I was Maximum Ride. I was a mean 16 year old bird girl with wings. I was a fighter. So why was this so messed up?

I don't know why I ever let them get to me. Why did I ever say yes to this?

My white dress swirls around me. The beads at the top are slightly too girly for my taste, but whatever. Nudge was standing over in the sidelines of the small room. Nudge looked beautiful. She had a lime green dress that went to her knee and white heels. She looked more like a Monique than a Nudge.

Angel walked in, wearing the same outfit. Her blond curls framed her face perfectly, letting her blue eyes shine in glory. We'd started to get along better lately.

My reflection looks back at me in the full length mirror. How could this girl be me? I wasn't beautiful and perfect; my hair was never pulled into a graceful updo with a veil covering my face.

But it was me. And I had really had no choice in the matter.

That dun, dun, dundun. Dun, dun, dundun. It's not easy to right that rhythm. The wedding march.

Angel and Nudge walked out, down the aisle.

When it was my turn, I walked slowly to the beat, by myself. I looked up from the red carpet of the church to stare into two sightless blue eyes. I was going to marry Iggy.

After Fang left, there was nothing. The only one who tried to comfort me was Iggy. Dylan was with Nudge. After a while, Iggy developed stronger feeling for me, but I never felt like more then a sister to him. He didn't know. After half a year of consoling me, he proposed. I couldn't say no. It didn't seem right.

So now, here I was. Full of regret. Angel's blue eyes widened as she read my thoughts.

Finally, I reached Iggy Griffeths. I placed my hand in his, and he smiled. I just gave myself to him.

The priest yammered on, but I didn't pay attention. But I heard the, "Does anyone wish these two not wed?"

3 voices responded. Angel said "There's me."

I whispered softly, "I can't do this."

The third voice was painful to hear. Maybe I was imagining the loud and strong, "You can't let her do this." Maybe I was crazy when I turned to see the tall dark figure with his black hair draped over eyes that I knew were dark and gorgeous.

I pulled up my veil. He was still there.

"Fang." Both Iggy and I said it at once. I whispered it, caressing the word I hadn't spoken since he left. Iggy said it as a growl.

I let go of Iggy's hands. I sprinted to Fang, and embraced him in a warm hug. We kissed like I'd imagined. I brought him up to the altar. I stood him there and put my hands in his. He knew what I meant.

"You might have to start over." I told the preacher. I smiled at Fang, and he smiled back.

I did get married that day, but the second time was so much more right. Angel was smiling too. Because she heard the absolute joy in us both.