Winged Mistakes Chapter 2

MaximumRideFanAddict: Long time, no update, huh? No offense, but this story isn't really going to be updated much. It's more over an 'update when you have a cool idea' story… I usually only update when I have an idea, and when I don't, well, it's just flops from there. There are a ton of chapters that I tried to update on an empty inspiration tank that just flop… So, how's life?

Anna Ride: Life's good. Except I have school. Which sucks. I had to bring Fang with me the other day, and he kept trying to sneak into the girls' locker room. *Glares at Fang.*

Fang: They were playing 'Dynamite'! How can you resist that?

Anna: Whatever. MRFA, care to add more?

MRFA: Um. Just read the story, and Fang, remember, actions speak louder than words. Meaning, you are probably the school's pervert at the moment. Then again, knowing some girls, they might let it slide, shame really.

Previously: "Mom?"

"What?" Ella asked me. I tried not to let the surprise show on my face that I'd voiced my thoughts. But, on the inside, I was all, 'GAH! She looks EXACTLY like MOM!' and totally freaking out.

"Nothing! Never mind. You just reminded me of someone who looked like you…" My voice trailed off, hoping that she didn't catch that I said 'mom'. It might be slightly offending if you look like someone's mom.

"You mean, Ella looks like your mom?" J.J. asked. It would've been a statement, but the way her voice rose in the end made it a question. Thankfully, the bell rang, making sure I wouldn't have to answer her. Talk about saved by the bell…

"Okay, bye Max! Sit with us at lunch!" Nudge yelled, slinging her bag over her shoulder and running inside, followed by hoards of other people. That had to be the shortest thing she has ever said to me.

I slung my own bag over my shoulder and calmly walked inside. Homeroom, homeroom, where are you? After what seemed like fifteen minutes of searching, I finally found it. Opening the door slowly, I saw a balding man with an overflowing classroom of kids.

"Miss Ride, is it? You are late. This is high school, not some old elementary school. I'm sorry to say I'll have to send you to the office." Geez, for a guy who looks like my non-existent stereotypical grandfather, he sure didn't look sorry.

I just turned around and went back to the entrance was, noting the office to the left. I walked in, and sat down on a chair. New office, new people to learn the names of. Back in the middle school, I was familiar with everyone's life at the office.

Soon, some prissy old lady walks out of the room marked 'Principal'. It was the stereotype version of a female principal, hair up in a bun, a professional suit, wrinkly skin, and a disgusted look on her face, like the existence of kids just disgusted her. Or maybe, it was just my existence that displeased her.

"Miss Ride, care to join me in a cup of tea?" She asks. Huh. Not the question you would expect to come out of her mouth.

"Do you think we'll fit?" I ask, being my witty self. She calmly dusts her hands off on her skirt and beckons me into her office.

As soon as we were seated, she began talking. "Miss Ride, I have heard about your behavior from the other staff and I am simply saying that it will not be tolerated here. This may be a public school, yet we have a reputation to uphold. If students become delinquents like you, our reputation goes down the drain as a school. Now, what I have to say is simply, behave. It hasn't been twenty minutes into the day, yet you have already gotten into trouble."

"Uh… It's' you've'." I stated, not exactly knowing what she wanted me to say. It probably had something to do along the lines of 'Yes ma'am, I'll behave myself'. Yeah, like that's going to happen.

"Maximum, tell me, how has the shame not gotten to the core of your very soul? How would you get into a decent college with this behavior, never mind pass high school?" She continued, as if I hadn't even spoken.

"I hide my shame under my stoic visage." I say, simply to upset her.

The principal looks like she would like to put her fist through my stoic visage. Finally, she just settled with shoo-ing me out of the office, giving me my schedule. Being cocky, I turned on my heel, and stuck my head back in her room.

"Hey, what should I call you by? You know, seeing as how I'll be here over half the time in high school." I told her.

"You didn't see the plaque, Miss Ride? It's Miss Chapdelane." She responded. Ms. Chapdelane? Huh. Guess she doesn't want to reveal her marital status.

"'Kay! Bye, Miss C!" I yelled, running through the door, heading straight for first period. Only first period, and I already can't wait for lunch.

"It was an accident! How could I know that my knee would jerk up and knee him? Honestly! I mean, it was-" Miss C glared at me and I hid a smirk, trying to look upset with this matter. But, really, I don't do accidental. NOBODY wolf whistles at Maximum Ride, and nobody WILL ever wolf whistle at Maximum Ride.

Sadly, that meant more of the warden-I mean principal. I might as well get used to this chair. Do you think they'd give me a plaque with my name on it to put there? I mused, zoning out. It would say 'Miss Maximum Ride, Trouble Student and Delinquent. Also firm believer in her awesomeness.

"-if you continue these infractions at this alarming rate, than you will be sent to weekend detention-" I spaced back in, sitting up straight, indignant.

"Hold up. Weekend detention? Oh, heck no, Miss C. I'm not coming here more than required. Heck, I wouldn't come at all if it wasn't against the law or whatever." I waved my hands around in a vague manner. "What should be illegal is you putting kids in a locked high school on a Saturday." I emphasized, waving my hands around more.

"Well, now that I have your utmost attention, I will repeat your punishment. You have to pick the gum off of the bottom of the stadium seats." I glanced outside at the football field.

"But it's raining." I replied, an eyebrow raised, turning back to her.

"Yes, it is. You'd better bring a raincoat." I opened my mouth to protest, but the door swung open to reveal a dark figure…leaning on a wall.

"Nick, good, you're on time. Why don't you and Maximum get started?"

"Are you related to Humpty Dumpty in some way? Since, every time I see you, you're practically sitting on a wall. When's your great fall?" I asked him, actually sort of curious. He looked agitated at my comment, and I couldn't wait to torture him even more…

MaximumRideFanAddict: Yup! That's it! Anything to say, Anna?

Anna: Pizza is yummy, and you forgot the disclaimer.

MRFA: Oops. IDONOTOWNMAXIMUMRIDE! Is anyone going to sue me? *Leaves to go look around for a lawyer, in case the unthinkable happened*