AN: So, so, so, incredibly sorry that I haven't been updating in, like, forever, but my computer broke and I lost everything for this story cause I hadn't saved it. Then I am literally not kidding you my little cousin's dog at my written out story. I have pictures to prove it. I wasn't getting anywhere near that thing! So… on with my good (hopefully) story. Please review if I make any mistakes! Peace, my little munchkins!

Chapter Two: What Is On My Back and Why Are They Moving?

'Man, what happened last night?' was my first thought when I woke up with a pounding headache. 'Wow, how late were we up last night?' I smiled remembering the party. I looked down and realized that I needed to change clothes and to take a shower, and that my sleeping clothes were a little too big, interesting, they were a little tight when I went to bed.

As I was walking up the freaking 6 floors to get up to my room (seriously, elevators much people?), I was happy. This was because no one had been awake enough or been able to separate from their boy/girlfriend long enough to climb the 6 floors.

I was positive that no one had come up to the room they hadn't even tried. See, my room had the tightest security. I am a little paranoid, since I'm the brains behind my father's operation (not the mob), so I've got cameras set up so that there are no blind spots, then I have weight sensors all over the floor and infrared sensors so if there's one person and you don't match my weight, then you're out of here! Once you get through the hallway, which looks kick-butt with silver walls, Chinese writing, and black molding, you get to black double doors. They're not normal, cause they've got eye scans, voice recognition software, more weight scanners, and then a fingerprint lock. Then, just for security, I have a regular lock. The only other people who can bypass this system are my two friends (I know, it's high school and I have only two friends!).

The reason that I'm so paranoid is because I invent most of the gadgets for my fathers company, so I don't want anyone taking them, so that means security that is a pain in the butt to get through when your half-asleep, even though I'm a genius (yes, I know, it is odd, why aren't I in college or something?). The best thing is that using blackmail/threats I was able to enforce eco-friendly regulations on my father's factories.

Even though that would make a lot of people happy, I am still very Goth, to be specific, ultra-recycle Goth. I'm Goth for a large number of reasons, but mostly because my parents treat me as someone their age, not someone 16 years old.

Anyway, I got into my room and remembered about the homework that I forgot to do. See, I'm a Sophomore, even though I shouldn't be, so my teachers "assign" homework to me, but then I come back after school and get homework that actually challenges me. This way there is no record of me being a genius, so my father's enemies won't pay any more attention to me than would be normal. I still have to take tests, but my teachers switch them out, so I take tests that would review the stuff I learned. It causes them to go out of their way, but the nice sum of money my father gives them makes up for it, I think that they plan on going on a nice vacation after I leave.

Anyway, I bet you're wondering what I look like; I have a gothic look, even when I'm not in gothic clothes. This is because I have dark brown eyes, which have another ring of black around them, then I also have long, dark brown hair that looks like it's black and it goes down to my waist. Then I'm about 5'5" (yes, I'm short, so what? I still pack quiet a punch as many people have found out... heh), I have very modest curves, I guess, and I'm also slightly over weight, at 140 pounds.

So, after you pass my alarms and go through the door the color scheme completely changes, but you're still in a hallway. Imagine a room with black, glittery tile and dark purple walls with silver designs and accents. Then there's another silver door and then my room, which is so kick butt! It has a huge king size bed in the middle of the room. It has a silver and purple canopy and a black, silver, and purple comforter and black pillows (I made them all myself). On the right side of the room there are wall-to-floor bookshelves, completely filled up with a door leading to my inventing/planning room. Then on the left side there is the technology side. On the technology side everything is silver, and there is a huge TV, every type of gaming system there was and will be. Then in the middle of the room (my bed is up against the wall with windows surrounding it) there is a huge whole in the floor, filled with pillows.

On the wall with the tech stuff, there is a door to my bathroom. I love my bathroom, Is and Abbie helped my design it. Abbie's favorite color is blue (all shades) and Is' is light purple. So, my bathroom ended up light purple with dark blue accents and all the metal in her is silver. Then I have a huge bath with a wall behind it filled with selves of every scented bubble bath there is (only the smells I like though). Then I have another wall filled with the same scents, only in body wash and shampoos and conditioners. This is to go with the shower, which is awesome! It's one of those new ones where there's a wall in front of you and a curved wall behind you, and it shots out water from all directions. Then, when you're done, you press another button and it shots out air.

In my bathroom I also have a circle in the middle like the Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. In fact there is a password that has a slide down into my drawing room. There are mirrors with the bright light bulbs on the top, and trays on the bottom to hold all of my makeup.

Anyway, my drawing room is awesome! There are two walls done in purple and blue with black trim and the other walls and the ceiling are white. Then, I have every type of drawing utensil down there.

Moving along, I opened a door of to the side that led to my robe closet. I picked out a black one with a silver dragon and silver slippers. I put my dirty clothes in a hamper and slid on the robe, I turned on the water in the bathtub and waited until it was the perfect temperature and height to fill it with my favorite caramelized vanilla scent. I dried off and went straighten my hair and bangs. When I was done I went to go pick out my outfit for the day.

As I was walking into my closet I felt a sudden twinge of discomfort creep down my spine, I just ignored it and walked into my closet. I love my closet it's done in black, light purple, dark blue, lime green, and a dark orange, it reminded me of all the elements. Except for the color scheme, my closet reminded me of London's from the Suite Life of Zach and Cody, but there were no talking mirrors, or attendants, or mechanics to show us outfits, there were maps, a kitchen, and a runway, but that's because me, Is, and Abbie sometimes have a sleepover in the closet. When you come in to the closet you're in the "fitting" room, this is with the runway, so the wall facing it is one giant mirror.

I started to walk towards the shirt section but the twinge in my back returns, but stronger. As I collapse to my knees and then to my stomach I hope that someone finds me soon. The pain gets worse and I start to black out, my last thought was: What the heck is going on?

**********************An Hour Later***********************

'Wow,' I thought. 'That was one freaky butt dream.' All of the sudden I heard banging on the door along with my name being shouted.

"Sammy, come out, we're starving!" That would be Abbie

"Just a minute!" I called back.

"Fine, just hurry up! We'll get Olga to cook us breakfast!" That was Is.

"Okay, see you in a few!" I called back. I turned to face the mirror and almost fainted again. My hair had turned black, the kind of black people who dye theirs can only hope to achieve, and it went down to my knees! The weirdest part yet was that my bangs were still there, but they were white. Then I had streaks in my hair, really thin ones that were light purple, blue, red, and green, but the started off really light and got darker the further down my hair they got.

Then, by body changed, seriously. I went from, like, 148 pounds to 120, and then I went from 5'4" to 5'7". Then I started to feel something move on my back. I freaked out at that and started to try to look behind me, I have to admit, I felt like a dog chasing its tail. What I saw next made me snap out of it. There were these huge, fifteen-foot wings flying out of my back. I started screaming when I saw them. Whoops, there went the sound barrier.

Is and Abbie came running up the stairs and burst through the door before I could hide my wings. They froze and at the same time wings burst forth from their backs. Is' wings were a light purple with regular purple and silver mixed in. Then her hair was still blond, but her bangs were light purple and she had light purple streaks that got darker further down, and her hair was down to her waist. Abbie's wings were different shades of blue, blended together to make them look like water. Her hair was the same as Is' but with blue.

"Holy Crap," I announced.

"I'll say that's an understatement," Is said.

"Yeah, what the heck happened to us?" asked Abbie.

"Well, I read somewhere were something happened like this and they ended up getting powers or something, so we might want to test for them or something," I said.

"You mean you watched the announcement that bird kid Max made, didn't you?" Abbie accused.

"It was actually very interesting," I defended myself. "She said a lot of true things that adults need to pay attention to."

"Moving on," Is interrupted. "How are we going to test for powers?"

"I don't know," I said. "Just try something natural, another thing is that your wings look like wind, you might want to try commanding that."

"Okay," Is said. "Wind, up," as she said that she started to fly upwards.

"Hey, Is," I yelled. "Sometimes telekinesis goes with wind powers."

"Okay, give me a second," Is yelled back. She landed on the ground and all of the sudden a pillow went hurdling towards Abbie. Abbie threw up her hands and closed her eyes. The pillow froze. She opened her eyes and stared at the pillow. On a sudden whim she twisted her other hand and it exploded.

"Wow," she whispered. "Wicked."

"Cool, let's see what else you can do!" I walked them into my bathroom and pushed Abbie in front of the bath. "Come on, your wings look like water, see if you can control it."

"Okay, Water, up!" she shouted. Slowly, as if tired, the water rose upwards. "Cool," she commented.

"Come on, I want to see what my powers are!" I exclaimed. I turned to look at my wings. They looked like they have a silver base, but wherever the light hit them they looked like a rainbow. They also had spots of black and white on them. I reached out to touch them and got a shock, my world stopped and a picture formed in my mind. It showed two men in lab coats standing over…me? They injected something into me, and one scientist said:

"Well, serum 5419M is a new serum, we don't know the full chances of the serum, it should only give her wings, but there is a chance of mutation. Luckily, Subject S is in perfect health, so there are no chances of illness," in the background a screen flashes the information: Maximum Ride: Location- Arizona, Scottsdale 2487 Mavolian Road. I quickly memorized it, there's a chance that this Maximum person knows what's going on.

"Will there be any side effects, Mike?" The second scientist asked.

"Yeah, Dylan, there is rapid hair, nail, and height growth. Her metabolism will show a large increase in speed." Mike said.

"And of the other two subjects?" Dylan asked.

"The same side effects could happen to the others and for a bonus the Sam child has found the Heart of Crystal, this will give her a greater power than before." Mike answered. Wait, how do they know that?

"So," Dylan started. "Are the parents taken care of?"

"Yes," Mike stated. "In two days they will forget all about Isabella Triny, Abigale van Buron, and Samantha Mori."

"And is there any contact with her twin?" Dylan asked.

"No, she doesn't even know that he exists," Mike answered.

On that ominous note my vision faded out again, and I opened my eyes to see… the ceiling, very anticlimactic. Anyway, I sat up and noticed Is' and Abbie's worried looks and said to them:

"I got a vision, and I know where we need to go."

"OMG!" Is said, we're like the Charmed Ones!"

"Yeah, totally!" Abbie added. That's what we should call ourselves! Then have codenames as the sisters names!"

"Okay, Piper. Now, we need to go to the address Arizona, Scottsdale 2487 Mavolian Road. Maximum Ride is there at this moment, and from reading her books when I was younger, she can help us. Now, you guys need to go home and pack, I'm sending along a pocket in space, pack up everything," I told them. "I'll tell you about my power after we get there, and I can figure it out what it is exactly. So, go!"

With that they toke of flying out the windows. I used my telekinetic powers to move all of my stuff into space pockets. I had five space pockets, one for clothes, one for technology, one for makeup/accessories, one for books, and one for everything else.

I had a few more minutes until Abbie and Is got back, so I decided to try to fly. Hey, Max's blood was injected into the serum, shouldn't it be instinct?

In hindsight I realize that jumping out a 6-story window was not smart, but, luckily, flying was instinct. Fifteen minutes later we Sisters were ready to go to find Max.

"At least they are somewhere nearby, so we don't have to fly that far," Is said, trying to break the tension. I guess we all realized that we would never see our families again.

"Okay, time to go," I announced, we needed to stop traveling down the pity line.

An hour later we got to the house, and with my empathy you could feel the love in the house, it was an awing feeling. I pulled myself together and marched up to the front door. Two minutes after I knocked on the door a tall, Hispanic women answered the door.

"Hello?" she asked. "How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for a Ms. Maximum Ride? I saw that she was located last at this address," I spoke formally, because usually they then assume that your part of the FBI or someplace.

"What part of the government are you in? I can't believe them, sending teenagers to do their jobs!" she exclaimed.

"I'm not part of the government, I just want some explanations," told her.

"Okay, what's your name?" she asked.

"I'm not sure anymore, but it used to be Samantha Mori, Sam for short," I didn't know if giving her my full name would be good or bad, but, whatever, what was done was done.

"What is your business here?" she asked.

"I'm not sure we should be discussing this outside, may I come in?" I asked. When we got inside she still looked apprehensive, so I said:

"Don't worry, I'm not from the School," she looked taken aback by that.

"Okay, then," she said. "Just one minute, I'll get Max."

"Okay," as I sat down I started to look around, see I've never been in a house like this. As much as I tried to get out and do things for others, my parents would never let me go to anyone's house that wasn't insanely rich, or at least important. I guess I got lucky that both Is and Abbie were insanely rich and nice.

"Who are they?" Max asked as she came into the room. I assumed that she was talking about me.

"My name is Samantha, and they are Isabella and Abigale. Although, we like to be called Sam, Is, and Abbie. Anyway, we were looking for you. Oh, and FYI, the School knows where you live, so I'd do something about that, maybe illusions?" I looked at Is, she was the more technical of our group, I just make the stuff.

"Wait, how do you know this?" Max asked, looking suspicious.

"Well, I don't know, I had a vision, but that was the first time, it might have had something to do with my missing twin," I commented.

"Wait," Abbie interrupted. "Missing twin?"

"Yeah," I said, absent minded, thinking of ways to protect the house. "Did I forget to mention that?"

"No, I just thought I'd forget something MAJORLY IMPORTANT LIKE THAT!!" Abbie shouted.

"Oh," I muttered, still absent minded. "I was sure that I mentioned it," I looked over at Is, who was rolling her eyes, and said, "What? I can't monitor everything that goes on in my brain! I'd go crazy!"

"That you would," conceded Is.

"So…" Max dragged off. "Why are you here?"

"Well," I started. "When I was still in my vision, I saw your address flash on a screen, so I memorized it. Then, when I was listening in, I heard the two scientists say that the serum that was injected into me which caused me to grow wings had traces of your DNA."

"Okay then, so what do you think is going to happen?" Max asked.

"Well," I responded. "I need to find two more people, then I'll be set."

"Why do you need to find two more people?" Ms. Martinez asked.

"Oh, sorry. I do that sometimes," I explained. "I just assume that everyone is one the same page that I am on."

"Yeah," Abbie added. "It happens more often than not, and then she goes and forgets that the only people smarter than her are dead."

"Hey!" I shouted. "That is incorrect."

"Right," Is added. "You passed them up, didn't you?"

"I am going to ignore that question, seeing how there is no correct answer to it!" I turned to Max. "She would assume I'm lying if I said no and would tease me if I said yes."

"What do you mean that the only people smarter than her are dead?" Ms. Martinez asked.

"Well," I started. " Before I answer that I would like to point out that I'm not the only one who assumes a lot," I shout a look at Is. "Anyway, what she means is that I have an IQ higher than Mozart's," I explained.

"Woah," Ms. Martinez said.

"I know," I said. "Well, what else do you want to know about me?"

"How long have you been Avian-American?" Max asked.

"Um… about half a day?" I guessed.

"What?" Ms. Martinez interjected.

"I know, I just fell asleep, woke up, and felt a horrible pain. Then, voila! I've got wings!" I explained.

"So, anything else we're missing?" Max asked.

"Yep," I added. "We've got powers!"
"Great," Max muttered. "Fate just wanted me to die of a stress attack."

"Yep!" I answered. "Anyway, Is has control over wind and has telekinesis, Abbie has control over water and can freeze and explode things, and I have just figured out what I have, but I have to tell a story to have it make sense."

"So, go on," Max said.

"Well," I answered. "You might as well call down the rest of the Flock, since they're going to find out anyway."

"What do you mean?" Max asked.

"Well," I answered. "What if I told you I could find a place where people who know what they were doing could train the Flock in their powers?"

"What are you talking about?" Max asked.

"Well, it's really supposed to be a government secret but you know super heroes like the Commander and Jetstream?" I asked.

"Yes," Ms. Martinez answered.

"Well," I continued. "Their children were sent to a super hero school, which means that anyone with credentials can be enrolled."

"What do you mean by credentials?" Max asked.

"Anyone who exists and has powers," I answered.

"But we don't exist," Max explained.

"Yes you do," I said.

""Max does, but Fang and the rest of the kids don't," Ms. Martinez explained.

"No, they all exist," I started to explain. "When I was working with the FBI, I had to create an identity for them."

"You worked with the FBI?" Max asked.

"Well," I started to explain. "I didn't work for the FBI, Sally White did."
"What do you mean?" Max asked.

"She means that on her rap sheet, Sammy has over a hundred counts of impersonation," Is cut in.

"No I don't," I shouted back.

"Oh, right," Abbie turned to the other two. "She never got caught."

"Yep!" I exclaimed.

"So, why are you here?" Max asked. "Because I know for sure you wouldn't fly here just to warn us."

"Well," I started. "I was hoping that I could lay low here for a few days, or at least until we can all figure out our powers and I remember all of my Tai Kwan Do."

"Well," Ms. Martinez shrugged. "I would have to discus it with Max, Fang, and the rest, but I think that they'll let you stay."

"Whatever," I hear my stomach growl. "Do you mind if I raid your kitchen for something to eat?"

"Sure," Ms. Martinez nodded. "Do you want me to make something for you?"

"No, I'll just grab a sandwich," I explained, walking into the kitchen. "You guys want anything?"

"Yeah, sure," Max said, with Abby and Is nodding yes. I grabbed my iPod and walked into the kitchen, switching it to Let It Rock by Kevin Rudolf and Lil' Wayne. As I walked in I started singing along, "I see your dirty face, high behind your collar…"

After that song was done I was almost finished making my special sandwiches, so I started I'm Yours by Jason Mraz, "Well, you done done me and you bet I felt it, I tried to be chill but you're so hot that I melted…" after a few more minutes I was done and I went in to see Max and the rest of her gang in the corner, probably talking about me and Ms. Martinez, Is, and Abby sitting over in front of the TV talking.

"Lunch is served," I announced with a flourish. "Here you go, Max, the rest of you want anything?" I handed Is and Abby their sandwiches.

"Sure," a girl who looked to be around thirteen, based on Max's scale of growing. "My name's Nudge, what's yours? How old are you? Why are you here? Where are you from? Why do you think that you can help us? What are your friend's names? Do you have a boyfriend? What's normal school like? Were you popular? What's your favorite color and subject? Have you ever been outside the country? Have you ever been to any premiers in Hollywood? Do you know any stars?"

"Okay," I said to her. "Slow down and I'll answer all of your questions," I took a big breath. "My name is Samantha, but I go by Sam. I'm sixteen years old and am here to see Max. I'm from California, and I can help you because I am awesome like that. My friends names are Is (short for Isabella) and Abbie (short for Abbigale with an e). I don't currently have a boyfriend, but I did use to, and if you ask me to describe him I think you will learn some new terms. Normal school was pretty boring, I only went for the drama that either this girl I hated or I created. I was popular in my own right, but it was more like infamy. My favorite colors are black, red, blue, dark green, and purple and my favorite subject is math. I have been outside the country numerous times and I've been to many different premiers in Hollywood, usually because my parents made me. And, yeah I know stars enough I can honestly say that I hate Miley Cyrus!" Nudge gasped. "What I mean to say is that I like her music but she is such a bi-mean person up close!" I revised my sentence when I saw Max's warning face.

"How can you hate her?" Nudge asked. "She seems so nice on her TV series and the interviews!"

"Just a face for the fans," I smirked. "Not to mention that she has no fashion sense."

"Then how does she manage to dress so well?" Angel asked.

"Mostly her personal dressers, sometimes she tries to get back at me by taking some of my outfits I've worn and "enhancing" them," I smiled. "But, this is not the point of why I came here. I just got turned, I guess that would be the right term, and I want to know how you guys made it, I mean I have a hidden account that the school didn't wipe out, so I'm pretty sure we can "make" it through."

"Oh, which account?" Abby asked.

"Oh, right, um, I think there's Eliza's, Beth's, Sara's, Emma's, and Maddi's that remain untouched, so we have an estimated 3 billion to live off," the flock made a gasping sound.

"What?" Nudge cried. "You only look like your fourteen-ish!"

"I am special!" I pouted.

"Along with smart, psychotic, and sarcastic," Abbie murmured.

"That too," I shrugged, accepting the fact that only on special occasions am I ever not sarcastic. "So after this we're heading to Colorado?"

"I thought that you hated the special school?" Is asked, confused.

"Yeah, but I need to get us some help with the powers and then register us as good guys," I sneered. "I don't feel like having to spend a week with the Feds trying to sort out the whole mess in my near future."

"I hate the Feds," Abbie grumbled. "Just because I can't tell the difference between Iraq and Iran doesn't make me stupid, it just means that I flunk geography!"

"Who are the Feds?" Nudge asked, making me do a double take when I realized that they had no clue who the heck we're talking about.

"Sorry," I smiled. "We call all federal agents Feds, just cause we're lazy. He do you have an airport for the computer?"

"Yeah," Ms. Martinez answered. "Why do you want it?"

"I've gotta move all of my bank accounts into a central location and accessible to me," I explained, sighing, it was never a lot of fun dealing with my banks incredibly cluttered up hard drive.

"So," Max trailed off. "Will you let Angel read your mind to make sure you're telling the truth."

"No," I quickly said, being firm about the fact that I would never tell anyone why. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."

"Why not?" Nudge asked.

"Just leave it alone," I practically growled. At that my second cell phone rang with the Jonas Brother's Hello Beautiful. "Hey guys, what's up?" I asked answering it.

"Nothin', just thinking of you," Nick's voice even sounded like he was smiling. "Hey, we're coming back tomorrow, what time should we pop by?"

"Guys, you can't," I frowned. "Seriously there's some out of whack crap going on around here and you can't come over for a while. Then when you finally can I don't live with my parents anymore."

"Congrats," Kevin's voice flooded through the speakers. "Hey, we've got another concert coming up, you gonna be okay by yourself on R-day?" I felt my eyes sting at the name.

"No," I whispered. "I'll come see you guys."

"And we'll catch up about everything?" Joe asked. "Frank the Tanks got a surprise for you, he lost another tooth."

"Tell him congratulations and the next time I come over I'll bring him some candy so he can rot the rest out," the three boys laughed. "Okay, guys I gotta go, talk later?"

"Bye," they shouted in unison. "Love you, Sammykins!"

"Really, cause I'm not feeling it!" I shouted back. During my conversation the group had started talking among themselves, trying to decide how to test me without reading my mind.

"We need a lie detector," I sighed.

"Agreed there," Is nodded. "Not to psyched about having a kid floating around in my head."

"Who was that anyway?" Abbie asked.

"Just some kids of a friend I had a Melissa," I explained, feeling slightly bad about lying, but it couldn't be helped. I was in to far.

"Hey, what if Angel only looked into your minds far enough to see if the answer is the truth or a lie?" Nudge asked.

"I'm all for that," I smiled. No one can know what's going on in my mind.

"Okay," Angel geared up and asked Is and Abbie the questions. After they were pronounced clean, Angel turned to me. "This might hurt a bit," she said, seemingly annoyed by that.

"Hit me with it," I smiled putting up my mental walls which had about as much security as my room to protect all but my lying answers.

"Okay, control questions," Angel murmured. "What is your name?"

"Samantha Mori," I answered.

"Okay, now answer this question in a lie," Angel smiled. "What is your favorite color?"

"Pink," I smirked as Angel laughed.

"Okay," she thought for a moment. "Do you currently work for the School?"

"Not currently," I answered.

"Have you ever worked for the school?" Angel asked, suspiciously.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I worked for them for six months about two years ago. I was part of the team who lead the investigation against them and since I was actually a scientist I was the one who infiltrated. I investigated, I found illegal activity, and I reported it to my commanding officer. Two weeks later they were completely disbanded."

"Why should we believe you?" Max pointed out.

"If I still worked for the school then I wouldn't have told you guys about my previous job, convincing you guys that I have never worked for the School which would give you more reason to believe me," I shrugged. "Over all, I'm kinda tired, do you have a place to bunk?"

"Yeah," Ms. Martinez smiled. "Just finish the test and I'll show you three to rooms."

"Okay," Angel answered. "Would you ever betray us if we trust you?"

"Only if it was an act," I answered. "I hate all forms of betrayal, I couldn't bring myself to do it even if I had an option."

"Okay," angel said, releasing me. "She's clean, can I go get something to eat, now?"

"Sure, honey," Max smiled. "So you guys want to crash?" she turned to us.

"Yeah, you know new muscles being used in flying make me kinda sore," I told her sarcastically.

"You'll ask if you need anything, and you can tell us everything," Ms. Martinez.

"Thank you," I mumbled.

"No problem," she responded, hugging me.

"What was that for?" I asked, confused. "I didn't do anything to deserve that."

"You need to deserve hugs?" she asked, shocked.

"Yeah, and displays of affection, like smiles in private, mom and dad always acted in public, hugs, treats- although I already was buying whatever I wanted when I was a little kid- oh, kind words you had to earn," I explained. "Mom and dad also ordered the staff to follow the rules, except for Mrs. Sanje, who was very old, batty, and frankly didn't give a da-crap."

"How come?" Nudge asked.

"Why would they, I wasn't perfect, I didn't fit in, my brother was obviously the best, etc., etc.," I yawned. "If you could please show me the room?"

"Yeah," Ms. Martinez smiled, "you three come on." Out of the blue, Nudge hugged me.

"What was that for?" I asked when she released me.

"That is one of the saddest things I've ever heard!" she exclaimed.

"They didn't want me, obviously they felt no real love for me," I shrugged. "At least I wasn't my twin."

"What makes you say that?" Max asked.

"My twin was given away," I answered. "I can't find him, which is beyond unusual. That's why I took the School job; I found a phantom trail leading to it. Apparently they took him for experimenting."

"Are you gonna find him?" Nudge asked, her eyes wide.

"Of course I am," I smiled. "I will find him if it takes forever."

"I hope you- Gazzy, Ig, no! Put the bomb look-alike away!" Max shouted. "God, we have people over! At least put away the bombs for now. We had a deal," Iggy and Gazzy sighed and put away.

"Nice bomb," Sam walked over. "What if you crossed wire "x" and wire "y", you get a really loud bang that will incapacitate anyone in a 5 meter radius."

"Not with this bomb," Iggy smiled. "This one is filled with the Gasman's signature scent," I thought I saw the others turn green.

"Oh," I trailed off. "Wire 6 is in the wrong place then."

"No it's not," Iggy objected.

"Yeah, it is," I explained. "Where you have it, it will only explode. If you move it up half an inch and connect it to Wire 5 with a paper clip it will explode releasing the scent and explode silently, which would be a good thing if you're going for stealth.

"How do you know all that?" Gazzy asked in wonder.

"I like knowing things," I shrugged. "I'll see you guys later," I walked up to the group and yawned again. "Sorry, I'll stop interrupting and just go up to bed," I yawned again.

"Okay," Ms. Martinez pointed at a door. "There it is," she opened the door to reveal a large queen bed with a pull out sofa. "I'll wake you guys up at 4 p.m., till them sleep well."

"Thanks," I smiled and walked over to the sofa. "Sleep well guys," I didn't know how tired I was but as soon as I laid down I was out cold.

AN: Hey, how was it? Hopefully good, so review please! I will accept flames, since I am a complete sap for letting my story slide, SSSSOOOORRRRRRRRYYYY (runs out of room fleeing flying food)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LOL, I made an alliteration!