"These are your schedules, and map of the school." Said the old lady in the seat. We had arrived at the school. The small school. It's got cottage like rooms scattered around everywhere. "Also, this slip is to be signed by each of your teachers."

"Ok." I say. This office feels so crowded, even though only half the flock and this woman are in here. Ang and Gaz both had to go to a school next door. Both of them where jumping for joy when they found out we're going to school. Me though? I'm ready to die.

Walking out side I take a breath of relief. "School! So, you three will have classes together, but do we have lunch together? Because I don't want to look weird by myself. Everyone staring at me. What if someone sees! What if-"

"Nudge!" I shout out in frustration. This whole thing is taking a toll on my nerves. I feel like everyone is going to turn into erasers. They started making them again once they realised how unsuccessful the robots where. "No one will know. If they do than contact Ang, she's in reach. Lunch we all have together." I say, handing out our schedules.

"Which way do I go?" Nudges shortest sentence.

"Just a sec." I say, putting a finger up. 'Ang, how are you guys going?'

'Max! I made a friend. Everyone is clear in this town. No dangers.' She responds happily.

'Have fun, tell Gaz to be good.'

'Yes Max.' She responds as I feel her leaving my mind.

"Looks like where all good!" I say happily, a weight falling off my shoulders. Starting to walk forward Fang pulls me close, arm around my waist.

"Relax." He breathes. "Now, which way?" He asks, looking around. It isn't raining at the moment, but it looks like it will. The clouds make me feel closed in. Claustrophobic.

Some guy seemed to appear out of no where. Resisting the urge to punch him, I just lean further into Fang. "Do you need help?" He asks, looking at me. His blonde hair is gelled in the wrong way, his blue eyes piercing.

"Just point in the direction of room five and three." Fang snaps. We are all very over protective of our flock. Strangers don't mix well.

"Err… that way," The boy mumbled. He looked like he was going to pee his pants. Better take it easy on the kids in this school.

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"Err… my names Max." What am I meant to say? 'Hi, I'm a mutant freak and just defeated a company that wanted to kill the world'? I don't think that would go down well.

"Nick." One word sentences for his fans.

"Hi, I'm Jeff." Iggy was a bit better. So, where standing at the front for our third period class. Further (Maths subject in Australia). Every other class was great. Easy to get through, and no introductions. But this class the teacher wanted one.

"Where did you come from?" Asked the teacher, he looked overly annoyed. Most likely because our speech was so short. So, where do we come from? Err, where was the last place we where, for more than a week.

'Born and raised in Death Valley.' Fang mumbles so low that only we hear.

"Arizona." I say, taking the one place that I love. Mum and Ella live there. They better visit at some point. So, class. First was English, than was history and now is further. Than lunch, biology – shiver – and than PE. Fang, Iggy and I have all classes together.

"Ok." The teacher mumbles. People are staring at us. All I do is step closer to Fang. Less likely to hurt someone that way. "Sit over there please." The teacher instructs. Three seats in the back are not taken. Perfect. I walk over there with Fang by my side and Iggy with his hand lightly touching my shoulder. He should be fine soon. Just has to get his feel for the place.

I touch Ig's hand telling him to sit. I sit with Fang on my other side. So, I'm a sixteen-year-old mutant, going to her first safe school. Shutting my eyes I ignore the lecture. Not like I need to hear it. Learnt everything that you need on the outside. Got my basic maths, so this isn't needed.

"Ms Ride." Some one shouted. "Ms Ride." Ride. Hmmm… I think that's meant to be me. But Ms Ride? Come on. I don't answer to that. Even the erasers call me Max. Well that or dead. A snigger comes from either side of me. Maybe I should open my eyes and answer. Maybe, or maybe not. A few foot steps are heard, and heavy breathing. What's the worst he can do? Send me to the principal. God. Detention? Get Angel to help me with that.

Opening me eyes I come face to face with a red-faced man. I had to bite my lip here, just to stop myself laughing. It was comical. Just like a white coat when they get annoyed. "Sup?" I ask, keeping a straight face.

"Oh no, the great Max is in trouble with a teacher." Iggy hisses. Looking at him I can see that he is close to tears, his laughter silent. On my other side Fang is the same. But at his words they both crack up laughing, filling the whole room with the voices. All heads turn our way and the teacher looks like steams about to come out his ears. He turns on the guys.

"What is so funny?" Asks the teacher. I stuff my hand over my mouth at this. It's such a normal thing and it's happening to us.

"Nothing sir," Iggy says, trying to do a British accent. I join in on the laughter. The teacher starts to talk but a small rumble interrupts him.

"That would be me." I voice, as my stomach complains. I didn't eat that much cause of nerves. Bad idea it seems. "When's lunch?" I ask innocently.

"Lunch is in half an hour. Now, you three need to learn some manners." The teacher shouts.

"Manners. My dog ate them." Fang says, like he's talking about the weather. "He got a tad hungry." The rest of the room are trying to stop their laughter.

"Do you have the answer?" The teacher asks, looking at me like nothing just happened. Answers? Is this what it's all about. An answer.

"Which one? Forty-two? Because that's the answer to the meaning of life. Well, according to hitch hikers guide to the galaxy." I answer back. Ella made us watch it once when we where over. Any way, he needs to say what he's talking about. Because I'm no Angel. "If it isn't than you need to say what the question is, cause I can't read minds." I say, knowing what is about to happen. As I predicted Ig and Fang burst out laughing. Everyone looks confused at them as I keep a straight face, looking at the pissed off teacher.

"Stop talking back. Manners, please." He says, like its obvious. Stupid teacher. "3x + 2y 4. How do you work out what y equals?" How the hell am I meant to know that?

"And that's useful in life how?"

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Special thanks to Fangsgirl and hanz-dizzycow. Both gave me alerts. Reviews appreciated. Give me a shout if you don't understand something.