Last night I had less than five hours of sleep, and I haven't eaten anything in around nineteen hours. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Hi, I'm Max... Vera's doing some strange things, and the cat's on vacation, so I get the job of being the disclaimer. Yay. Anyway, Vera doesn't own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does.
I ran after Fang. I was ever so slowly gaining on him. "FANG!" I yelled. "COME BACK!"
He didn't listen. We were running through the Phoenix Convention center, in case you're wondering. I had nearly caught up to Fang when he plunged into the main room of the center. I tackled him, but I wasn't fast enough. Fang was descended upon by dozens and dozens of redheads.
That's what was at the convention center, see: The Redheads of America.
"NOOO!!!" I shouted. The redheads dragged Fang away from me. I tried to fight my way through the crowd, but when someone with bright red hair wants something, they get it. "FANG!" I wailed. "DON'T LEAVE ME!"
Fang waved from his position on the stage, where the redheads had taken him to. "SEE YA MAX!"
I screamed in outrage as I kicked and punched redhead after redhead. They had me in a football tackle, though, so I could barely move.
After a while, I gave up. I sobbed. "Fang, please don't leave meee..."
Through the mass of red hair, I could see Fang making out with one of the redheads. "Kill me now..." I whimpered.
The redheads dragged me outside and deposited me on a street corner. "WAAAH!" I wailed.
The redheads ran off, so they could claim their spot in the Fang make-out line. I curled up in a little ball and fell asleep.
-grins- Someone has to flame me for this.
Max: -tries to strangle me-
Moi: -whacks with herring-
Saint: -appears- I copyrighted that! -disappears-
Moi: -facepalms-
R&R?
Skittles: Dang, I told V I'd try not to do this...but, I must say, this is downright HILARIOUS! And no, I did NOT hack her account! I swear! I'm just posting this for her! Don't take me to prison!! They don't have the internet!!!!