This is my first fan-fic, so please don't hate me if it sucks J They probably seem a little out of character, because after all, I am not James Patterson, and I do not own Maximum Ride. Anyways, thanks for reading, hope you like it! RnR!
Chapter 1
Max pov
The earsplitting shatter of plastic crashing against the dim-lit wall of my small bed room only began to express the anger and frustration I felt. I had thrown Fang's clumsy,
old laptop as hard as I could in front of me. He had left me for my safety? Pfft!
I grunted loudly and wiped the thin layer of hot sweat that had gathered on my brow. I led my slender fingers uneasily through the snarls of my tangled, blonde hair, tugging at the ends.
Clumsily, I reached for a beige pillow that was crumpled at the edge of my small, uncomfortable bed. I hastily shoved the fluffy mass into my face and prepared to scream. "M-m-m-Max?" Nudge. I pushed the smothering pillow just enough to see the edge of Nudge's pleading face out of my left eye.
"Come in sweetie," I croaked, my voice still raspy from crying. Silently, pressed the old, wooden door open. She looked depressed, but, still, it could've been pity for me. And, even in gloomy times, she still looked like fifty times better than me. Her hair was beautiful, like some caramel espresso you'd find at Starbucks. Come to think of it, I'm really hungry…
Distractedly, I set the pillow down on the floor, trying to hide the tangled heap of plastic and wires that was once Fang's laptop with it. Nudge tried to speak, but, nothing came out. That's a first. Then, she started balling. "Oh Nudge," I sighed, trying to console her, I plopped onto the bed and held out my arms to her. Still sobbing, she came and sat next to me.
"Max?" She asked in the most heart wrenchingly tragic voice I had ever heard.
"Yeah, sweetie?" I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and tugged her closer. Lovingly, I patted her back.
"You're going to make this all better, right? I mean," She fidgeted nervously with her chocolate colored fingers. "You've been in here for a few days and, well, everyone's in really bad shape. We've all been crying, besides Dylan and Total, and, I just…we just…" Nudge couldn't even choke out a paragraph, only a reassurance of what I knew I had to do.
Spontaneously, I grabbed her hand and sprinted for the door. She seemed confused at first, but, followed me despite that. After being in that dark room for, I don't know, three days, the sun light was blinding. Now, I know why Iggy complains so much.
After my vision went back to normal, I noticed my socks were helping me slide across the shiny, wood flooring. And, you know, I might've been squealing, "Weeeee!" That is, if my life wasn't such a living Hell right now. Oh well. I don't squeal anyways. I continued sliding uncontrollably until we reached our living room, screeching to a halt.
And, there was my flock.
