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Welcome To My Nightmare
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Ugh, what the heck? What's that noise?
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
It's getting louder, what on earth…
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. SMACK!
Much better, I sit up. Oops, there went a rather cute little Mickey Mouse alarm clock. Oh well. Hmmm, I seem to be saying that a lot lately. Wait, why was there an alarm in the first place? Oh crap, school. I had nearly forgotten that delightful little piece of my wonderful little life. If you didn't realize that was sarcasm, I'm genuinely concerned for you. Honestly, I am.
I stretch and get up. Wow, I really need to not sleep in that outfit ever again; jean shorts are not comfortably to sleep in, not at all, ever. I snag a v-neck black shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in the knee. The whole v-neck thing is really not my style, but beggars can't be choosers, and I'm most definitely a beggar right now. I walk into my bathroom and get dressed.
After I brush my teeth and hair I throw my hair into a messy bun. Not a very good first impression on my first day of school, but since when have I ever cared? Oh, that's right, never. I walk into the kitchen and find the mother of all pancakes. The thing's enormous! I'm talking an inch thick and a solid foot in diameter. It was just sitting innocently on a plate, covered in butter and syrup, when Hurricane Max hit it.
"So Max, I take it you like the pancake." I hadn't even heard Iggy walk in. You know, it suddenly hit's me that he lived alone before I got here. "Iggy, where are your parents?" He freezes, obviously having been caught off guard. Heck, I would have been caught off guard as well.
"Maxie," Uh oh, he only calls me that when he has something to confess. Last time he confessed to blowing up a car. Then he does something I don't expect, he takes his shirt off. About the time I open my mouth to protest, he opens up his wings. "Oh (insert word that starts with 'sh' and ends with 'it') Iggy." Yep, that's me and my bad mouth.
"Wait, so, you're from the school to? And, you knew about my wings, but wouldn't tell me about yours?" I rub my head in frustration. Yep, I already feel my headache starting, and that's not how I wanted this day to start. We hear a knock on the door and now it's his turn to say the foul word. He closes his wings and pulls his shirt back on.
And guess who decides to show his face, Fang. He opens the door and walks in, completely uninvited. I guess he thinks that he can just do whatever he wants. He looks at the two of us, his expression amused. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Ugh, that just ticks me off. "Only a nice little heart to heart cousin chat." He rolls his eyes. "So, no, I didn't interrupt anything." My eyes narrow.
"Watch it there Squint, it would be a shame for such a pretty face to get stuck like that." He sneers, and just as I'm about to launch a verbal assault, Iggy decides to intervene. "If you two would stop arguing for one second you would realize that if we don't get a move on, we're going to be late for school." As much as I hate to admit it, Iggy has a pretty valid point. "And Max, Fang is our ride to school." Someone out there has a very peculiar sense of humor, because to me, that's not funny.
Fang P.O.V.
Max shoots me a, you-would-be toast-if-Iggy-wasn't-here look, and I can't help but chuckle, which only makes her angrier. Ah, the sweet moment of victory, tainted only by a death glare. We all walk out to my car. In case you're wondering, I have a very nice car that I jacked off of some guy in Ohio.
Why did I drive here? I couldn't stand to part with such a nice car. A black mustang with white racing stripes, tinted windows and wings just above the license plate, how can I turn that down? Not to mention the horsepower and just general Fangness of the car.
Max shot me another glare before climbing into the backseat of the car. Iggy rides shotgun, and Max finally meet Nudge.
"Hi! You must be Max! I'm Monique, but everyone calls me Nudge. So, how do you know Iggy? Are you guy's related or something? Ooh, I really hope we have some classes together! But really, did you let Iggy do your hair or something? You should let me fix it! But I like the shirt, although I think it should be brighter." "NUDGE! SHUT UP!" Iggy surprised me a little there; he's normally so sweet and gentle when it comes to Nudge.
Nudge instantly silences, and I find myself grateful. I can see Max in the mirror, and she looks sympathetic, uh oh. "You know Nudge, if you really want, you can fix my hair, I really don't care." Nudge instantly goes from pout to full out excitement. She grabs a hairbrush from her backpack and instantly goes to work on Max's hair. Well, at least she's quiet.
We arrive at the school a few minutes later and I park the car. Iggy get out and grab our backpacks. He moves the seat forwards, allowing Max and Nudge to get out. Nudge gets out first, looking content, her bright backpack practically blinding me. Then Max get's out. Wow, she looks, really good.
Nudge apparently coaxed her into letting her apply some makeup as well. Her hair is in a French twist, and Nudge managed to put a few glittery little clips in Max's hair. She's also got mascara, eyeliner and lip gloss, and the only reason I know what any of that is because Nudge never shuts up about it. Max looks very feminine, and, well, beautiful. She also looks very unhappy.
"What do you think?" Nudge is ecstatic and practically bouncing up and down with joy. I raise an eyebrow, earning me a death stare from a very angry Max. I smirk, and she grabs her bag and storms off. She gets about ten feet before she realizes that she has no idea where she's going, and has to stop and wait for us. That's when Iggy busts out laughing, Nudge having told him exactly what she looked like.
I play it cool, and keep a bored expression on my face. Not wanting Max to know what I think of her. And from the look on her face, I'm pretty sure that it's a onetime deal. No, I'm positive.
Max P.O.V.
I look girly. And I hate girly. Iggy knows this, and he's about to fall over because he's laughing so hard. He's clutching his side, and trying to explain to Nudge why he's laughing, because at this point, she's convinced he's laughing at her little stunt with my face.
Next time, I'm not letting Nudge talk me into makeup, I hate the stuff anyways, and now this. She looked so sad though, and I felt bad. I shoot Fang a glare, but he seems to not notice. In fact, he looks bored. Well, that's better than laughing.
We go to the front office and speak to an elderly lady who looks like she ought to be considering retirement. I get my schedule, and it matches Fang's almost perfectly. Oh great, that's just what I needed, another couple of hours a day with him. We go to our first class, science, and Nudge and Fang are both in it. I sit on the exact opposite side of the room from Fang, no surprise.
A plump lady who looks oddly like Delores Umbridge from the fifth Harry Potter book walks into the room. The only difference is she's taller, younger and not obsessed with cats, but allergic to them. "Good morning class!) Her voice is way to cheerful.
"Today, I'm going to be assigning you partners for the upcoming project." I glance back at Fang, only to see a horde of girls crowding around him. But he looks, aggravated by them. Huh, that's new. I expected to see him flirting with every girl, but he seems to want them to leave him alone.
"Nick Walker and Maximum Ride, please stand." I hear a collective "awww" from the girls, and wonder who this, Nick Walker is. I stand up, and that's when I see Fang stand up to. Oh great. "Your topic is in chapter six in your books, astronomy. You get to study stars and constellations, an exciting subject if I do say so myself." I sink back down into my chair, horror rapidly taking over.
"Abigail Laurence and Blake West" I zone out, completely mortified. I have to work with him? No way, this has to be some kind of nightmare. She hands each pair a paper, with detailed instructions of our assignments. We have to stargaze, and draw at least six constellations, then write a brief summary of their history, including why they were named what they are, who founded them, and the story associated with it. The big dipper and little dipper didn't count.
I'd tell you more about my day, but I think you get the gist of how it went. Nick Walker and Maximum Ride. The words echoed through my skull for the whole day. One small plus is my new friend Ella. She's pretty cool, and she introduced me to her friends Laila, Sam, Alex and Jackson. So at least I'm not completely alone at my new school.
Time Skip
I walk solemnly to Fang's car. Iggy's already there, and so is Nudge, but Fang is nowhere to be seen. "Long day?" Iggy sounds sympathetic, but I'm not big on sympathy. Right now, I just want to go home. "You have no idea."
Fang walks up, with six girls following him. They smile and wave at him, shoot a glare at me, and wander off. Hopeless, mindless, disgusting creatures. He sighs and unlocks the car, and we all get in. The drive home is mercifully silent, and I couldn't be more thankful. I already had a raging headache. We pull up to Iggy and my apartment building, and we get out. Fang hands me a slip of paper with his number on it, before smirking.
"Don't get your hopes up Ride, it's so we can work on the project." I roll my eyes and scowl before walking away. I hate him. I really, honestly hate him. Not as much as I hated the whitecoats and the School, but I don't think it's possible to hate anything that's not entirely evil that much. But when it comes to Fang, I could be mistaken. You never know.
I walk into the apartment and crash on my bed, Iggy's making food, and I'm hungry, but I really just don't want to get up right now. I sigh as my stomach growls in protest to my laziness. I get up sluggishly, and lug myself into the kitchen before plopping down onto a stool. He hands me a burrito and I take it to my room, savoring every bite of the delicious food. It sates my appetite for now.
Another thought enters my mind, homework. Sadly, I do have homework, which is really a shame because I would love to just go to sleep and not worry about anything until much, much later. Oh well. Huh, I said it again.
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