It's nothing like the English I learned. Nothing like any other language I learned either.

"I always come early, I help out at the office. But they don't have anything for me to help with today," Sam explained. "So...are you actually going to tryout for cheerleading?"

"To be honest, I hardly know what cheerleading is..." I admitted, blushing a bit. I hope it's not uncommon for someone to not know what it is...The only thing I've seen is girls walking around in the uniforms...never what they actually do. The only thing I know is that they cheer at games.

"If you need help...I have a half sister who was in gymnastics a couple years back...She knows a thing or two," Sam said, "I can get her to teach you."

"I would love that, thanks," I grinned, he smiled widely back. "So I was wondering-"

"Hi Max... Sam," Fang grunted unhappily shooting lasers at Sam. Well, that's what it looked like.

"Oh hey Fang," Sam greeted nicely, he seemed very genuine. His green eyes were warm; that's the thing I like about Sam, he isn't stuck up or much of a pervert. He is sincerely a nice guy. He's the opposite of Fang who is cocky, rude and quiet most of the time. Sam's practically always smiling, he loves to talk and help others and he is quite modest.

Fang, being the happy-go-lucky guy he is, just stood there glaring at Sam. Sam scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and I gave him an apologetic look.

"I'll uh see you in homeroom?" it came out like more of a question. As if Sam was asking Fang if that was alright with him even though it was directed at me.

Before Fang could scare him even more, I stepped in. "Of course, see you later."

Sam picked up his bag and walked away quickly. I turned around and smacked Fang.

"Stop scaring my friend!"

"He's a wimp."

"Fang." I said threatening. What was this guy's problem with everyone? He is the most antisocial guy I've ever met. I've only ever seen him talk to me and one other slightly older dude.

"Come," Fang said walking away. I guess he wanted me to follow. I followed him into the school to the 'AV' room. I have no idea what that is, the only reason I knew what it was called was because it said that on the door. "Mike?"

"Over here Fang!" A high pitched perky voice called out. I'm positive it was male.

The room was very dark, the only light on was from the computers and old fashioned tvs. I saw something move in the corner and saw a very tall lanky guy.

He had long blonde hair and dark blue eyes. He wore a t-shirt and jeans and a scarf and large glasses. He was very cute and smiley.

"Your right Fangy, she is beautiful," Mike asked making me blush and look at Fang who was rolling his eyes, but I could tell he was nervous.

"I didn't say that," he pointed out.

"But you implied it," Mike said grinning largely.

Fangs POV

When I first heard Max's problem, I knew I had to help her. I've never known my parents; I have been from orphanage to orphanage, foster home to foster home, and adopted 3 different times- none of which turned out well. I felt the need to help Max find her dad and make her complete, since I can't do the same for myself. If it was anyone else-I would have kept my mouth shut and never would have spoke a word...But with her...I feel different. Like I belong to something bigger than myself. And I love every second of it.

I'm more of a thinker than a speaker. I don't voice my thoughts. Even with my long time friend Mike. But with Max, she makes me feel like I can.

Mike and I have known each other since gr 6. I had just moved to my new foster home(I am still in the same one) and was starting school. Kids didn't accept me very well...I was really quiet and back then I was a little skinny guy...I was bullied because I was a freak. Mike was...well he was the opposite. He was popular with our classmates, was even class president. He was in every club...he was the most liked guy in school even. We didn't talk at all in gr 6...Except for whenever he was around, he would get the kids to not bother me. In gr 7, he started 'coming out,' he decided that he was gay. His parents supported him but the kids...the kids teased him a lot and the older boys use to beat on him and make fun of him. Mike, who use to always be at someone's house or in a club, quit everything and locked himself in his room most of the time. That's where he picked up his computer skills. Anyways, I decided to return the favour and beat up the boys who were mean to him. He's a year older making him a senior now; because of him being bullied he is now president of the AV club with his own office in the room and he is an amazing hacker.

We weren't best friends and probably never will be. But we do talk and do favours for one another. Like now for instance.

"This is Max. Max, Mike," I introduced them and they shook hands.

"Now Max, step into my office," Mike ordered then sat down at his chair. He told me to close the door behind us. "Fang had given me info on what you need to accomplish...I had already started the search. The funny thing is...there are no Anne Walkers in this entire state and the surrounding states that graduated at a high school within 20 years of when I estimated your mother would have graduated. So either, your mom lied about going to school not too far from here or Anne Walker isn't her real name."

Max's POV

"Well, my mom said she had a friend named Susan...maybe if you searched for her?" Another lie. Susan is my mom; Anne's the 'friend.'

"I need more than the name Susan...It would help if you knew what year she graduated, real name, and at least the city the school was in..." Mike told me. Well this whole thing is disappointing. "I think your mom is lying to you..."

"Thanks for trying Mike, I will figure something out.."

"Alrighty Max, I will be here for you when you do," he gave me a hug, "Good luck." Just as he said it, the bell rang.

Homeroom went by in a blur. I decided that I will skip second period and go back to Anne's loft to find clues. On my way sneaking out, Fang followed.

"Where you going?"

"Home to find out some stuff," I said still walking. Anne should be at work so this is my only chance. She gave me an extra key so getting in won't be a problem.

"I'm coming. How far away do you live?"

"About a 10 min drive. 30 min walk..."

"Come on, we'll take my motorcycle," he said grabbing my arm and dragging me to the parking lot.

Now, I know how to hot wire a car...That's all I know about cars. Meaning I have no clue what a motorcycle is.

Fang got on something that looked like a bike except instead of pedals and everything, and it had a motor as far as I can tell. Fang took a big helmet out and put it on my head while I stood there like an idiot.

"Are you going to get on or what?" Fang asked starting the engine.

"Where do I sit?" I had no clue. He just got on as if he was riding a horse. Where do I sit? There are no seats. Fang sighed and pointed behind him. So I'm supposed to straddle the seat and him? Brilliant.

I cautiously swung my leg over and got behind, trying to leave space between us.

"Scoot forward, and hang on to me," Fang demanded. Yeah, okay. Like I'm doing that.

"No, I'm good here," I said evenly. I could tell he was smirking.

"Fine, have it your way." The engine made a loud sound and suddenly, we were flying forward at fast speeds. I would have screamed but the air was rushing past me so fast I couldn't open my mouth. My arms had wrapped themselves around Fang tightly. I hid my body behind Fang's so he could block me from the wind. I heard Fang chuckle.

"So, I'm guessing you've never rode on one of these?"

"I guess you could say that," I yelled. "Turn right!" I took a deep breath. I could feel the coldness from the air fill my nostrils, turning the inside into ice. I brought me back to my home... with my dad. I missed him. Luckily Fang was here to keep me warm.

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When we got inside, there was no sign of Anne. Time to start digging through stuff.

"Where do you think she would hide stuff?" Fang asked.

"Her bedroom," I said leading him down the hallway. I've never actually been in there...and am a little scared about what's inside...I mean, if she was evil like I suspected-there might be laser traps and maybe a lair and a coffin...

...Or there's it's a completely white room with a huge bed and dresser and clothes. Well then, that works too.

I started checking the closet, nothing there but clothes. I checked the dresser-nothing.

"Fang, I'm busting my butt off, you better be searching," I said pushing in a drawer and turning around to find Fang sitting cross legged on the floor by the bed, holding a box. It was about the size of the microwave, with a combination lock. Pssh easy.

"Pass it here," I said grabbing the box. One thing about being inhumanly amazing, I have amazing hearing and can pickup faint noises from living in the forest and hunting.

I pressed my ear to the door and turned the lock, hearing the faint clicks. I had it popped opened in no time. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

...I hate my life. All that was in there was money and her passport...that said Anne Walker.

"Nope. Nothing useful." I looked over to Fang, he was silent and seemed to be shifting around a lot. "What is it?"

He got on his knees and knocked against the wooden floor where he was just sitting, hearing the hollow noise. He used his fingernails to pry open the one panel.

"Found it..." Fang reached in and brought out 2 pictures, and a small bear. I took the small bear and looked at it. "It looks like road kill," Fang commented.

I picked up one of the 2 pictures. There was a young brunette girl holding the bear, behind her was an unsmiling father who looked like his face was permanently angry looking and a mother with a forced smile. The father had his large meaty hand on the girl's shoulder and the girl looked as though she was in pain. Beside the girl, was a teenage boy, who resembled the girl. The other picture was of the same girl grown up with her arm around a Hispanic girl her age. There were wearing cap and gowns meaning they were graduating.

"Why would she have pictures of this brunette girl? Maybe her and the Hispanic girl were her friends...Maybe the brunette girl was Susanne..." She couldn't be Anne. She looked nothing like the auburn haired, blue eyed Anne. But the brunette looks like how my father described Susanne...My mother. Maybe Anne was telling the truth...Fang grabbed the picture from me and flipped it over, reading the back...

"The ter Borcht family..."

I looked into the hole the removal of the floorboard had made. There was a small card at the bottom. A business card. "Roland ter Borcht and then a phone number..."

"Oh...Maybe if we find Roland, we could find his sister and figure out what school she went to. And see if Anne went there..."

"You really want to find your dad don't you...?" Fang commented, I was confused for a moment. Then I remember my fake story.

"Yeah...I do," I said, hoping I was convincing. "Sunday we can go see him. Come on, put everything back-we can make it back at lunch."

Who are Anne's friends? Will they help uncover Anne's past and present life? Is the Max related to the ter Borcht family? Rest of flock comes in soon, i pinky promise, thanks for the reviews! More chapters coming REALLY soon. Mike is not my character, well, I just added more of a personality and story to him, he is the laptop guy from the subway tunnels...I just tweaked him a bit.