Hi guys, Amanda here! Well, I finally decided to write a fanfic! I hope its OK. . . So don't hit me if i'ts crappy.

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Disclaimer: Don't own MR.

Here goes nothing. . .

Chapter One:

Demented Math

Max POV

It's here.

My report card grades for the second quarter.

Cross your fingers for me?

Heck, cross your toes for me, too.

Report Card: Maximum Ride

Honors English- A

AP Science- A

History- A

Spanish- A

French- A

Music- A

I smiled. Strait As! ...So far. Then I came too...

Math- D

Shit.

A D? I got a freaking D? Crap, crap, crap, CRAP! No, I couldn't have gotten a D. There must of been some sort of mistake. I mean, I didn't really give a damn about this stuff last year, but mom practically begged me to get my grades up. So I tried, and as it turns out, it wasn't all that bad.

But then Math came along, strait from my own personal hell.

Let us blame it on the teacher, now, shall we? That dill hole didn't even know math himself! And I'm telling you, he's out to get me.

Dr. Bernstein was my own personal devil, that which emerged form my- formerly mentioned- own personal hell.

Dr. B had a thick who-the-hell-knows-where-he's-from kind of accent. He was old, looked like a prune, and the hotshot made us call him Doctor. He hated every stinking student in his classes except for Lissa and Dylan. Oh, and Fang.

I hated them all.

Here's why:

Dylan - My ex-boyfriend. Our relationship rocked until he cheated on me with the queen of sluts. Guess who? Got it? Yeah, Lisa.

Lisa - Puts the above in my face at every chance she receives.

Fang – Oh, don't even get me started.

Well, you kinda sorta already did so, fine. I'll start. Fang and I... How do I put this nicely? We're basically sworn enemies.

Reasons, you ask? Ooooh, man. Plenty.

He fucking stole my bra. From the girls locker room. During P. E. Nice, eh? I didn't even get it back. And it was my favorite one!

He hacked into my Facebook account. More than once, sending a "Free! Sexy bitch up for grabs!" and some "Will you have sex with me?"s to everyone on my friends list, with a photo of yours truly. But just my head - photo cropped onto another body of a just about naked and really big-boobed women.

Yeah, you should of seen my Inbox.

Anyway, he did a lot of other devious things similar to those, and reminiscing over them just make my blood boil.

One of the last little thing he pulled made me almost attempt first degree murder.

As you know, from my resent and totally picture frame worthy Report Card (ha!), I take music class. And I love it a lot. I even wrote some songs. They probably sucked ass, but still.

Well, guess what bad-ass-Fang did?

He stole my writing notebook. He scanned the papers. SCANNED EVERY SINGLE FREAKING PAPER. My songs. And then uploaded them everywhere. All over the web. For everyone to see.

Of course, me being me, Maximum Ride, I played it cool. Acted like I didn't give a crap. But seriously, I was, like, biting my tongue so hard so that I wouldn't curse out every living thing I made eye contact with.

Okay, now back to the subject at hand. Math and that ass hole of a D. Dr. Barnstien really needed a kick where it counts.

But I'm guessing that would bring me down to like, a Z in his class, so I'll just stick to complaining to him or something.

"Dr. B? Do you have a minute?" I asked all innocent. Hell, yes.

"What is it, Miss Ride?" He asked, sounding annoyed. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, at least let me complain before you PMS on me! God.

"I... a... Have a problem with my grade. Was there any mistake...?" I started. "You gave me a D." I said handing him my Report Card.

He sighed. "No. No mistake, Miss Ride. Except for yours." Um, excuse me? "Next time, do something in class rather than whatever it is you seem to be doing instead." Um.

"Dr. Barnstien, There must be something I can do?" I half begged. Me? Beg? Psh.

"Max-" He started in his thick accent, but I cut him off.

"Please." I begged.

He let out a heavy sigh and opened his drawer, slipping out a piece of paper with some print already on it. He wrote something and then he signed his name, handing me the page.

"Wha-?" I started, but he glare at me. I shut up and read the damn paper.

His name was signed and then it said, Dr. Barnstien has recommended a tutor for Maximum Ride involving Mathematics: Calculus. Tutoring her, will be. . .

Hell no. No. Fucking. Way.

Fang Johnson.

"But Dr.-" I started handing him back the paper, but was cut of by an aggravated huff.

"Miss Ride. If you want to pass my class next trimester, take. The. Slip." He glared. He handed the slip back to me.

Fang Fucking Johnson my ass!

Dr. B read my expression and said angrily, "Do it." and walked away. What the hell!

And the scary part is... He was right.

Fang Fucking Johnson would be my new tutor.

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~A.O.L.~