Hi! Today I got up and had this crazy idea to write the 1st book of Maximum Ride in Fang's POV. I decided this because no one else has redone the whole book and only parts of it. The chapters are going to go by chapters in the book, except I'm staring at chapter 3 in the book because the 1st and 2nd chapters are about Max's dream (sorta) so I guess that's it…oh wait just remembered…
Disclaimer: I, FaxyBandNerd101, unfortunately do not own Maximum Ride. *sniffle*
Fang's POV (Chapter 3)
Shit!
I jumped up in bed gasping, woken up by my very real dream. I closed my eyes and concentrated on slowing down my breath so no one would notice I was so uneasy. You think I'd be used to it after having the same dream pretty much every night. Erasers were chasing after me (again) and then I jumped off a cliff to get away and then I woke up, always.
I decided now was as good a time as any to get up, and because I could already hear Max, Iggy, and Gazzy moving around. I quickly got dressed and walked into the kitchen and saw Max looking in the fridge. I made the shh! sign to Gazzy walked up behind her. You could practically feel her hairs on the back of her neck prickle. Then she suddenly straightened and spun around.
"Will you quit that?" Max said.
I silently chuckled to myself. I've always been silent one and able to sneak up on any of the flock. I looked down at her even though I was four months younger than her I was also four inches taller, and she hated it. I decided I should probably answer. "Quit what?" I asked calmly. "Breathing?"
She rolled her eyes. "You know what."
With a grunt, Iggy staggered upright from his position on the couch. "I'll make eggs," he announced. I don't know why he bothered to announce it, he was the only one who could actually cook even though he was blind, and so who else would do it.
I noticed Max surveying the kitchen, probably trying to figure out if there was anything she could do. There wasn't so…she called me out of my thoughts.
"Fang? You set the table. I'll go get Nudge and Angel." I automatically pulled the Gasman up from his spot on the couch and made him help me set the table (which really means he set the tale and I just supervised).
I could hear Max trying (key word) to get up Nudge and Angel, and knowing they would be down in a bit I decided to get my food now, while there was still some left.
So I didn't think that was too bad, but then again I'm the author so what do I know. Review please if you want to. God knows how much help I need to improve my awful writing skills.
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