iPod Challenge
Homecoming – Hey Monday
I stepped off the bus, looking around at my old house. I sighed and grabbed my bag form the bottom, inhaling deeply. I was nervous as hell because, after four years of college, I wondered how much my flock had changed. I walked up the steps towards the red door and green porch, murmuring quiet reassurances to myself.
I mean, I had emailed Fang and the flock all the time, but I haven't tangibly been with them since I left freshman year for NYU. I got a major in acting and I minored in martial arts, not surprising for anyone.
"You can do this, Max, it's just the flock." I inhaled and raised my hand, but quickly withdrew it. What would they think of my pink streak in my hair? What about my eyebrow ring? Or my tattoo on my hip? Jeez, this was nerve-wracking. I shook my limbs out and sighed for the eleventh time that hour. I raised my hand again to knock, but then the door swung open, revealing an incredibly tall guy, grinning.
"Hey, Max."
Fang.