so the final vote for a sequel was 36-1 that means y'all get a sequel :-) here are the links i was talking about:

username: goingcrazy (it's in my blog there)

.net/secure/story/story_?storyid=4825516&chapter=1 if you can't see it here, or this site doesn't work, just go to my stories and click the one that's not this one :-) enjoy y'all :-)

“Max!!” Nudge whined. “Help me! I can't get my leg high enough!” I turned, grinding my teeth to keep from snapping at her tone. We were practicing our kicks, me and Nudge. We had been at it for hours. Why were we practicing very advanced martial arts on the beach of an isolated Greek island? Well if you DON'T know, then why in the world are you reading this book first? Go read the first five books and then we'll talk.

“Have you been stretching your muscles everyday?” I asked. Nudge presented me with a sheepish face. Aha.

“Honey you'll never be able to get your leg high enough for a good roundhouse if you don't get your leg muscles used to that sort of stretch.” She nodded, looking disappointed.

“Max!!” I sighed and turned to see who needed my attention now. It had been like this the ENTIRE time we'd been on the island. EVERYONE needed me for some reason or another. This time it was Jeb. What did he want?

“I guess we're done for today. I don't want you to hurt yourself because you didn't prepare. Go help Iggy and Ella find some firewood.”

“Um... Can I just go gather some food instead?”

“Whatever. Just do something useful that does NOT involve gossiping about me and Fang, understood?” She giggled, nodded, and took off, flying for another part of the island. How is she flying? GO READ THE FIRST FIVE DARN BOOKS ALREADY!!!

“What is it, Jeb?” I said, moving to look at him as he approached.

“Iggy's having some trouble with his sight again. You're the best at calming him down,” Jeb answered.

“I thought he was collecting firewood with Ella?”

“He was, but then Ella brought him back because he wouldn't open his eyes.”

“Okay, I'm coming.” Jeb nodded and took off at a jog, forcing me to speed up to keep up with him. Iggy had been having a hard time adjusting to being able to see again. The poor guy. He was just so used to being blind that the idea of sight was almost foreign to him and just as terrifying. Sometimes, he would, I guess you could call it, 'have a sight overload' and start panicking. So far, I'd been the only one able to calm him down, though having Ella around seemed to help. It worried me and also REALLY made me ticked off at the whitecoats who had done this to him. Who are the whitecoats? Do I really have to say it again?

“Max, Max,” Ella gasped when I followed Jeb into Iggy's hut, “I don't know what caused it. He just started moaning and wouldn't open his eyes.” Ella looked close to tears and I sent her a reassuring smile before walking to Iggy who was curled up in the corner like one of those crazy people at the insane asylum.

“Iggy? Iggy, honey. It's me, Max. I'm here.” Iggy reached out for me with unerring precision and I cradled him in my lap, something that a calm Iggy would never allow. I cooed and muttered nonsense things, rocking slightly.

“Max,” he sobbed. “It's jus-just too much! Everything's green and bright and colorful. It's too much.”

“I know, Ig. I know. Just take it easy all right?” He nodded and set his face against my neck. I looked helplessly around the room. I was GREAT at taking care of the little ones when they cried, but a crying Iggy? That was almost unheard of, until recently. He had told me on the plane flight to Athens that he missed his blindness. I just hoped that wouldn't last too long.

Fang appeared in the doorway of the hut, watching with serious, sorrowful eyes. I shared his look as I stroked Iggy's hair. His strawberry blond roots were starting to show. Soon the rest of the flock showed up, all watching nervously as I comforted Iggy. Apparently training had stopped when both teachers disappeared. Eventually Iggy calmed down enough for me to tie a blindfold around his head and lay him down to sleep, exhausted from adrenaline and fear. The flock returned to their previous activities with heavy hearts.

“Max,” Jeb said, nodding to indicate that I should follow him. We walked to his hut and Jeb sat down at his makeshift desk. It had taken FOREVER to build anything usable, but he had insisted on having a desk. I mean, it's not like he can have a computer out here. Anything that he did bring would have to be charged and there's obviously no electricity.

“Iggy is getting better,” he stated, sorting through some papers. I felt angry Max appear, rearing up in me.

“Better? You call that better?” I yelled, gesturing towards the door. “He was BAWLING Jeb. That's not better.” I started pacing.

“It is better, because he cried for a shorter period of time and his reaction was better even compared to the last time he had a panic attack,” Jeb stated. I glared.

“Look, Max,” he said, pausing. “This is NATURAL. When blind people are operated on, and have their sight returned to them, it takes them a while to adjust.. Panic attacks are natural and getting used to the idea takes time. Just be patient.”

“I'll be patient, Jeb. I have to be. But I don't think the others can stand to watch Iggy like that again. That isn't LIKE him and they know it. Iggy isn't the only one getting hurt. They're smart kids, Jeb. They know SOMETHING'S wrong, you know?” He sighed, nodded and crossed his fingers, elbows on the desk.

“I know, sweetheart, but there's nothing we can do about that. It's a small island. Just be patient and we'll do our best, okay?”

“Ya, ya. And don't call me that. I'm still mad at you.” Jeb chuckled as I stalked out of the hut, huffing with anger and annoyance. I was starting to forgive him for all the stuff he'd put me and the flock through, but that didn't mean I'd put up with his father act.

“Max!!” I ground my teeth and went to help Total with whatever it was he needed. Being flock leader was a 24/7 job, but MAN my name was starting to get annoying.