Hey Guys! So this is my second story. I just finished my first one, and I thought it went pretty well. I have had this idea in my head for a long time so I want to try it out and see how it goes.

So this story is basically a timeline of the members of the flock's lives after Nevermore. You're a great author JP, but you kind of left us hanging. I know I want to know things that happened to the flock after Nevermore like, were they ever able to have children? Who did they all marry, or did they even get married? The thing that I want to know most is; How old were they when they died, and how did they die? I am really curious to know if they are like erasers, and die at a young age, or are like humans, and die at a older age. Since there are going to be no more Maximum Ride books, I decided to come up with my own ending to what happened to the flock. I hope you enjoy it!

(P.S. Every chapter will be about a different Maximum Ride character.)

(P.S.S. Please tell me in the reviews if you want me to do just the main characters, or other characters like Jeb, and Dr. Martinez.)

2020

Angel's POV-

"Get up." Nudge said shaking me awake roughly. "Come on you got school." Yes, yes you read right. I Angel go to school now. I am now sixteen years old, and live in an apartment in New York with Nudge and Gazzy. I pull myself out of bed. My sheets end up coming with me. I stand up, and run my hands through my blond hair.

"Angel, now!" Nudge shouts from the kitchen. I groan, then throw my blankets back onto my bed. I walk into the hallway, and into the bathroom. I look at myself in the mirror.

"Eww." I say to myself, then jump in the shower. I get out, and towel dry my hair long, curly hair. I run a brush through it, then put it up in a sloppy pony tail. I walk back into my room, and pull on a pair of shorts, and a sweatshirt. I look at myself in the mirror. Note to self: Move mirror up higher. I am still growing at sixteen. I am already 5,10, I hope I don't get much taller. I walk into the kitchen where Nudge has made breakfast. Again you read right, but I am not going to go into that. Nudge has made pancakes, bacon, and freshly made orange juice. I pop a piece of bread in the toaster, butter it, and am out the door in thirty seconds.

2029

I am 25 now, and am driving my crappy car through the white Minnesota weather. I moved here when I was 21, just to get away from all the lights, and noise of New York. I haven't seen any sign of the school in seven years. When I was 18, I saw erasers outside the window of my high school. I fell to the floor, and hid under my desk. Sure the teacher was screaming for me to come out, and my class mates were cracking up the whole time, but I didn't come out for half an hour till I was sure they were gone. My car slides around the icy back roads. I straighten it out, but with my luck hit a pot whole, and blow a tire. I pull over to the side of the road, and jump out of my car. I kick it with all my might, then jump into the air opening my still mostly white wings. They are getting gray at the tips. This is worrying me. I am wondering if I am about to expire. I am a little shaky at first. I have not flown in years. I haven't needed to. I almost became a normal human. I eventually get the hang of it, and soar through the freezing air as little white flakes land in my hair. I eventually see my destination, and do a crappy landing. I hit the ground hard, and roll through the snow. I stand up and brush myself off a little bit. I pull my scarf up farther, then walk in to my crappy job at Mcdonalds.

2035

"Don't forget the boxes in the bedroom!" I called to the movers loading my stuff into the giant moving van. I am moving away from Minnesota, and to Kansas. I am moving into my finance's apartment. We met when he was on vacation visiting his parents. He came into Mcdonalds, and ordered a Mcdouble, a large pop, and my number. It was really cheesy, but I caved in. What can I say, He was really cute. Because of his cuteness, I had my suspicions about being an eraser, but that was three years ago, and so far I haven't spotted a muzzle or claws. He proposed when I was in Kansas visiting him. It was very predictable. He told me to dress very nice, and when the wine came, there was a ring in the bottom of the glass. It took me three days to decide, but I finally said yes. He was fine with the answer taking so long. He knows about my wings, and all the struggles that the flock, and I went through. The wedding is in two months. I don't want a huge wedding, so we are just having a tiny wedding in the woods, miles away from any human contact. The only people I invited were Nudge, Gazzy, and possibly Iggy. I am not one hundred percent sure yet. My finance, William invited his parents, his sister, and two cousins. Nudge is taking me shopping in two weeks to pick out a wedding dress. William pokes his head through the front door.

"Honey, are you ready?" I look around my tiny town house one more time.

"Yeah, lets go."

2045

"Andrew, no!" My seven year old Andrew just picked up the little, green table lamp, and threw it across the living room in attempts to hit his five year old brother Timothy. I sigh and sink down into brown leather couch.

"I pull myself up, then run over to Andrew, grabbing his arm before he has time to throw the picture frame of Andrew, and Timothy as toddlers. He screams as I pull him over to the time out corner in our messy kitchen. I plop him down in the chair, and set the timer to 10:00.

"But, Mommy!" Andrew cries. I ignore him, and let him tire himself out as I walk back into the living room where Timothy stands and tries to look innocent.

"Don't think your off the hook either young man." I tell him as I walk up the stairs to the baby's nursery. I open the door quietly, and walk over to my youngest son's crib. I lean over the railing, to look at my baby, Lucas. He is sucking his thumb, and when he sees he smiles. I make baby noises at him, and lean in to pick him up. I hear the front door open, and the kids running to the door. I hear laughter. I walk down the stairs to see Andrew and Timothy both hanging on one of Williams legs. He looks at me and smiles, then says;

"So how was your day?"

2060

"Ok, Timothy it's your turn." I say. We are all gathered in the living room of William's parent's house. It is Christmas of 2060. I can not believe I am 57 years old. When I was a child, I expected to live only to about 20. But here I am 57 and counting. My wings are now all dark gray. Almost black. I am still worried, but I have had a good life, and if I was to die right now, I would die happy. Timothy, now twenty, opens his present from William and I. He pulls out a bright yellow sweatshirt, with Brown University written across it. He is in his sophomore year at Brown.

"Wow, thanks guys." he says folding it back up, and placing it in the box. I smile to myself, then say;

"Andrew open ours." William's Mother passes him a neatly wrapped box, and he opens it. He pulls out a jumble of yarn. He has a confused look on his face.

"Uh. . What is it?" He looks at me. I crack up laughing.

"I tried to make a sweater!" I almost fall of the couch. Now everyone is laughing. We finally calm down, and I wipe tears of laughter from my eyes. I am so proud of Andrew. For being the wild child that he was, he has earned straight A's, gotten into one of the best schools in the country, and now he is studying medicine at Harvard University.

"My turn!" Luke shouts already opening the giant box that has been under the tree, and tempting him since Thanksgiving. He opens it up. "Ohh my god!" He pulls the seven hundred dollar laptop that William and I bought him. "Thank you guys soo much!" He stands up to give me a hug. My life could not be better.

2075

"Hey Mom, how are you doing?" Luke asks as he comes into my hospital room. He bends down, and kisses my forehead. I want to hug him, but I am so weak. I am 71 years old. Four months ago, I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. My wings have turned one hundred percent black. They are identical to how I remember Fang's wings. There is almost no chance of surviving. It is kind of sad. With all the life threatening things that have happened to me, it seems wrong for me to go out because of cancer. William is sleeping in the chair next to my bed. He doesn't leave the hospital unless I do too. Which is never. I haven't been outside in four months. I have actually almost gotten used to the smell of all the chemicals. Dr. Anderson comes into my room.

"Hi Angel, are you feeling any different?" I have started using my real name when ever I go anywhere that needs my name. I have kind of let my guard down in the past years. I haven't seen anyone from the school since high school. Dr. Anderson takes my blood pressure, and checks my IV. She takes my blood, then asks me; "Do you feel any different at all?" I nod my head.

"I have a lot more pain in my stomach. I also have a killer head ache." She takes another sample of blood.

"Okay, I will take these to the lab, and have them checked." She leaves the room, and I close my eyes to take a nap, but before I am fully asleep, I hear my heart monitor, become one long song. I hear footsteps rushing into my room. I am able to open my eyes one last time, and see William and Luke through the crowd of doctors and nurses. Suddenly everything goes black, then white.

Ok so that is the first chapter! If you want me to post another chapter, I want to have at least two more reviews. The next chapter will be a time line of Gazzy's life. Please tell me what you think!