Sage's POV

We were in a kitchen. A small one at that.

Dr. Martinez spoke first, "Hello everyone! Ella, show them upstairs to their rooms, Max can I speak with you?"

Everyone except Max followed Ella to the front of the house, and up a staircase.

I still held onto Iggy's hand.

"You three," Ella pointed to Fang, Iggy, and Gazzy, "go that way." Ella pointed left.

"You three," she pointed to me, Angel, and Nudge, "come with me."

"Come on, Ig, our room is this way," Fang took Iggy by the shoulder and led him down the hall away from me.

We went down the hall and followed Ella into a large cream colored room. It was the back of the house so there was a decent sized window looking out to the back yard.

"Oh its so beautiful!" Nudge squealed.

There was a closet, and two beds. Then there was a couple boxes on the floor with blow up mattresses in them.

"Look at this," Ella said before opening yet another door on the left side of the room. It was an empty room.

"You can put the blow up mattresses in here."

She left, probably to help the guys get settled in.

The beds were HUGE. I'm guessing king size.

Not too long after Ella had left, Max came in.

"Max, can I sleep on one of those mattress thingies? I promise I won't break it!" said Nudge.

"Yea, let's move some of this stuff around," Max answered.

So now the arrangements were this; Max got her own room, probably the one she slept in while she was here the first time, so she moved the smaller of the two large beds into it. Angel, like always, followed Max but she was going to share the bed with her. Nudge got her blow up mattress thing and slept in the room next to mine.

Iggy's POV

Fang took my shoulder and led me down the hall towards our room.

Okay about seven steps from the stairs was a picture frame.

Why am I taking note of this, you ask.

Well if I didn't want to fall down the stairs, I'd have to.

I kept taking my mental notes of elevations of the wall and various objects on it.

"Iggy, take a left," said Fang.

"Is the room big?" I asked.

"Yeah, now I've got good news that is also bad news."

"Okay, what is it?" I was getting nervous now. Was there like, a giant Super Eraser in the closet or something.

"The room is all yours, Ig."

Oh.

That's way worse than giant Super Erasers. Well at least, for me it is.

If you haven't noticed, I happen to be blind.

The last time I had my own room was back in our first house. I think I was eleven years old, and Gazzy was five.

Well we'd been hanging in my room for a while, and it got late so Gazzy had to go to bed.

We were making bombs and other various explosives, so we had to clean up. I told Gazzy to get up all the stuff, but what I hadn't told him was to clean up any spills.

Next morning, I woke up and got dressed as usual.

I went back towards my bed, but I slipped on some oil that Gazzy had missed.

Long story short, I fell out my window and since I was panicking I extended my wings too late and broke my left one partially.

So I wasn't allowed to fly for a month and a half.

And I had to share a room with Fang. Plus, Max found all our freshly made explosives and confiscated them.

Fang must've recognized the pained expression on my face because just then he said, "I'll stay here with you for a few days until you get used to the room, if you like."

That had been three years ago. I was fourteen now.

And I'm pretty sure Dr. Martinez would make some kind of rule about making explosives in our rooms, but hey, that had never stopped me before.

No I decided I could take care of myself.

"Its nice of you to offer, but no thanks Fang."

"Okay"

He took my shoulder again and led me towards my bed, then around to the window, and to a door.

"This door leads to my room. I'll be in there if you need me."

I heard the door open as Fang and Gazzy went through. Then it shut.