Welcome to my new fanfic! I cancelled St. Max of Rescue Missions, because of lack of inspiration, but O found this one hat I wrote a while ago. Review if you like and maybe I'll continue.
We had just left the institute, and had acquired 2 new flock members, Angel's dog, Total, and the mysterious winged girl, who looked about 10.
We were curled up in a hollowed out band shell in Battery Park, trying to get some sleep. I was awake, on watch, watching the flock + the new girl sleep (I am not a stalker, I'm like the mom) and blowing on my chilly hands, trying to warm up.
It was probably sometime in April (I have no way to keep track of time) but for some odd reason, it was freezing in New York. We couldn't build a fire, and so we were freezing our feathery butts off. My flock, except for Fang, were curled up together to keep a little body warmth going. I examined the winged girl closely. She had long chestnut colored hair, and huge hazel eyes with dark, arching brows. As they slept, Nudge had her arm wrapped protectively around the new girl.
-This line is named Bartholomew, and he is a time skip-
It was the next morning, and the flock was awake.
"You need some new clothes! And, ZOMG I could give you a make-over and we could go back to that make-up place and ZOMG! What's your name? I'm Nudge!"
New girl looked a little scared. Who could blame her? But Nudge was right, she did need a name.
"Hey sweetie, don't worry about Nudge, she won't hurt you. Do you have a name?" I put my arm protectively around her shoulder.
"I don't have a name, but I think since my eyes are hazel, I should be called Hazel."
"I like Hazel." Fang said… wait, WHAT!? Fang expressed his opinion! The apocalypse is coming! The apocalypse is coming!
"O.K., I will pick Hazel."
We walked around for a little, until we found a Wal-Mart. We had the Max Card, but who knows how much is on there, and Wal-Mart is a cheap as dirt. We picked out some clothes for Hazel, mostly jeans and T-shirts and a wind breaker to hide the wings. Nudge insisted on a sparkly tank top that was so "Ka-you-te!"
We continued walking buying food at random street carts, showing Hazel around. Then it was time to leave. We took off, heading south towards D.C. According to the files we had found in the Institute, all our parents lived around there. As we took off, I noticed something odd. Gazzy wouldn't stop staring at Hazel.