A/N: Oh my gosh, I am so sorry guys. It's been like, what? Three weeks? Anyways hang on there with me because I can promise you this story is gunna be great. Sorry, but my chapters are going to move around a lot at first, like flashbacks, POV's, and present day. Ten reviews= next chapter(:

Max= Max/Madison when around flock

Fang=Nate/ Nathanial

Angel=Alexia/Alexa

Nudge=Monique/Monika

Gazzy=Matthew/Mattie

Iggy=Emery/Emerson

Max's POV

I could feel a slight trickle of blood creep down my head and onto my cheek. It was cold and nauseating. I wanted to moan in agony, but that's just not me. My cut-up lip tasted sweet and salty, making me dry heave voluntarily. I winced in pain as I bumped my injured head against the side of the cramped metal cage.

Wait a second…did I just say, cage? Oh god, oh god, oh god. No, no, no! Oh god no. Please let this be a miserable dream. Sadly though, somehow, I couldn't even convince myself slightly. I knew it was all too real.

"The school," my voice whispered hoarsely, remembering my horrible past. I drifted into unconsciousness, as a slight prick grazed the skin of my arm.

Flock's POV(3rd person)

"Nate! Me and Monique are heading to the movies, be back later, Kay?" Alexia walked down the stairs, her silver blond hair straightened and cut in thin layers. She was wearing dark washed skinny jeans, and a light blue metro station shirt. Her black skele-animal kitty hoodie completed her "rebel look."

She pulled out her i-phone and began to text rapidly, only stopping to slide on her black All Star Converse.

"Monique! We're going to be late!" she yellowed loudly up the spiral staircase to the second story. Alexa walked around to the soft plush couch and plopped down beside her older brother. Matthew Ride was 16 going on 17 with spiked dirty blond hair and dark blue eyes. He was captain of the soccer team, and just happened to be Alexa's older brother. He was comfortably lounging on the couch, flipping through the channels broadly.

"Mattie, darling dearest brother Mattie…"

"What do you want now?" he quirked an eyebrow, as he looked straight to her.

"Would you pretty please give me and Monique a ride?" she puppy dog pouted, widening her eyes and jutting out her bottom lip.

"I don't know Alexa, I'm kind of busy, maybe later alright?" he rolled his eyes, switching the channel.

"Busy!" she huffed, stomping her foot, "You're not even watching anything! It's a Friday night and you're sitting on the couch!" she started to shout angrily.

"That's right, and if you want a ride, you'd better appreciate me. Can't you ask Emery?" he turned his head trying to find the alleged 22 year old blind boy.

"He's studying! Nate tell Mattie he needs to take me and Monique to the movies!" she whined on the verge of tearing up. Nate sat at the wooden oak table, starring at his algebra text book blankly. He looked to find the 14 year old girl staring straight at him.

"Mat, just take her to the movies, you can watch MTV or whatever when you get back." Mat glared angrily and stood up, grabbing the keys. He stomped out, slamming the door behind him.

"Thanks Nate!" Alexa pecked him on the cheek and raced out after Mat, calling behind her for Monique.