Thank you all so much for the reviews, I really appreciate it! I think that the best updates are going to be about every month, I know that sucks, but I am about to start directing and producing a play I wrote for our school Drama Club, and that should take up a lot of time. I don't own Maximum Ride, but it would be so super cool if I did.

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Previously...

When I knew I was far enough away that he couldn't see the smoke, I picked out a cigarette and lit it up with the plastic Bic. Bringing it to my lips, I inhaled, and the smoke was too much.

"Cough...cough...cough!" I wheezed, and brought the cigarette back to my lips, inhaling again. The process repeated itself before the action of the smoke was somewhat comforting to my distressed mind, but that was after my second. As I inhaled and exhaled the poison smoke, I walked down the path to the park and out, heading home. A block away from my house, I put the cigarette out, and shoved the pack into my pocket behind my phone and the lighter in my bra. I walked inside, and ignored Dr. M's attempts at calming me down until she saw the distressed look on my face.

I told her everything that happened and she held me, rocking me back and forth, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

~Miss Invisible~

I walked into the girls locker room, and quickly grabbed my gym clothes from the only locker I used. There wasn't another girl in there because I got here early. I quickly looked around for any girls trickling in, and dressed into a pair of black form fitting yoga cut-offs, a red Nirvana tank top, and a pair of red low rise converse. I locked everything up in my locker, then threw my hair up into a messy bun so you could see the black underneath. As the first girls showed up, I jogged out into the gym, and ran past my favorite gym teacher out of five, Ms. Hardesty.

She was a cop before becoming a gym teacher, and always made our Health days fun by telling us stories about drunks or druggies to try to scare us. She had chin length wispy, curly hair, and a whistle and stop watch around her neck. Just from those two things, I knew what we were doing. Running. I grinned at her and she nodded. I kept jogging to the bleachers on the far side of the gym, and saw Iggy, who also got here early, talking to the black haired boy from Lunch.

I plopped myself down in between Iggy and the boy, and Iggy huffed.

"I was trying to have a conversation here, Maxie!" Iggy fake pouted. I snorted a bit, and noticed something was different with his normally strawberry blonde hair, now the front was completely covered in soot.

"Ignite Charles Westing! What did you do to your hair?" I asked him, glaring at him at half-power. Iggy just rubbed the back of his neck and grinned stupidly.

"Well..." He drew the word out, trying to avoid the topic, and I tapped my foot. "!" He said really fast.

"What! Again?" I asked with a smile on my face, knowing he probably got afternoon detention today.

"Yeah... You know I get a little excited during Chemistry! But just ask Fang here, it was AWESOME!"

Fang, hmmm, it suits him rather well, with the black eyes and hair.

"Fang? What did you do, go around biting people when you were younger?" I asked, teasing him. He smirked a bit, and moved his overgrown bangs out of his eyes.

"Yeah," He said in a husky voice and smirked, "and I still do." I looked at him with a small smile on my face.

"So, what were you going to say to me at Lunch?" I asked, remembering how he had opened him mouth to say something, and Iggy had blown up his lab, signaling that we should go in for next period.

Fang just smirked at me for a few seconds then said, "Smoking is bad for you."

On the out side I was cool, calm, and handling the situation well, but on the inside I remember what Dr. M told me when she caught me last year.

I was standing on the back porch, smoking one last cigarette for the night, the calming feeling the smoke gave me when it entered my lungs, and cycled through, and then came pouring out my nose and mouth. The moon was full and heavy in the sky, and the stars and planets twinkled at me. Then suddenly, I heard the door slide open, then the screen, and I jumped, not expecting the noise.

"Max? Lovie? What are you doing out here in the cold? It's past ten, are you feeling okay?" Dr. M's voice, sweet and untainted, filled my ears, and suddenly she appeared in front of me, taking my sights away from the lunar moon and her friends. My eyes felt dull, and the brown felt grey.

"Oh, Maxie!" She knocked the cigarette out of my hand and rushed me into a hug. "Was this because of Sam?" She asked, hitting the nail on the head. I jerked my head, and she gave me a sympathetic smile. "Oh, oh, oh. My darling Maximum. Even if you aren't my child, I love you all the same, and this hurts me. Smoking is bad for you, and I'm not telling or ordering you to stop now, but sometime, in the future, before you graduate high school, would you stop? Not just for me, but for yourself?"

I managed to scrape a grimace looking smile together, and Dr. M sighed. "I really, really do love you, Duckie. Never question that." And she smiled.

"Max? Max...? Hey! I have a Big Mac! You want it?" I snapped back into reality when I heard the magic words 'Big Mac' and saw Iggy holding up a half eaten Big Mac from his lunch.

"Hell yeah! Gimme that!" I exclaimed while grabbing the burger. "Do you have anything to drink?" I asked, though it probably sounded like 'Doo yew haf anethig two drenk?' with all the food in my mouth, and my almost-brother laughed and handed me a water bottle filled with coke.

"Mmmmm! Thanks, Iggy!" I said when I swallowed. "Sooooo..." I drawled out looking at Fang. "Where did you move here from, how old are you, and any siblings?"

Fang just smirked that annoying smirk and said, "New York, 18, three sisters, Yumi whose adopted and 17, Monique or Nudge whose 16, and Lucy whose 15."

"Wow... I'm adopted, 18, and two sisters, Ella whose 16, and Angel whose 12, and one official brother, Zephyr or Gazzy whose 15, and this lug here." I said, pulling Iggy into a headlock.

"Ehhhhhh!" He whined, trying and failing, to get out of my steel headlock, while I just laughed. Fang cracked a real smile and asked,

"When are we going to start gym?" Iggy and I laughed, and he looked at us confusingly.

"It normally takes about 15 minutes of waiting before we get to go outside because the girls are total prisses and have to look 'absolutely perfect!'" I imitated Lis-slut's nasally voice. Iggy looked kind of scared.

"Dude! That was totally creepy! Don't ever do that ever again! Ever!" And I laughed.

"Why is he so creeped out?" Fang asked. "It's just a voice."

Iggy looked appalled, and yelled out, "JUST a voice? It's only the voice of the she-devil incarnate!" At that, he ran off, into the boys locker room, I just sat there and laughed.

For the remaining few minuted we had to wait on the girls for, Fang and I talked, about Lissa, and the outrageous color of Lucy, his youngest sister's hair and her weird obsession with wearing floor-length cloaks, Iggy's three sisters and how strange it was that the three of us mostly had sisters. I found out he like the same bands that I do; such as, Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Breaking Benjamin, and a few others, and that despite the way he was dressed (in all black, which suited him) his favorite color was a forest green color, because he liked to spend time in the woods. When we saw Iggy coming back, we exchanged numbers, and put them into our phones.

"Hey Iggy!" I called out to him, "Do you wan to come to the movies with us on Saturday?" I guess I got Lissa's attention, because her eyes snapped up to me and this 'mysterious other person' and got starry eyed at Fang. I leaned toward him, and whispered, "The girl with the freakish fire red hair, that's Lissa, and she's a slut. Just watch out." He nodded, and smiled at me, not a smirk, but a full on smile and I heard Lissa huff and stomp away. Iggy came running up the steps to where we were seated, huffing and out of breath.

"Iggy? Igster? What's wrong? Why are you all out of breath?" I asked, genuinely worried.

"It's nothing, Max." He said, his pale blue eyes not meeting mine. Iggy started whispering into Fang's ear, and he whispered something back. Something flashed in Fang's eyes, was it hurt or anger? I didn't know, but I didn't press, I had just met Fang today.

Suddenly, Ms. Hardesty blew her whistle twice, and the three of us jumped up and jogged behind her, going out side to our track. Iggy was trailing a few yards behind Fang an I, on our way onto the track.

"Okay, Kiddies! I need you to run as long as you can for as fast as you can, because this is a race. Boys run first, and the person who comes in from running three laps first, from both the girl's team and the boy's team, will race against each other. Who ever comes in first gets two bags of Wonka candy, and a free week of no dressing out!" Ms. Hardesty said when we got to the track. All of the girls went over to the fresh grass, and only a few sat down. I sat down close to where the boys were starting, and smiled at Fang and Iggy. Suddenly, Ms. Hardesty blew her whistle three time, and the boys took off.

At first, Dylan, a boy in Iggy's geometry class who is one of the many guys who harass me, was in first, but was soon in third behind Iggy in first and Fang in second. I could tell Fang wasn't using his full speed, and neither was Iggy. As their last lap was almost finished, Dylan quickly smiled at me (which was gross), then went faster, beating Iggy and Fang by five-seconds.

"Okay! Up next are the girls, take a spot at the starting line." I stood next to J.J., a friend of Ella's, and waited for the whistle to blow. Ms. Hardesty blew her whistle three times again, and we were off.

I didn't want to have to race Dylan by myself, but my competitive nature got the best of me, damn it! No matter how hard I tried, I stayed in first, almost going past Lissa, who was in dead last. Ha! Take that, Slut!

In the end, I unsurprisingly won, and had to race Dylan. As we were waiting for Ms. Hardesty to blow her whistle, I heard Lissa say, "I hope you lose whore! You don't need the extra calories!"

I just smirked, and as Ms. Hardesty blew her whistle for the third time, I ran backwards, and shot Lissa the bird, then quickly turned around and handed Dylan's ass to him. It wasn't even hard, and I didn't run at full speed, but when I got in, I took the giant bag of Laffy Taffys, and Pixy Stixs and jogged back over to Fang and Iggy who were sitting in the grass away from the other boys.

"Day-um girl!" Iggy teased as we were walking back inside. "Way to show everyone up!" At that, Iggy and I bust out laughing, and Fang chuckled. I flung my arms around their shoulders and we walked the rest of the way giggling slightly.