Um… Hey. This is Max here, Maximum Ride. Now let's get this straight. I'm so not going to be all, "Dear Diary," this and, "Dear Diary," that. These are strictly field notes, got it?
Okay, so I have no idea how to start one of these things, but I feel like if Fang has a blog, then it should be acceptable for me to have a journ- ahem- I mean field notes. I just found these scraps of paper at the bottom of our dungeon.
Oh right, let me introduce you to our situation. I, Angel, Nudge, our talking dog, Total, and a part human, part wolf-dog-thing, part bird thing named Ari, are chained in a dungeon someplace in Germany. Fang, Iggy, and the Gasman, otherwise known as Gazzy, are somewhere else entirely, we're not sure where.

There's a funny thing about our little family. We have wings. Yep, you heard me. Wings. We are bird-kids. When we were babies, our parents gave or sold us to this evil institute called The School. Essentially what it is, is a group of evil, mad (when I say mad I mean seriously demented) scientists who grafted us with avian DNA when we were infants. We have wings, (we fly, too!) feather-light bones, supreme vision, and heightened senses. I am a fourteen-year old bird-girl mutant.

You might be wondering how my little crazy family (we call it a flock) got split up. All of us (Fang, Iggy, Gazzy, Angel, Nudge, Total, and I) were captured (again) by The School. We broke out of there after they attempted to kill us off (again). See, The School is part of this big corporation called Itex. They are trying to create the perfect world using the By-Half Plan, otherwise known as the Kill-All-Sick-Weak-Starving-Poor-Or-In-Any-Way-Imperfect-People plan, decreasing the world's population by about half.

So anyway, they tried to kill us and Ari helped us escape. We flew away, but most of my flock was not happy. Ari is the last of a species called Erasers who were designed to kill us, Ari especially had many attempts, but I think he's changed. Fang finally called an ultimatum. He said that he wouldn't put up with having Ari with us. Fang kind of has a grudge against Ari since he almost killed Fang, which is understandable, but Fang didn't have to be so dramatic about it. He left, and the rest of the guys decided they wanted to leave with him. The girls, Total, Ari, and I headed to Europe, because my Voice told me to. I have a Voice in my head. Surprise, Surprise, another freaky thing for the bird-kid.
We were searching for the Itex headquarters, which we found in the middle of Germany. It is definitely not what you think of when you think of an evil headquarters. It looked exactly like a fairy tale castle. I was half-expecting to see Bambi peer out from behind one of the perfectly trimmed little bushes.

There was an iron gate in the front, a break in the huge stone walls inside the moat. We snuck along the walls and peeked in the gates, and, alas, marching around are not only a bunch of Flyboys (robotic Erasers, the reason Ari is the only one left alive) but clones of us. A Max II and an Angel II and a Nudge II, all goose-stepping around in perfect synch. We flew silently over the wall and joined in at the end of their formation. Their procession continued into the building, where the Flyboys went one way, and the clones went the other. We followed the clones into their living area, the walls were lined with plasma screens and they each had their own bed. Playing on all the plasma screens was a blonde woman speaking in different languages. Essentially she was saying that the By-Half Plan was being put into action, people were being killed at this very moment, as we learned when she switched to English. They were telling these clones and other creations that turning someone in for "the glory of martyrdom," was good, and would be rewarded. I felt sick.
Oh, I've got to go, I think someone is coming.

-Max