The Raindrops Soaking Me
Copyrights: James Patterson
Summary: Takes place after Maximum Ride book 4 and before book 5. The Flock try school again, to Max's dismay, but she doesn't realize how much her music class's semester final project could change her. FAX!
Disclaimer: I'm only putting this on once, and no more. I do not own the Maximum Ride series. Happy now?
Chapter 1: So? What Next?
Ms. Jeung was cool. She didn't make us study these boring stuff like the biography of Mozart. Instead, our semester final project was based off a collection of songs- old, new, whatever- and we had to analyze their meaning and connect it to ourselves. At first, I was pretty negative about the project. I mean, hey, I'm no musical person and the only reason why I decided to take this class was because I needed a music credit to graduate stupid high school. Just when you think you already have your hands full with, believe it or not, saving the world, we have to go to school. Besides, how do you resist those Bambi eyes?
I didn't realize how wrong I was back then.
Ok, so you might be in a state of confusion right now. I'm Maximum Ride, and if you don't know who I am, I'm not going to explain because too much has happened to summarize things for you. I strongly suggest you to read my previous books. Anyway, we just finished trying to save the world from global warming. Let's just hope those stiff and pompous government people will actually listen to my testimony. I doubt it. If it just takes one testimony to help change global warming, a ton of people would've testified WAY before me.
Currently backtracking... The Flock and I have decided to try school again. And you might think that as the leader of the Flock, I would have a say in this, right? NO! Because the moment my mom, Dr. Martinez, suggested it out for us, Angel and Nudge gave me the Bambi eyes. NO ONE resists the Bambi eyes. So I reluctantly agreed. I mean, it's not like I have a choice.
So I was in music class. I can't exactly remember what the actual name was, but right now I was too lazy to dig down the bottom of my backpack in search of a piece of paper I have no idea whether it still exists or not. ANYWAY, I was in music class, like I said, and Ms. Jeung, our teacher walked right in, 5 minutes late. It was really unusual for her, because frankly, she was creepy. She was nice and all, but then she gets really scary when she's annoyed/frustrated/mad at us for not getting a note right or something like that and she's NEVER late. I'm getting distracted again, so let me try this one more time. Ms. Jeung walked in late, or more like danced in late and there was this special twinkle in her eyes.
She walked up to the front of the room, set down her things on her desk, and went "Whew!" as she exhaled a deep breathe. She crossed her fingers in front of her and started rocking back on her heels in her sensible shoes. Uh-oh, she was perky today. I grimaced, because you have NO idea how Ms. Jeung is like when she's perky. She gets this new, ambitious project for us to do and-
"Hi class! How are you doing?" she announced in a high, light voice. She didn't stop for an answer as she went on, announcing, "I'm sorry I'm late, but I just had the greatest idea for your semester final grades!" Give us all F's? "They will be based off your semester final projects!" She looked at each of us in the eyes, waiting for us to cheer in excitement or something. Her face dropped in disappointment after a while.
Someone had the courage to speak out. "You never told us what the semester final project was!" came a voice from the back of the choir room.
"Oh! I never did?" not waiting again for an answer, "Oh my goodness! I never did! Oh my goodness!" I thought she was going to hyperventilate or something like that right there on spot, in front of all of us, but she didn't. "This is truly exciting!" Uh-huh, whatever you say. "Well, your semester final projects will be a collection of songs. They can as old or as new as you want. Remember, class, one of the basics was that a song doesn't have to have lyrics. You compile songs, somehow relating to one or the other, write an analysis on it, and tell me your reflections, tell me how you can connect this song to you. To yourself." She no longer sounded like the creepy, perky music teacher of mine, but a madwoman. Honestly?! Everyone else in the room was nodding, already probably thinking about the songs that they could do and how great the project was going to be. How successful it was going to turn out...
I felt like standing up from my seat and yelling, "You're the craziest person ever!" or "That project is so stupid!" or something rebellious like that. But I didn't, because despite my reluctance, I knew better than that. She started getting into "how much such wonderful music can move your soul and inspire greatness!" I tuned her out, my spite getting the best of me. Next thing I knew, the bell had rung and it was time to go to my next class.
The day was soon over, and Ella, the Flock, and I went home. Fang, Iggy, and I's 9th period class ended the same time middle school ended, so everything worked out. On our way home, Fang noticed my sour expression. I think I got it plastered onto my face since music class. It's quite interesting, really, since music class was 1st period... I honestly thought that that project was as bad as having to listen to Gazzy sing the constipation song all car-ride long! And trust me, I've been there, done that.
He looked at me, questioning me, because Fang's just paranoid that way for not being a very talkative person. I sighed. We started lagging behind the rest of the group. Then I heard, What's wrong, Max? Angel was in my mind again, so I told her, We'll catch up later.
"Art class?" he asked, because he just likes sticking to monosyllabic words as much as he can.
"Yep," I stated, popping the p. He nodded. Sometimes he reminds me of a therapist. My own personal therapist, Fang? I don't exactly like the thought of that. "I hate our project!"
Fang shrugged, showing his indifference. "It's fine."
I frowned. "Well, I hate it." I paused for a moment.
"Hate is a very strong word."
"Fine... I strongly dislike the project with much passion," I corrected myself, saying it slowly. "Hey... How do you know about the project?" I asked, and I thought I almost heard a bit of accusation in my voice. 'Cause, yeah, I was the type of person who asks whether I said what I said after saying what I said. Confusing, the way I worded that, but true.
"I take the same art course as you," he simply said. I think I probably looked confused because he added, "I just never bothered to tell you," he told me. Never bothered to tell me? Fang tells me practically everything. But from the tone in his voice I was getting suspicious. I wondered what else he had been keeping away from all this time. "No need to get so suspicious, Max," he said quietly, looking through me again. Another thing that's annoying is the fact that Fang can see through me. He knows me well. Too well. Then I told myself, Maybe I am overreacting. Afterall, it has been only a couple of weeks into the school year. Besides, it's not that important, right? I shrugged, but I think I was more of shrugging off that nagging feeling in my gut than just shrugging to dismiss the subject.
I believe jealousy is a sin, Max.
Unwelcome back, Voice. Since when were you religious and since when was I? The Voice made a tsk-ing noise. I rolled my eyes. I saw Fang looking at me, so I pointed to my head and said, "Voice." I always wondered if the Voice could see me internally rolling my eyes. Maybe I should send it a mental picture of me rolling my eyes...
Fang and I soon caught up with the rest of the group and when Ella saw me, she wiggled her eyebrows. It looked pretty funny and I burst out laughing. Iggy just looked plain confused.
"Ella just wiggled her eyebrows at me," I informed him, in between laughter. After a while, he was laughing too. I think Angel sent him a picture. Everybody else just chuckled, because they obviously didn't get the joke. Not that I was going to bother explaining. Angel took my hand and looked up at me with sweet eyes. I smiled at her and smoothed her hair. Ella was making Iggy blush, Fang was listening to Nudge blab, and the Gasman and Angel started talking about school. A strange, warm feeling crept up in me, realizing how much I loved my family and how glad I was to be here with them. And not to be a whole geek or anything, but I decided tonight I would get a start on my music semester project. Because I just found the perfect song. Well, not THE PERFECT song, but it was good either way.
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