I had the urge to write one of those post-flock break-up drama filled "What in the world of wings?!?" type of stories. Ha-ha :) So I'm going to try something new. Please review, and put on alert! Don't just read it! I need encouragement! Lol Anyways, on with the story.
Chasing Ride-Chapter 1: Remembering
"Excuse me miss, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave the store if you are not going to buy anything." A middle aged, short and stocky man was staring right at me. He had a lazy eye, and a poorly cut hair due. Thick wisps of brown hair were sticking up in embarrassing disarray on top of his balding head. His pale, dull blue eyes showed traces of annoyance, and I realized he really didn't want to be here at the moment. He scratched his head and coughed rudely.
"Sorry, I was just deciding which one would be more convient for me," I answered slowly, leaning on the metal cart nervously. He glared at me through a frustrated.
"Well we do have other customers, who happen too be waiting patiently, and who I assume have made up their mind on what they need." I looked behind him shortly, acknowledging only two other "patient costumers". What a jerk.
I sneered at him and shoved a pack of Cinnamon 5 gum onto the checkout area. He shook his head and walked away when I was done ringing up.
"That will be $1.19," the short brown haired boy sniffed, scratching his nose disapprovingly. I blushed embarrassed as I fished around my torn jean pocket for some cents. By the time I had counted out the exact change, I had exact two nickels and three pennies left, putting them back in my pocket carefully. He seemed bored and impatient as I handed over the money eyes cast downwards. He handed me my receipt, and I quickly walked away, avoiding all eyes on me. I can't believe I did that, I thought to myself. I had come in there hoping for miracle. Maybe I'd find a few bucks near the checkout aisles, or maybe in the restroom. I had to much pride though, and when that man showed up, I couldn't tell him I was a homeless loser with a couple cents in her pockets, looking for a pity case.
I was the strong type, I never give up. Or at least I used to be like that, not since…it hurt just thinking about it. I had sacrificed myself for the ones I loved. No one would ever want a loser like me back in their life's, besides, my family would be fine without me, always will be. I could never ruin their happiness by breaking into their lives now.
I looked down to the receipt hoping I could return the gum when that man was off shift. I was starving, and I knew I needed the money to get a 99 cent hamburger or something. I practically lived off them. In black pen there was a short sloppy note:
Hey
babe
maybe I could take you out sometime? I'll pay.
;]
932-798-0986
Call me.
Pig! I thought angrily. How could anyone like me after that basket case scene? No one had the right to call me Babe either! I crumpled up the piece of paper tossing it in the nearest dumpster, as I waltzed down Ellis Street. Ellis Street, I've practically lived there since I was sixteen.
I pushed my hands into my pocket, trying to keep warm in the cold winter air. I imagined I probably looked like a mess. Long tangled dirty blonde hair, probably dark brown from the dirt, whipping around my sweat covered face in every direction. I had on a dark blue sweater, and long denim jeans, my old black converse were literally slipping off my feet, and I hadn't even seen a shower in who knows how long.
I scuffled down the side walk trying to hide my face. I was always watching, always paranoid. There was one thing I was good at, fighting. I trained myself every morning, and I actually had a friend who taught at a local karate dojo, he trained me for free. When you grow up like I did, you really never forget.
See, I'm not your average twenty-two year old homeless wreck, no, I have wings. I grew up in a lab being experimented on like a caged animal, and that's exactly what they treated me like. Except for my father, Jeb. He helped me and my family escape. My family, I grew heavy with depression just thinking about them. Where could they be? What are they like? Are they still…living? There was Fang, my silent angel, he and iggy were my same age. Iggy was blind but he could make bombs like a professional technician. Then there was Gazzy, my little trooper, he must be so grown-up now, I could almost picture him perfectly in my mind. Nudge, the flock's motor mouth, she was so beautiful. Last but not least, angel. My baby. Not literally, but the closet to one for me.
I trudged on through the street, a single tear running along my cheek. That's when I sensed them. Erasers. Just the name brought chills to me. I took off running, as fast as possible. That's when I felt a sharp prick in my neck, and I fell to the ground as darkness surrounded me. The last thing on my mind was my flock, I promised myself if I ever woke up, I would find them. So help me, I would.
I hope you liked it, and just so you know it was max's POV, hopefully I didn't confuse anyone? Review! :)
