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Chappie 3

(Because. Chappies are cooler than chapters.)

MPOV

What is that annoying buzzing noise? I'm trying to sleep! People are so inconsiderate these days.

"Shut up!" I yelled, getting annoyed. But, of course it didn't stop. I lifted my head, trying to find the source of the noise, but instead I found my beeping alarm clock.

Oh.

School. Right. I slapped the "Off" button, and it made a loud noise and the glowing time display went out. I turned it back on to find it was at March 17, 2045 and 3:56 am. Maybe I hit it a little too hard…

I groggily dragged myself out of my bed and hit the floor with a thud. Stupid floor, why are you so white. Suddenly, the door flew open.

"Max? Did you sleep on the floor?"

I tried to say no, but it came out more like "Nmphh"

"Max, get up! It's the first day of school! Well, it's actually just our first day of school since everyone already started school. And Mom said we could go shopping after to decorate our rooms. I'm gonna paint my walls. And you definitely should, before you go blind from being in here-"

"Ella, shut up!" I yelled. I dragged myself up from the floor and went into the bathroom. How is Ella already up and ready to go? We still have an hour before we need to leave the house. I brushed and attempted to comb my hair. It didn't work out so well. Stupid hair.

I got out of the bathroom and walked to my closet. Well, I started out walking but then tripped halfway through and crawled the rest of the way. I pulled myself up and opened the door to find the devil standing in the middle of my closet.

"Max, don't you have any nice clothes?" Ella asked, rifling through a cardboard box labeled "Shirts" "And I can't believe you don't have your closet all hung up and unpacked yet! How are you going to be able to find the perfect outfit easily now? The fist thing I did when I got here was unpack my clothes!"

Actually, I was planning on wearing whatever I could yank out without unpacking everything. Ella had already started hanging all my stuff up and organizing it by color.

"What are you doing in here?" I said, trying not to sound tired. I failed epically.

"I am finding you a outfit to wear on your first day of school." She said, hanging up my red skinny jeans. "And you should've gotten more sleep last night."

I was up until eleven last night helping King move into his stall. King is my horse, but that should've been obvious. Who else would I be moving into a stall? My sister? I wish. (I just wrote qwish instead of wish)

"Shoo." She said, waving her hand at me. "Go finish getting ready while I see if there's anything presentable in your closet.

Since Ella failed to notice that I was already all ready (already all ready. Lol) I rifled through my backpack and made sure I had everything. I walked back over to the closet and banged on the door.

It swung open to reveal a disappointed looking Ella. "Just as I suspected, I found nothing." She said, giving me a disapproving glare. "I might have something that'll fit you. I'll go look in my closet." She started for the door.

"Ella, we're running late. There's no time. Just drop it for now." I said, glancing at my clock. Which was still dead.

"Fine." She said, giving me a death glare. Which is nowhere near as scary as my Ultimate Glare of Doom. Ella is a better Bambi eye person. "You've escaped this time."

I practically shoved her out the door.

I walked into my closet to find everything all hung up and organized. I snorted. Lets see how long that'll last. I grabbed a random pair of jeans and yanked a shirt off a hanger. It turned out to be my black ripped at the knee jeans (this time, they were supposed to ripped) and a light blue t-shirt that had "I'm sorry. I can't hear you over the sound of how epic I am" written across it in bold black lettering.

I ran downstairs, grabbed a couple of granola bars, and headed out the door, where Ella was waiting for me. Wait a second. There's something missing from that sequence. I looked down at my bare feet to- oops. I ran back inside, slid my feet into my gold and black flip-flops, and took off out the door again. Ella rolled her eyes at me.

"Really Max?" she said

"Yup!" I replied cheerfully. "I'm just that awesome."

Ella just shook her head as we started walking. I ate as fast as I could and hoped I wouldn't get a cramp. (Does everyone get a cramp if they do physical activities right after they eat or is it just me?)

After about five minutes, Ella pulled out her cell and checked the time. "We're gonna be late. Sh-"

I slapped my hand over Ella's mouth before she could finish. Ella is always the "nicer" girl, meaning she would never get into a fight or get detention (I, on the other hand, would.) but she swears like a trucker when there are no adults around.

"Take note that we're passing the preschool zone." I said, removing my hand from her mouth.

"Sorry." She mumbled.

"C'mon." I said, going into a jog.

We ended up sprinting most of the way there. I ran through the front doors, out of breath, and Ella was only a couple seconds behind.

We walked into the office where an old lady with short gray hair and spectacles was sitting at the table. A bespectacled lady! I like that word. It's fun to say. You should try it. Bespectacled. Bespectacled bespectacled bespectacled!

Ahem.

Anyways, the lady looked up from the paper she was looking at and asked us "Do you two ladies need anything?"

"Um, yeah. We're new."

"I'm Mrs. B. What are your names?"

Mrs. B. I wonder if that stands for bespectacled.

"Maximum Ride and Ella Martinez." I said.

She handed us our schedules and told us how to get to our homerooms.

Ella is a freshman and I'm a sophomore, so we don't have any classes together, but we do have lunch together. I have Mrs. Williams for homeroom, and Ella has

We parted ways and I managed to make it to my homeroom without getting lost. I was hoping to just walk in and slide into an empty seat without getting to much attention, but of course that can't happen. The teacher immediately notices me and steers me towards the front of the class.

"Class!" she chirps, and all eyes turn towards her. She's not getting the "Leave me alone" waves radiating off of me. "This is our new student!" She turns to me. "Would you like to introduce yourself?" she says. "I want to say "Hell no" and spit in her fake overly cheerful face, but instead I turn and face the class.

"Hi. I'm Max." I say, trying to sound as bored and monotone as possible. I go slide into an empty desk without waiting to be asked. I know. I'm so badass.

I turn to the side to see a familiar looking dark haired boy sitting next to me. Hey! It's that kid! What's his name… Noah? No, that's not it…Nick, right?

"Hey!" I whisper. "Nick!"

His head turns towards me. Wow, his eyes are really dark. "Fang." He says.

"Huh?"

"Call me Fang."

"Oh." Strange nickname. Wonder how he got it. "Hi Fang!"

"Hi." He says, not meeting my gaze. He turned around to face the front again. Okay. Tall, dark, and silent much?

Maybe I'm too cheerful for his tall-dark-silent-ness.

The rest of homeroom was pretty much uneventful. I'd turn around and whisper "Hi Fang!" every ten seconds and he'd just say "Hi." After the seventeenth time he stopped answering me.

So now I need to find something else to entertain myself.

I started doodling on my folders with a pen. First, I drew stick figure me throwing stick figure Ella off a cliff. But I decided I didn't hate her that much and drew a cotton candy cloud for her to land in. But I was still mad at her for trying to dress me up this morning so I made the cotton candy infested with ants. But, I still love Ella so I armed her with ant repellent spray.

By the time the rabid kangaroos and zombie unicorns came in, homeroom was over.

I looked up and found Fang staring at me. He quickly looked away and grabbed his bag. I caught up to him at the door.

"What class do you have next?" I asked him.

"English." He said.

"Me too. Would you mind showing me the way?"

He didn't answer, so I just followed him. Our English teacher, Mrs. Taft, was nice enough. She didn't introduce me to the whole class either. This gives her big points in the likeability factor. And, her class was easy. All in all, a nice way to start off the morning.

The rest of the morning dragged by painfully slowly. By forth period, I thought I might scream. I've never been one to like school. Especially one with teachers like these. They were all monotone, bland, and boring.

The only exceptions were Mrs. Taft, because I liked her, and Mr. Biddle, the math teacher, because I hate him. I guess monotone and boring is better than cruel and cold. The upside was there was this kid in the class with me who was always making perverted comments and disrupting class, making him really mad. It was hysterical.

When the bell for fourth period finally rang, I bolted out of my seat and was out the door before the bell finished. As I walked down to lunch, I saw Ella in the hallway. She was taking to an African American girl with black hair with a blonde streak in it. She saw mw and ran over.

"Hey Max!" she said cheerfully. "How was your morning?"

"Boring." I grumbled.

"This is Nudge." She said, motioning to the girl next to her. "Nudge, this is my sister, Max."

"Hey." I said.

"Hi! I like your name. Max is a cool name. Is it short for Maxine? It probably is, because what else would it be short for? But, I mean, I shouldn't be talking because Nudge is kind of a weird name but it's just my nickname because my real name is Monique and Max you should totally sit with us at lunch and-"

She was cut off by Ella slapping a hand over her mouth. I just stood there, trying to process all that.

"Well," I said slowly "My real name is Maximum Ride, and I hate it when people call me Maxine because they just assume it's my full name. And sure, I'd love to sit with you at lunch." Did I miss anything?

Ella looked impressed.

Nudge practically dragged us down the hall to the cafeteria. She led us to a round table with some four other kids seated at it. I sped Fang among them.

"Hi everyone!" nudge said. "This is Max and Ella. I invited them to sit with us."

A girl with blonde hair and black-rimmed glasses waved to me, and a boy with spiky blonde hair flashed a smile.

"Ella, max, this is JJ" Nudge said, pointing to the girl who had waved. She smiled, revealing a row of blue braces. "Hiya!" she said. "My real names Jennifer Joy, but seriously, that's a ridiculous name! I mean, what were my parents thinking? So you can just call me JJ." Despite the glasses, braces, and freckles, she didn't look nerdy. In fact, she looked pretty good.

"And this is Gazzy." Nudge continued, pointing to the boy with spiky blonde hair. "Gazzy is just his nickname, and you'll find out soon enough why."

"Just make sure you're wearing a gasmask." A boy with strawberry blonde hair muttered. I recognized him as the kid who made math class more bearable. His pale blue eyes seemed to be staring off into the distance.

"That's Iggy." Nudge said. (A/N: you know, Iggy is a real name. It originated from Africa, and it means "Only son". I'm such a devoted fan that I looked that up one day.) The boy grinned.

"And this is Nick, but call him Fang." She said, pointing to him.

"We've met." I said.

"Yeah." Ella said. "He's our new neighbor!"

"Oooh, that's awesome!" nudge exclaimed. "His house is a 5 minute walk from mine, so that means yours is too! We could hang out all the time and do homework together and walk home together and have sleepovers and-"

Nudge was once again silenced by Ella's hand.

"Nudge," JJ said, "We love you and all, but you need to shut the heck up before you scare Max and Ella away."

Ella released her and she muttered "Sorry."

Ella I got in line to get our food and JJ came with us, even though she'd brought her lunch.

She'd said "I'll help you make sure you don't die of food poisoning, then come back to life just to throw it all up."

JJ told us which foods to steer clear of (the soup that looked more like cat barf than soup, the rock hard meatloaf, and anything sporting a "Proudly made in your school" logo.) And which foods were okay (the salad, the pizza, the pasta, and anything that was catered from elsewhere and not made in the school kitchen)

I came and sat down at the table between Fang and JJ. Ella sat between Iggy and Nudge.

"So," Gazzy said, "Where'd you move from?"

"Cali." Ella replied.

"Well, From California to Oregon isn't that long. Well, unless you were from the bottom of California."

"Nah." I said. "It wasn't too far. We lived in northern California."

"Why'd ya move?" he asked.

"Umm…" Ella said, looking uncomfortable.

JJ sensed what was wrong and quickly changed the subject. "What classes do you have, Max? You're a sophomore, right? Everyone here is a sophomore except nudge."

I silently thanked her. "I'm a sophomore. Ella is a freshman." We compared schedules, and it turns out we have the same schedules except we don't have art or math together.

"Hey, Max?" JJ said suddenly. "Can I talk to you for a sec? Like, alone?" she looked at Gazzy, who gave her the tiniest nod.

JJ led me into the hall, checking to make sure it was empty.

"Well," she started, "The reason we all sit together and are friends is because…"

"Go on." I prompted her.

"Well, we're basically all freaks hiding from our past."

Heh heh heh. Cliffie! :D I enjoy being evil. I probably enjoy it too much for my own good. Anywayz, your reviews are mucho appreciated! They make me so happy, even if they're random. I was on the computer but didn't really feel like typing, but I read a couple of reviews of people telling me they liked it a lot, so I typed more, and once I started it, it was really fun to type. All your reviews keep me going and make me type faster! Also, the warm kitten in my lap this morning helped. Fuzz therapy. : )

-Starry Eye