Hi!

So basically, I`m writing a new story...no shit.

So this takes place post Fang (I`ve read it about seven times...I still cry at the end and when Fangs dying... it`s pretty sad)

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Highlight of the Day: I was riding in the car with my older brother (he just got his license) and we were stopped at an intersection when someone else playing the same music as us pulled up beside us. I always thought that would be awesome. It`s actually really awkward. ;)

Disclaimer: Maximum Ride Belongs to James Patterson... blah blah blah... I don`t own anything.

Fang POV

I woke up on the bathroom floor.

The entire place smelled like shit, but hey, that's what you get when you go to sleep in a subway bathroom.

I moaned as I lifted myself off the floor, brushing off my jacket, and then stared in the mirror. My hair was messy over my face, and my eyes were surrounded by dark circles. Grime was stuck to my face, and I'm pretty sure I smelled really bad.

Whatever, I'd been in worse.

I stepped out of the bathroom, then walked through the New York underground until I found an exit to outside, and walked up slowly. The sidewalk and streets were already packed with people, and I had to push my way through the crowd to eventually duck into a little McDonald's. Breakfast.

I stood in line for a while, and ordered my eight bacon breakfast sandwiches. Someone had left their wallet in the bathroom, so I could afford to eat big.

The cashier shot me a look, like she couldn't believe anyone in their right mind would eat this much, but handed me back some cash.

"$8.01 is your change. Enjoy your meal." she smiled. You could just tell her heart wasn't in it.

I grabbed my tray of food and walked towards a table next to the door, in case I needed to make a quick exit. It was close to windows, and there was a fire extinguisher beside me, if t came to the point where I needed a weapon. I quickly scanned the room, but no one seemed Eraserish, and there didn't appear to be any immediate threats. I leaned back into the seat, which shadowed me against the light, and maybe no one would notice me as I turned semi-invisible.

I took my first bite. I ate quietly, and thought to myself.

This was day 188. So far my mission success was still a whopping 0%. Great.

I'd been working on a little mission ever since I left Max and the flock. If Max was out to save the world, I was still going to help, just from afar, I guess. Something Gunther-Hagen said had set me off, given me an idea.

I just, hadn't, you know, gotten anything accomplished. Maybe I should give up, and go back home to the flock. That's what I feel like doing, but that really defeats the whole purpose, which was to leave the flock in order to secure their safety.

I should probably try to think positively. I only have 97% of those twenty years until I get to see Max again. Just freaking great.

My plan was to fly across the USA, and if I didn't get any luck with my plan, I was going to head over to Europe to continue my search.

Confession: I've stayed in New York longer than scheduled because it kind of reminds me of the time when I was still with the flock. The first time Max ever kissed me. Those days seemed a lifetime ago. You know, instead of just half a year.

I dumped my wrapper-covered tray by a garbage can as soon as I was finished and I walked out of the door. I contemplated returning to the Institute to see if I could get some answers, but I wondered if it still even existed, or had it been shut down, just like the School. Besides, even if it was still real it would be a death mission to try and walk in there alone. It would be so much easier if I had, say, a group of five winged mutants with me. For example

And since I didn't see myself getting anywhere, I walked into a library and did what I always did when bored. Blog.

You are reading Fang's Blog. Welcome!

You are visitor: 41, 969, 547

Yo readers, sup?

Kids often run away from home because they hate the family they came from. They feel like no one wants them, and can't stand being around their parents and siblings.

I ran away from home to protect the family I love.

You know, just another way bird kids are extremely messed up and total freaks. Right now I'm roaming the streets of a big city (I'm not going to mention which one or which country I'm in because knowing Max, she would come and find me).

I am continuing my secret little mission (unsuccessfully) and if you see a bird kid with black wings in your neighbourhood, don't tell anyone ;)

My life has been pretty low key recently, but because I`m short of words, I`m just going to answer a few fan questions.

Cheerleadingchick911 from California writes:

If you come around San Fransico, could you just, like, call me? 892- 7746

Uhm, I wasn't planning a trip to California anytime soon, but either way, by talking to you, you could actually end up with your mouth ducked taped and your arms bound. It's best you just do not associate with me in person.

--Fang

Gamer69 from Vancouver B.C. writes:

Dude, like, if you are away from home and everything, then do you sleep on the street like a hobo?

Street? No. More like trees and caves.

--Fang

Love .Live .Laugh from Washington writes:

So, like, how'd you learn to fly?

Jeb, this guy who helped us escape from the School (I'm not sure whether he's a bad guy or not) help teach us, especially Max. and sometimes she helped me out and stuff. It took a lot of painful face plants to get it right. I also picked up some techniques from hawks.

--Fang

I shut down the computer walked out of the library. I headed out onto the busy Manhattan streets and edged around the swarms of people. No one seemed to notice me, but I liked it that way.

The sky was dark, and the moon was out, full and round. I looked out towards Central Park, which was now in sight with my raptor vision. I stared ahead, remembering the times when the whole flock slept there together, when Angel was still normal, well, as normal as you can be as a bird child.

I stopped looking where I was going and ran into something. Hard. A girl.

She had long black hair which flopped over one eyes, and was clothed in all black. Black hoodie, black shirt, black tight pants, and black converse. She glared at me with dark, cold eyes.

I blinked as she cussed. "Damn bird kid," she muttered under her breath as she was brushing her hoodie off, like to get all my Fang-ness off her oh-too-good self. Like I was a disease. I was immediately on full alert, though she didn't seem like she was an Eraser. Still, the way she'd called me a bird kid sent chills down my spine.

"What?" I asked her.

She rolled her eyes and walked away.

I stumbled to catch up to her. "Wait, why'd you say that?"

"Cause you are." She said softly as she pushed her way through the crowd and disappeared. Even with my raptor vision, I couldn't catch any sight of her. I glanced around warily… did people know who I was? Was my identity known to people? You know, the mutant freak with wings. In fact, the loner mutant freak with wings.

I shrugged it off and walked to Central Park, and made sure no one was watching as I snapped my wings out and flew up near to the top of a tree. I found a smooth branch, and leaned against the trunk.

I wondered how Max was doing taking care of the flock with her whole mom-thing. Was Jeb still there with them? Were staying in some safe house provided by the CSM?

My jaw locked. Was Dylan trying to fill the spot I left behind? I knew that's what he wanted, for me to be out of the way so there would be room for him to move in on Max. Had Max let him?

I wouldn't know. Not for the next 19 years and 177 days. And that just plain sucks. Big time.

I ate a quick dinner of turkey sandwich meat and drank some water, slid down the branch a little more, and rested my head against the my pack as a pillow. I was about to close my eyes when I saw a dark shadow dart across the full moon.

A bird shadow, except I don't think birds can be that big.

Or wear shoes.

I slid my backpack over my shoulders and snapped out my wings, fourteen feet of black feathers.

Mission success possibly increased to 1%.

I took off into the sky to follow it.

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