Author's Note: This fanfic was written by me (ShadowBobcat10), and Slimshady2015 ( u/6328637/SlimShady2015). We took turns writing, so the author's note will say who wrote it. The first one's by Shadow.
Just another day. Just another boring day in a long list of boring days in my E-shaped house. The Flock house. Max was out raiding something, she was too far for me to tell, but I needed to remember to pick strawberries tomorrow. I loved strawberry flapjacks.
I sat down on the couch, since nobody else was there, and I saw a movie sitting on the table. I'd already watched all the movies we had millions of times, but this one I'd never seen before. 8 Mile it read on the cover, with Eminem listed as an actor. I put it on.
If Max knew I was watching this stuff, she would go berserk. But she didn't know, so I didn't really worry.
Eminem was not that bad of an actor, and he was a really good rapper. Maybe I could try to be like that... I thought.
Immediately, I got a pencil and a piece of paper and got to work in my room on a rap. It would be about how I felt, living as an escaped lab experiment. Maybe, "Birds of a Feather" would be a good title.
I'm going to be rich, I thought. I was really going to do. If I sell these, Max will be proud, and we can live safe and sound.
I thought about it, wrote a few more songs, and decide to name the album "Mile High Rhapsody," sort of like a link to me being a bird kid and all.
I go into Max's wallet and take 50 bucks, enough for me to buy a mike and start recording. Took me a few days, but soon I had a five song album.
I mailed the album and a letter to Marshal Mathers, hoping he would accept my album. This meant the world to me.
I really hoped I can pay Max back. And I hoped becoming a rapper will be what does that, not stealing from another bank account.
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