A/N: This was a spur of the moment thing that I thought of while reading the second MR. It's set at the time where the flock is at Anne's house. It's a one-shot about what made Max so crabby the day that they were first attacked by Ari and his gang walking home from school.

Quote that brought it all about:

“ 'I swear, that girl wouldn't be happy anywhere.' the new Max said, sounding disgusted.

' Let's giver her something to be unhappy about, ' Ari said, and hit the gas pedal.”

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own Maximum Ride or anything besides Allan in this story. I only own Allan because I made him up. :P lol. James Patterson owns it all.

We sat in a classroom full of stereotyped students who struggled to stay awake and concentrate on the drone of the teacher's speech. We being me(Max), Fang, and Iggy. I put my head in my hand and blinked to wake myself up. This was stupid. The teacher had the light off and he was showing us a slide show of pictures about something called the Holocaust. It looked a lot like the first ten years of my life actually, except of course no wings or wolf-men. Maybe instead of being the spawn-of-Satan, Jeb could be Hitler. Nah.

I felt someone jab me in the rib cage from behind and I jumped. A folded piece of paper slipped under my arm, onto my desk. I picked it up.

It read:

Hi, I'm Allan.

I frowned. Fang sat behind me so this must be the guy behind him. I wrote back:

Hi, I'm Max.

I gave the paper back to Fang, who read it, frowned, and passed it back to Allan. It didn't take long for Allan to write back and soon Fang jabbed me in the ribs again, causing me to jump slightly. It hurt actually. I unfolded the letter as the teacher turned away from me.

Cool, will you sit with me at lunch? You can bring J.J.

I smiled. A guy was asking ME to sit with him. ME! I mean yeah, I had talked to Fang and Iggy and Gazzy just about every day of my life, but this was a normal guy, and he was talking to me, not looking at me as if I were a zoo exhibit, not running and screaming, but he actually wanted to spend time with me. My heart swelled and I wrote back.

Yeah, and I'll bring J.J.

The letter was passed back and I heard Fang sigh a little too loudly, and poke me in the ribs again. Wait. Allan couldn't have written back that fast. I opened the crumpled, not neatly folded, piece of paper.

Turn off your happy glow, you're gonna blind us all.

-Fang

I rolled my eyes and wrote back.

Jerk

I heard him snicker as he read the letter and then felt him pass Allan's letter back to me.

Sweet. Ya know? Your hair looks like liquid gold in the glow of the projector. lol.

Can we say AWWWWWWWWWW. I mean how sweet is that? Fang never would've said anything like that...but then again, he hardly ever says anything, but you get my drift.

Thanks, you're so sweet.

I knew Fang had read what we wrote as he passed it back because he and Iggy began making gagging noises and he punched me in the shoulder and put his crumpled letter in my jacket pocket.

I'm never gonna let you live that down. “liquid gold in the glow of the projector.” how lame.

I huffed and wrote him back.

Like you could do any better, emo freak.

Fang buried his face in his sleeve to smother his laughter as he read what I wrote to him. Then passed me Allan's letter.

Thanks. So, what's your favorite color?

I'm sure I was red with embarrassment. I hadn't really ever thought of colors all that much, so I didn't really have a favorite. I wrote down the first color that came to mind.

Ummm...black.

Fang passed the letter back as he stuck his letter in the hood of my jacket and threw the hood over my head. I glared at him and retrieved the letter from the floor.

Of course I could do better. I'm better that nerd on my worst day. And I thought you hated the color black...you always complain when I wear black.

Yeah, right, of course he could do better. Nerd? He doesn't even know the guy! Hmm...I do hate the color black...but I only complain when he wears black because I don't like the fact that when he wears black it brings out his eyes and I can't concentrate on anything when he is around. But you didn't hear that from me.

The lights in the classroom flicked on and the teacher announced that we were having a pop quiz over the slide show we had just watched. Oops. I'm gonna fail this one.

Iggy raised his hand. I smirked, he hadn't been able to “watch” anything, though I knew he knew everything that had gone on, because he was super smart, and plus Fang had described all the pictures to him in between passing letters.

“Yes, Jeff?” The teacher asked.

“Um.. I can't really take a quiz over the movie, seeing that I couldn't see the movie.” He responded.

“Well you should have opened your eyes and payed attention, Mr. Walker!” The teacher retorted. I snapped.

“He's blind!” I screeched. I felt Fang's hand on my back, between my wings. I was really defensive about people teasing Iggy, or making fun of him. The teacher looked at me confused, and then regained his composure. He was about to speak when his face went blank. His next sentence was monotone, like a robot.

“Sorry, no quiz. You can leave class early, and go have fun.” That could have only been one person. Angel. She wouldn't have done this if something wasn't up, and so Fang, Iggy, and I, followed by the rest of the class and Allan took the teacher's words to heart and split.

We met Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge out in the hall and walked to the courtyard, Allan was totally forgotten.

“Max?” Angel queried. “Yeah?” I answered.

“You know that Allan guy you were passing notes with?”

“What about him?”

“He's an eraser, or at least he's connected with them somehow.” I blanched visibly and sank to the ground under a tree. I knew it! I knew that it was too good to be true! No one can ever talk to me and be normal, I bet that even J.J and Anne are connected to the school somehow. I let out and 'Ugh' and buried my face in my arms, propped on my knees.