Hi guys! wise_yet_harmless here. I know the prologue was incredibly short, but I promise to make em a bit longer in the future. I will be putting in little references to the Max Ride series, so watch out for those. Thanks for reading! 3

"Gaz-Gazzy! Good gandhi, knock it off!" I hollered at my brother, while he attempted to sneak food (that I made, go me) off to his room for later.

"Would you just get ready? You can't be late your first day." It was bad enough I had to start off again at another high school, but getting my siblings out the door was basically impossible. Nudge was having a 'fashion crisis' , Gazzy was just being irritating and Angel was too busy having philosophical thoughts to get ready.

After playing tug of war with Gazzy, consoling Nudge and dragging Angel to get dressed, we piled up into my old truck and we were off. I took Nudge first, since she insisted on 'getting a good look at the competition', whatever that meant. Gazzy and Angel skipped off to their elementary school next, hand in hand. They're just too cute, I thought.

Next was high school. It was a large gray building, with high windows. They weren't trying to hide the fact that this place was basically a prison, I guess. I jogged to the front and looked for signs. My first class was health, and I had no idea where to go. After eavesdropping on a girl with crazy red hair and following her to the class, I entered and plunked down in the farthest seat from the teacher's desk, ready for a nap.

"Alright, class. Let's talk about relationships. Who would like to define a healthy relationship? What are the components?"

I groaned quietly. This was the part of health class I just hated. You can't study for relationships, people! You just have them!

Once we got to the bad relationship word tree, I'd had enough. I raised my hand to use the restroom. This was unbearable. I didn't think I could take much more of this.

Unfortunately, a kid across the room raised their hand for the same thing, at the same time. Just my luck, I thought. We looked at each other, my somewhat annoyed eyes meeting his black ones. He didn't seem surprised, or well, anything. He looked totally passive. Haha...weeeeird...

The teacher, on the other hand, thought it was excellent. "Well, since Max is new, F-uh, Nick, you can show her around the school. Show her the, shall we say, necessities. Fair enough?"

Wait. Wait just a lickety split. Did she just say that kid's name is Finnick? He does NOT look like a Finnick. What were his parents thinking? Finnick...sheesh!

I smirked at the poor kid. Someone else seemed to find this funny, as I heard a muffled "way to go, Fang," from someone in front of me. Fang, or Finnick, or whoever didn't even react. He looked so stoic I was tempted to pull a funny face just to see if i could get him to crack a smile.

This kid was seriously the embodiment of 'tall, dark and silent'. He had an olive like complexion and shaggy black hair that had waves that barely touched his shoulders. He was outfitted in all black, with a silver chain hanging from his belt loop. He didn't look menacing, no, he just looked...reserved.

He leveled his black eyes to my brown ones and shrugged. I followed him outside the classroom, the class settling back for another lecture of bad family relationships. The guy went down a couple halls and stopped in front of a couple large double doors. He held his hand out.

"Cafeteria," he explained oh so eloquently, before quickly moving on. He turned a couple of corners to to smaller doors with faded stick figures on each.

"Bathrooms," he pointed out. He went on, showing me the Nurse's ward and the main office. He never said anything unnecessary, like every word was strained for him. One might think he was being standoff ish or rude, but I didn't suspect so. It's not like there was much to talk about, anyway.

But there was a tad more to him. I could tell by the was his eyes never focused on one thing for very long that told me wasn't exactly anxious or paranoid, but more like he was always aware of his surroundings. I often found myself doing the same thing, mostly to keep a watch over Gazzy and Angel. But I doubt he had that to worry about. He never seemed completely relaxed, like he was always prepared for the unexpected.

Stop looking at me like that. I can't help it-I'm very observant. Nudge is easy to read. She never even attempts to hide her emotions, and talks about them almost constantly. Gazzy is harder. If he wants to get away with something that make me send him to his room, he is very good at feigning innocence.

But Angel, little Angel, is near impossible. She might get it from me, since she looks up to me. She has too many deep thoughts for her age- it worries me. She could give the FBI a run for their money with her poker face.

Fang was like that. Not emotionless, but in control of whatever emotions he was hiding. At least that's what I was getting from him. After our little tour (turns out we both just left to get away from the lecture, not to use the bathroom), he led me back to the classroom. When he didn't follow me in, I turned back around.

"Are you coming?" I asked, confused.

"No, I have to find my sister," he replied, saying more than he had all day. I didn't want to pry, but I was curious.

"Oh, you have a sibling here? What's her name?"

He hesitated, probably wanting to tell me it was none of my business.

"Ella," he replied. After another awkward moment, I nodded.

"Cool. Well, good luck finding her'

"Thanks for the tour, uh... Finnick?" He grimaced slightly.

"It's Nick. Just...just call me Fang."

"Ooookay then. Well thanks again...Fang."