Again, sorry for short chapters. I'll try to make them longer, but I don't like to keep a big nmber of people I just havn't really been in the mood to write the story at the spot it's in right now. I did start on the next chapter, though. And after that one things should go much better and more exciting after that.
Thank you so much for so much reveiws! 17 after three chapters! For some, that's not much, but that's the most I got for such a limited number of chapters so far! Thank you sssoooo much!

Max's POV

I walked down the hall from my last class. The day had been tireding. In Gym, we had to do a "Health Quiz", which questioned us about what we learned about health the past month and a half. I had to take it, even though it was my first day. The rest of the day came in a blur.

As I walked, I wondered if I should sign up for any Enrichment classes. I think I should, even school is horible, home is much worse.

I sighed and went into the office where I would sign up for classes. There were several desks and file cabinets. I stopped infront of this one desk, that had a sign on it saying "Sign up/Sigh Out". There sat a plump women with long curly brown hair.

"'Ello, hun." She greeted me with a warm southern accent. "Whatcha need?"

"I'm Maximum Ride, I'm here for Enrichment classes...?" I said.

She nodded her head, twisted in her chair to look at some files in a filing cabinet. I waited, rocking back and forth on my heels. She got one out along with a peice of paper. She slapped the file onto the desk and opened it up in a way where I can't see inside. She copied somethings down on the peice of paper. Then she closed the file and gave me the sheet of paper. It had my name on it, my grade, my gender, and my classes. Below, there was a space where I can write down the classes I've chosen. She also gave me a list of classes I could take.

"You can take up to two classes. The one circled in red are the ones that are filled out." The lady said, giving me a smile. I muttered a thanks and walked over to some of the chairs that were shoved up against the wall.

I looked at the list, and was suprised by the amount of classes I could take.

Basketball...No...Woodshop...No...Cooking Class? That had that? Although I probably could use a few lessons, I'll still blow up the ovans. So, that's a No...Football...no...Journalism...no...

No...no...no...no...hmm..

Choir. I heard some people in my Math class talk about it, saying that that was the class people went to when they couldn't think of any others and needed the credits.
So, Choir is a maybe.

Theatre? No, the last thing I need is fo people to be all eyes on me.

There was a class just for improv? Sounds fun, but no. Sounds to much like theater.

Book Club? Well, I like books, but no. To much talk.

Fencing? Not my thing.

Well, the rest had red cirlces around them. So I guess I'll just take choir.

I wrote it down on the peice of paper, stood up, and gave it to the sign up lady.

"Thank you," She said while she did paper work. "You should be able to join tomorrow."

I nodded my thanks, and walked out the room.

When I got home (Also Emo-Guy and his little sister, who were my neighbors), I prayed that Robert was at work. Then I remembered that he doesn't work today, it's his day off. I put on an impassive face after I let my gaurd down and a worried look came onto me face.

I twisted the door knob and entered into the house, muttering a "I'm home." When out of nowhere a loud voice called from the hall. "Where've you been?"

He must have forgotten that I had school today. "I was at school." I said quietly.

I closed the door as he came storming from the hall. His face was close to mine, and I could smell the beer on his breath.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked with a commanding voice. I couldn't do much but sputter before he smacked me across my face, then stormed off to the living room.

My hand went up to my face, feeling my stinging cheek. It felt hot, and I imagained it was bright red.

I tried to ignore the pain; the pain was to familier, and decided to get some food. I barely ate the school lunch, it looking like someone scraped it off the bottom of a Port-A-Potty.

I went into the kitchen and scanned the cabinets for something to eat. Then I found something that might as well had come from Heaven above; Nutella.

Okay, maybe I'm extraggerating. But it's so good! Not quite like the real stuff, but pretty close. I'ts a good thing Robert hates it, because I can eat it by the spoon fulls.

So I snatched it like a Totatly Awesome ninja, and grabbed a spoon from the drawer. I quickly opened up the jar, stabbed my spoon into the dark sea of chocolaty goodness (Clever word play, huh? I'm very detailed when it comes to my chocolate), and lifted it out to find it covered in Nutella goo (that's what I call it...don't ask why, it's a long story...). I almosted stabbed my bottom lips with the spoon as I stuck it in my mouth, letting myself get lost in the taste...

...Okay, I'm too obsessive over chocolate. Hey, you have to have chocolate to keep the dementors at bay (Harry Potter thing).

God, I can take a bath in this!

...I didn't say that out loud, did I...

I paused and waited...
No, I don't think I did.

I was still eating the chocolate when Robert came in with last Sunday's paper. He threw it done on the counter, where I was leaning on.

"Stop eating, you're going to get fatter." He grunted and went upstairs up in his room.

I stopped, and took the spoon out of my mouth (can you stop and do something at the same time? Well, I CAN! Sorry, Nutella makes me loopy). Even though it's low fat, and I used to not care about it at all...was he right?

I told myself that they were just empty words, but a voice in the back of my head said that wasn't so.

I kept eating it, still feeling the pains from hunger. It was bliss, but only for a moment. Robert came back down (probably for a beer), and saw me. He walked over, yank the spoon out of my hands so fast, it hurt, and threw it on the counter.

"I said no!" He yelled, and shoved me. My hip banged into the counter edge. The space where the edge hit it throbbed with a terrible pain, but I didn't show it.

He quickly got a beer from the refridgerator, and was about to walk back to his room before I stopped him.

Biting back the pain in my hip, I told him "I'm going to have to stay a little later at school. I-I have a new class for credits..."

"That's fine." He growled, and contuined on his way upstairs.

...Well, welcome to my every day life. Growing wings on my back sounds pretty good right now.

Fang's POV

"We're home, Mommy!" Yelled Fang's four-year-old sister, Angel. They walked through the door and into the cozy living room, where a fire was blazing in the fire place. Their mother was nowhere to be seen, which lead them to believe she was in her study, typing away on her computer. She was a writer writing the second book to her popular teens' novel.

"Hello," She yelled from her study. When she was working, she didn't want anyone to talk to her unless it was nessicary. She cut herself off from almost everyone. Her stress level rise up, but she'll still be enjoying herself.

Angel let her coat fall to the ground and bounced once on the couch before falling back onto it with her legs streched out infront of her.

"Fang," She said from the couch. Fang turned his head to her before turning on the T.V. "When's Daddy comming home?"

Their father was in the Marines. "About five more weeks." Fang replide. He didn't expect her to know how long though; she just wanted to talk to him, as if it'll bring him back home. She didn't know how long he's gone, she just know's he is.

Angel had a sad face before she replaced it was joy when Fang gave her the remote to the telivision. He then walked off to the stairs, where their chocolate labordor, Abigal, was sleeping on the front step.

He stepped over the sleeping dog, and contuined up the stairs. He walked into his cluttered bedroom, set his backback on the ground and took out some homework. He walked over to his desk, and started working on it.

His desk was next to the big window, which was between the desk and his bed. If he turned his head slightly, he would have a nice veiw of the neighbor hood.

Speaking of the neighbor hood, a new family moved in not to long ago. A man with thick, dark, greasey hair slicked down his thick neck and a teenage girl who looks nothing like him. She had dirty blong/light brown hair in unruly waves. She often wore long sleeved shirts, from the limited times he seen her. He didn't know what to think about her, only that she was hot.

Again, sorry for the Type-Os. I get excited when I'm about to update, so I don't Proof-Read that much.
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