A/N: Yo! Sorry I haven't updated in a couple of days, the last week of school before Easter break has been mental. And I did say not to expect quick updates all the time ;)
Okay, just to clear some things up:

Max's age: 17

Fang's age: 17

Iggy's age: 17

Nudge's age: 16

Sam's age: 16

Ari's age: 16

Dylan's age: 17

Any other ages probably around 15 - 18 unless it says otherwise :)

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Max POV:

I discovered I was sharing a dorm with three other girls. Which was normal. The only thing was.. they were all extremely girly. If I think I'm not a pink girl, they definitely are. As soon as I walked in, the three of them had been all over me, squealing, especially when they saw my hair.

"Ohmygosh!" one had gasped, dragging her perfectly manicured fingernails through it. "With a little bit-" her finger snagged on a knot "-okay, a lot of work, your hair could be totally amaze!"

"It would look amaze in a french plait," one of the others had agreed.

That word was ringing in my head. They seemed to use it in almost every sentence. Amaze, amaze, !

Don't get me wrong, they were all really nice girls. They were just a bit.. overthusiactic. And girly. Definitely girly.

I had found out that their names were Alex, Sophie and Zoe. Alex was probably the least girly out of the three. For instance, she didn't think it was completely scandelous to wear jeans, as long as they were skinny and it was a weekend. I think I'm in for it, as I usually wear jeans daily.

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Max POV:

Dinner was, surprisingly, okay. It wasn't all soggy lettuce and stale bread, though some of the bread was a bit dodgey. Their steak pie even even better than my mum's, and she's makes a beast steak pie.

I saw with Nudge, Iggy and his friends. They were all talking excitedly about what had happened so far and what could happen. I think Iggy and Sam were plotting to plant a stink bomb in the boy's toilet block. Knowing what Iggy could do, this was pretty basic. Well, actually, it was extremely basic. I think this is a tester for something bigger and probably highly destructive. Hmm, I'd have to watch out.

I noticed Iggy seemed a lot more at ease now. But that could just be a facade. He's quite good at them, though he can't hold one for long. When he breaks down, it's always me that picks up the pieces and puts them back together. (A/N: Aw, sibling love!) Iggy has sworn me to secrecy about these episodes, not that I mind. I love my brother, and I'm not embarrased to admit that.

Anyway! Enough with the soppy stuff. Ugh. I tuned back in to what Sam, Ari, Dylan and Iggy were talking about just in time to hear Dylan ask who Iggy was dormed with.

"Er," he said, trying to remember.

"Me," Sam said slowly, faking offense.

"Yes! Sam. I didn't forget you, I was just distracted and-" Iggy mumbled, before Sam cut him off.

"Relax, Ig. I was joking," he laughed.

"Oh." Iggy laughed slightly, the relief showing clearly on his face. Facade? Mm, I wasn't sure, but I didn't think so.

"Well, I'm with Sam, and these other two guys. Raymond and.. Ben, did you say his name was?" Iggy told us, looking to Sam for confirmation of the last bit. He nodded.

"And that's it.. Oh! No, wait. We have this strange guy too. Fang. He's really quiet."

"Oh, yeah. I'd forgetten about him," Sam laughed.

Whoa, I'd copmpletely forgetten about Fang. I wondered where he was now. Looking around the dinner hall, I couldn't him anywhere. Maybe he'd already finished. Oh, well, I'd probably see him at training tomorrow. Good. I mean, not that I desperately wanted to see him, I just wanted to know how he was getting on.. Yeah. I just wanted to see him and-

Oh whatever. I want to see him. He's my friend. Kind of. Is he? I don't know. I'll talk to him tomorrow.

This little internal battle won, I walked out of the hall with Nudge, who had asked if she could come and meet my dorm mates.

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Fang POV:

I'd tried eating something at dinner. In fact, I'd eaten a lot. It was the best food I'd tasted in four years. Well, the only food I'd tasted for four years had been bread and watery soup, occaisonally potatoes if I was lucky. So it was no surprise that the soggy cabbage and undescribably brilliant steak pie had been so great going down.

..They didn't taste so good coming back up. I was currently hunched over a toilet, puking my guts up. Yeah, ew. I know.

The sticky, watery substance was flooding into the toilet bowl with each agonisingly loud wretch. It felt like I'd been doing this for hours, and it was extremely unpleasant.

Finally, my wretches turning into dry heaves, and then ceased altogether. I stood up shakily, flushed the toilet, then slid down the wall of the cubicle, two hands pressed to my sweating forhead. I felt like absolute shit. My stomach was spasaming, my vision kept blurring and a headache was starting to pound away at my skull.

And this is only the first day?

With this hazy thought in mind, I passed out.

Iggy POV:

It was quarter to eleven, and I was sitting on my bed, surrounded by darkness. We had been told that we were expected to be in our rooms by 9:30pm for the youngest kids, who were only about 13, and 10:00pm for the rest of us. Forty five minutes later, and Sam, Raymond and Ben were all totally out of it. Fang, however, was nowhere to be seen.

Sighing, I finally got up. I couldn't sleep with this. I considered Fang a friend now. Opening the dorm door silently, I walked around the corner and up to the office. There was a slightly tired looking woman sitting there in complete uniform, signing some papers. I coughing quietly, and her head shot up.

"You're out of bed," she stated, and looked at me, probably for an explanation.

"My, er, my dorm mate, he's not in the dorm. I haven't seen him since dinner time, and I was wondering where he was."

She nodded. "What is his name?" Crap. Was Fang his real name? It couldn't be. Could it?

"Erm, Fang?" I mumbled.

She stared at me quizzically. "Is that a nickname?"

I felt colour rise to my cheeks. "I- I don't know. That's who he introduced himself as."

She sighed, before turning to sift through some paper behind her. After a moment or two, she stopped, and pulled out a piece of paper with the name Nick Walker printed at the top. Underneath, in messy handwriting, was goes by the name of 'Fang'. Ah. So that was Fang's real identity. Weird, I couldn't quite picture him as 'Nick'.

"Thank you for informing us," she told me. "What is your name?"

"Iggy- Er, James." I quickly corrected, and she gave me a strange look.

"Sorry. Iggy's my, er, nickname." I laughed shakily. And she tutted, saying something about kids these days and weird names, but smiled slightly. I immediately felt more at ease.

"And what's your last name, James?" she asked.

"Oh, sorry. Griffiths. James Griffiths." I said, and she nodded, jotting it down.

"Okay. If you just go back to your dorm, we'll find out where your friend went. Don't worry, he's probably just lost. It's a big place" she smiled. I thanked her and turned to go back to the dorms. Hopefully Fang would turn up.

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A/N: So! Fang is 'missing'! Hehe. (This is NOT a Figgy story, Fang and Iggy are just friends.)

Max: YOU PROMISED THAT FANG AND I WOULD HAVE A CONVERSATION!

Me: Er, well, I kinda forgot about that.

Max: You what?

Me: I er, I'm just waiting for the right moment! Shush or I will make you hate Fang!

Max: *quietly seething*

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~ LightningEagle ~