YAY! Y'all like Iggy's little meltdown, dont'cha? Anyways, this is gonna be a fuuun summer! I'm at a summer dance intensive, and can only write when I have time nights or on Sundays. I'll do my best, OK? Also, a lot of this will be in 3rd Person, OK? Also, I'm sorry if Iggy's a little OOC, it's just for a little bit. I'm gonna base this off of my teacher last year, and if you've had him, you'll know me. (haha)

Max was sitting in Mr. Hamcock's US history class passing notes with Fang.

Max: Hey Fang, where was Iggy lunch?

Fang: IDK.

Ugh. Ok. I guess I'll just ask him home.

Ok.

As soon as she finished reading what the note said, as if on cue, a messenger came in the room and spoke to the teacher for a second.

"Max, Nick, you're needed in the office for a moment." He said curtly. "Don't die."

Max and Fang knew he was kidding. Mr. Hamcock was a pretty cool teacher. He was like 40 years old. He was in pretty good shape, and taught history in an interesting way. Every year, he started the year by telling his students that "History is blood, guts, and violence!"

He was ADD and OCD, which might not be a good combination for a teacher. One girl, Hannah Morrenote, got detention for running up to him, rubbing his head, and saying "Hey Baldy."

Max and Fang walked behind the messenger, hands finding each other's slowly.

Max's eyes were flitting over the two sides of the hallway nervous. At first she thought that maybe Iggy and Gazzy were in trouble again.

*They're not in trouble Max, but it does involve Iggy* Angel thought to Max.

The trio (Max, Fang, the messenger) walked past the 4th grade hallway.

*Angel, what is it? Why's he in there?* Max asked franticly.

In her class, Angel shuddered. She didn't want to think about it.

*Umm, I can't tell you* Angel mentally sighed *but be prepared*

Fang, on the other hand, was scared. He was (regretfully) wrapped up with Lissa when Max had been called to the office the last time.

He didn't know what to expect. Hopefully, they got called because they won a prize, or saying that they could go home.

"Ms. Ride, Mr. Walker?" Principal Palkins asked.

"Yes?" Max replied. Peter Palkins was a 50 year old man with slicked back hair and piercing blue eyes. He was pretty fit, and didn't seem like a 'headhunter' (A/N see book 2).

"I'm here to talk to you about your brother, Jeff" At seeing their mortified faces, he sighed and said, "Take a seat," motioning to the chairs.

"What did he do? I am so sorry, it won't happen again" Max said. She was anticipating him already being in trouble, but not on the first day.

Palkins chuckled. "Ms. Ride, he isn't in trouble." Max breathed a sigh of relief. "I do need to talk about him, though. See, because of his umm, well… Condition." he trailed off. Palkins didn't know how to say this.

"His blindness? Yeah, he's in a class to help him, right?" Fang said. "It isn't gonna change the fact if you refuse to say it. He's been like that for 8 years." Fang said coldly.

"Ok, his blindness. Yes, he is in a special class, but it didn't really work. Ms. Perreta, his teacher, told me that he stormed out of class for no reason

"Here. Why don't we ask Jeff? I'm sure he wouldn't do that. He's a tough guy. He wouldn't do anything like that."

"So… What happened?" Mr. Hall asked Iggy. He just looked away.

He was sitting on the couch in Mr. Hall's office. The room was a rectangle, with the desk in the back left corner and there were two chairs sitting in front of it. The couch was in the front right corner with a table in front of it.

"Don't bother trying to hide anything from me. I've gotten complaints about her already."

From there, Iggy went on to tell him about all the stuff that was said.

"…and then, I just left." He finished, and sniffed once. As he did that, Max and Fang walked in.

Max was fuming.

"Who did this? She asked, first to Iggy, then to Mr. Hall.

"You are…?" Mr. Hall asked Max and Fang.

"Max Ride." Max said.

"Nick Walker."

Always the talkative one, huh?

"We're his adoptive siblings. You are?" Max asked cockily.

"Ethan Hall, guidance counselor. You can call me Ethan or Mr. Hall." He said sticking out his hand. Seeing that no one was taking it, he retracted.

Max pulled up a chair and took a seat. Fang followed.

"So, Ethan," Max said, "What do you think happened?"

"Well," he said, "from what I've heard, Ms. Perreta, our umm… special ed. teacher," Iggy huffed "was giving Jeff an introduction to life without you guys to help him, and I believe she may have taken it a little too far."

"She only went a little too far?" Iggy asked in disbelief. "Dude, she went way over. Next time she comes near me, I swear she's gonna get it." He said angrily.

"OK, but I still don't know what happened! Seriously! Some one tell me." Max pleaded.

Iggy began to tell his story, and ended wiping his eyes on the back of his hands.

"If I see her, I'm gonna kick her a"

"Max." Fang interrupted. "Unnecessary."

"Sorry." She told Mr. Hall.

"I think that we can work something out with Ms. Perreta here that is non violent and that is accommodating to our needs." Mr. Hull said, crossing his hands over the desk.

"Hey. Why doesn't he take his classes with me? I'll be like his guide." Fang said.

"Hmm… I had been thinking that too. He would still have to take a life skills class, though."

"Oh just hold it. He isn't going back in that class with that evil bi"

"Max." Fang reminded her, squeezing her leg.

"Sorry." Max said uncaringly.

"Well, he wouldn't be working with her anymore. We have a wonderful woman, Lenny Cannon, who is wonderful, could work with him once a day." Mr. Hall noted.

Max and Fang looked at each other.

"It sounds good to me." Fang said.

Mr. Hall smiled.

"We'll get you a new schedule tomorrow." He said to Iggy. "You can hang in my office until you go home.

Iggy nodded and sat back.

*This should be fun* he thought, and smiled.

Ugh! Sorry! I feel like this was bad. It'll get better I pinkie swear!