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"Max! Max wake up! Wake up!" I groan rolling onto my side and pulling the covers up over my head.

"Go away," I moan into my pillow. Angel giggles and begins to jump up and down on my queen sized bed.

"Angel!" I snap, jack-knifing into a sitting position and whipping my hand out to give her hard hit to the leg, not hard enough to really injure her but hard enough to get the message across.

She squeals in pain but her smile sticks and she falls off the edge of the bed. I quickly lie back down and pull the covers back over me.

"Time for school, time for school, time for school," Nudge sings, dancing into my room. Nudge, unlike me, was extremely excited about this. I peek over the edge of the covers and squint at her. Her curly mane of hair has been expertly straightened into feathery wisps, and she's wearing a dress, like a real dress. Okay fine, it's a casual sun dress but still, I feel that it's a bit much for school. However, she does look gorgeous, the blue of her dress making her caramel skin radiate. She gives me a bright smile and I roll my eyes at her.

"Come on, Max! It's time to get up! Can I dress you please? Can I do your hair? Maybe a little make up. You look tired. Did you not sleep well? ZOMG! I'm so excited Max! Is this dress too short? I don't think so. What do you think?"

"Oh my God Nudge!" I yell, loudly enough for the whole house to hear. "My ears!"

"Oh fine! Be late for our first day of school, "Nudge trills, grabbing Angel's hand and skipping with her out of my room.

Finally. I roll over onto my stomach and drift quickly back to sleep. School, schmool.

What feels like mere seconds later, I am roused back to consciousness by a gentle hand on my shoulder. "Max, honey, it's time to wake up. You don't want to be late."

Actually, being late sounds great mother dear. I push her hand off my shoulder and roll over on my side.

"Max," Mom says, her voice growing stern. "Get up. You have school. I'm coming back in five minutes and you better be up and getting ready."

I groan again, loudly enough for the house to hear and then sigh, defeated. My muscles groan as I walk down the hall and into the bathroom. I quickly brush my teeth, splash some water on my face, and run a brush through my wavy hair. It's actually willing to cooperate now that brushing and washing it has become a regular thing. Satisfied with my appearance, I head out of the bathroom and back down the hallway.

"Morning Max," Gazzy chirps as he walks past me.

I drop a quick kiss on the top of his head and keep walking. "Morning Gaz."

As I walk into my room, I see an outfit has been laid out for me on my bed, consisting of skin tight skinny jeans, a black blouse with a hot pink belt cinching its waist, and black leather boots. The outfit is hot, yeah, I'll admit, but it's not for me. Snorting, I ignore it and walk to my closet. I pull out a pair of boot cut jeans, making sure that they're the name brand ones that Nudge got me so that she won't feel so bad when she sees I have ignored her outfit choice for me. Then, I pull out a simple black V-neck shirt (no more windbreakers for us since we don't have to hide our wings anymore) and my black converse. Nudge won't like it. It's too laid back, but for me, this is as good as it gets. Actually, this is better than good. This is great compared to what I have been accustomed to wearing my whole life, goodwill jeans and blood stained t- shirts.

Quickly, I throw on the outfit I have picked and survey myself in the mirror. The jeans hug my skinny legs and they have blinged out wings on both back pockets. That was my favorite part of them. I thought my outfit looked fine.

Satisfied, I turn and grab my backpack off of the floor and head downstairs. Most of the others will probably already be waiting downstairs in our massive kitchen. Yes I said "our" because this is now our house. I know. Weird, right? We have a house now. A real one. Our very first.

After we had finished with our reunion above ground, Mom had introduced me to the other two figures that we had seen up above, Dr. Relaine Oxford and Isabelle Burks. I learned that they are two of the most important people in this underground city that has become our home, and my mother had to convince them that coming up there to rescue us was a good idea. When they finally agreed, they insisted that they oversee the mission, hence their presence in our reunion. When they brought us down to the city, I felt overwhelmed and sick for a few long days. I was claustrophobic and felt panicked and trapped. However, I became used to it. After I was accustomed to it all, I began to finally grasp the magnificence of the city itself. It really was amazing. It looked just like your average city. No one would ever know that it was underground and filled with enhanced beings like yours featherly. I was even more impressed though when my mother drove us through a neighborhood and stopped in front of a beautiful two story house. She turned to us with a delighted smile on her face and said "welcome home". It was an eight bedroom house, meaning that everyone got their own bedroom. Nudge and Angel decided that they wanted to share a room, leaving us with one guest room. All the bedrooms were upstairs and the massive kitchen and living room were downstairs. The whole thing was like an insane dream that I never wanted to wake up from.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty!" Ella trills as I mope into the kitchen and slump into one of the chairs at the bar. "You're the last to arrive! Always got to make a grand entrance, huh?"

Making sure my mom isn't looking, I quickly flip her the bird, which only results in her giggling.

Fang drops a loaded plate of breakfast in front of me and rubs small circles into my back. "Eat," He orders. "It'll make you feel better."

Well, that's not something you have to tell me twice. I quickly dig into my food without hesitation, savoring the taste of the bacon. I've always loved loved loved bacon, but it was never something that we got to eat very often being on the run.

"My outfit was better," Nudge says, breezing past me and into the living room.

"Better for who? You or me?" I counter. "You knew I wouldn't wear it."

Nudge huffs, but ignores my comment.

"Alright kids! To the van!" Mom yells, coming down the stairs.