Please Note: We have invented the stories but will say who wrote each one in the beginning of the stories. We would also like to add that we were a lot younger when we wrote them, so they are not up to end of storys usual standards.
Disclaimer: These mini adventures would not have been possible without the wonderful and awesome (except for the last one) Maximum Ride series. We now give James Patterson full credit over everything except our ideas.
AN: Raise your hand if you think the last book was crap? Also, we would like to know who Max should end up with, Fang or Dylan? (We're Fax shippers!) So, without further ado, here's a story End of story wrote but my friend named.
Poker
Max perched on a tree, wind blowing her hair all around her face. She looked at her watch. 4:30AM. She'd flown up here to sit five minutes ago. It felt like hours.
"Hi."
She spun around and almost fell off her branch. "Fang!" she gasped. She had no idea how he did that. He was only seven, like her. "You almost gave me a heart attack!"
He smirked. "Wanna play some poker?"
She blinked. "Where did you learn to play poker?"
"T.V." he shrugged, his black wings almost nine feet across sweeping to keep him aloft. His dark pajamas and black hair made him look like he was at Death Angel bring your kid to work day.
"Cool." Max got to her feet. He held out his hand. She took it. They flew off together, her pretty brown and white speak led wings brushing his black ones.