Hello people who live on earth! And if you don't live on earth, then read anyway. I just wanted to say how I lost interest in this story but my interest has been restored. Don't ask how cause I don't know. Anyway, I've missed y'all and if you guys have any ideas or suggestions please message me or comment. Okay so I don't own Maximum Ride.

Read on.

********Max POV*******

After Angel, Nudge and I got out of Mr. Dalton's class we headed to our different classes. Nudge went to her fashion class while Angel and I went to my class, music history.

As we were on our way to the music building, Angel got a call. She answered with a cheery, " this is Angel," but almost instantly her face turned solemn and worried. She looked at me while still listening to the other person talking.

She ended the conversation with a " I'll be there as soon as I can." She then turned to me and before she could start apologizing for having to leave I interrupted her.

"Obviously you are needed somewhere else so before you start apologizing for leaving me, just go cause someone else needs you."

She looked at me appreciatively before hugging me and turning around running towards another building while yelling, "Thanks so much Max! I'll see you as soon as I'm done helping..."

At the end of her sentence, her voice faded as she got farther and farther away. I turned to face the music building which was right in front of me. All of the school buildings looked the same. Big, four-story buildings all built with variant shades of red and brown brick. The insides all similar with light creamy paint covering the hallways filled with classrooms. All the rooms were filled with either individual desks or desks made for two people.

I entered the music history room being taught by a Mrs. Ellen Woods. Again the room was filled with about twenty-five individual desks all evenly spaced in neat rows, facing a podium at the front of the room. As I looked around there weren't too many people in the classroom, just old friends catching up about their summers. There was little decoration in the room, other then a few cabinets and a couple of history posters there was nothing else around the room.

I decided on a seat in the second row from the front of the room, so I could focus on the class. I began to take out a folder that I was saving all my class syllabuses in and a pen to take notes on class expectations. I wasn't a nerd but I wanted to do well at this school.

Just as I found my pen and took it out of my bag, a shadow covered my desk making my defense senses come alive. I immediately looked up and when I saw the pure black hair, I knew who it was.

Fang was looking down at me with a slight smile on his face. He sat in the desk next to me, then decided to start some conversation.

"Hey."

Wow, great conversationalist we have here.

"Hey Fang." I said with a smile. He smiled back. Well if you called it a smile. It would have looked like a smirk if I didn't see his eyes, they showed his real feelings.

" Where's Angel?" I guess he finally noticed the absence of my school guide. I explained to him that she had gotten a call from someone and had to leave to help them. He nodded in response.

"How did it go the other day at the orientation talent show?" he asked, truthfully interested. It as then I realized that he hadn't seen me sing the other day because he had been trying to get away from Lissa.

Trying not to sound arrogant and full of myself, I just said, "It was fun," with a smile. He smiled again and said, "From what I heard you were amazing out there. Too bad I missed it."

Just after he finished talking to me, the teacher strolled in. She looked nice. About mid-forties with a curvy body, nicely dressed in a casual suit. Her hair, although starting to gray with age, was a beautiful deep, dark brown. Her eyes, in contrast to her hair, was the shade of warm honey. They sparkled with child-like enthusiasm and the wrinkles around her eyes told that she smiled a lot.

As she stood at the podium, she observed us all. She smiled as she finished sizing us all up and spoke in a calm, soothing voice. "Hello. My name is Mrs. Woods. This year we will be learning about the history of music. From the first instruments ever invented to today's modern music and technology."

Everyone looked very interested in the class. And who could blame them, this teacher made it sound so fascinating.

"Don't start thinking that this class will be an easy A." her face got a look of determination mixed with a slight pride. "This class takes effort, dedication, and time that I can not give to you. To succeed in this class you do not only need to prove to me that you learned the material, but you also need to demonstrate to me that you learned from the material and have gained new aspects on life."

She ended her short speech with a look that said that she too has learned a lot in her years.

The rest of the class she went over materials that we would need and the basic run through of what the year held in store for us.

I was grateful for the bell that signified the end of the class. I turned to Fang who, like me, looked overwhelmed at the expectations of this class.

With a tired sigh I asked him what class we had next. He looked at his schedule and smiled.

"Lunch."

*******end of chapter*******

Fang walks out of room and sees me standing in the hallway.

Fang: No. Not you again.

Me: Yeah, I'm back.

Okay people so I hope you have enjoyed the latest chapter of JLA. I know it wa short but next time I promise it will be longer. Please review on it and tell me how you're feeling. I also work as a part time therapist (not legally licensed but still very good) so feel free to come to me with problems on life. Or not. I don't care.

Have fun and don't take candy from strangers.

Bye.