Maximum Ride. I make some serious fun of the books in here, so if it offends, don't keep reading, please.
Yes, this is a town I know too much about. No names. If you know the set up, don't tell people where it is. My friends hate publicity and many will kill me in my sleep if they see how I picture them.
Thanks so much for taking your time to read, so here's what you're waiting for…
If you ever hear someone say anything is better than flying, they're lying. Plain and simple.
Stretching a fifteen-foot wingspan, feeling that warm updraft, being carried above the birds and planes and clouds; that's the best thing in the world.
"Maaaaax," a whine whips into my ears from somewhere to my right.
Yup. That's me. Maximum Ride: Fighter, flighter, and leader of the flock.
"I'm starved," Gazzy continues. "Can we go to Wendy's?"
"I like their shakes," Angel pipes from somewhere below me. I can see her white wings shining like white fire.
Those two are the only ones related to each other. Brother and sister, they're both blond, blue-eyed, and fair skinned. The only difference is that Angel is(most of the time…) my little angel, and Gazzy… he's my fireworks guy. Think about it.
"I just want a salad." Nudge is floating beside Angel, easily keeping up with her longer wing span. She's been unusually insistent on her new bird girl diet of 8,000 calories a day. With her new dream to be a super model she has been trimming back quite a bit.
Not like she's not skinny. We all are. Hollow bones, constantly burning calories… she must want to be anorexic or somethi – what? Oh, 8,000 calories? Yeah, that's small for us. We usually eat around 13,000 and we still stay skinny. Jealous much?
"That little girl with the red hair creeps me out," mutters Iggy, our blind red head himself. He glided above me, staying close to Gazzy. They were like a team. They both loved explosives.
We had gotten a bribe to get him new eyes from an evil scientist bent on super human healing, but that had slipped my mind somewhere in Fang.
I sigh. "All right, kids. Lets land and see if we can find a burger joint." Angling my wings for a descent, I dropped like a bullet, the others in tow, towards the large town below.
As soon as Lowes came into view I counted to five then as soon as we'd taken cover behind a storage truck, we jerked out our wings and came to a graceful landing. Accept Gazzy, who pin wheeled into the side of the truck.
We flinched. Ow. We'd all done that at least a couple dozen times.