OT Wow, I haven't been on in what a year and a half? Oh well, I've always loved Maximum Ride.
BTW, this take place right after Fang, and it might be wrong, since I haven't read MR in a while, so tell me so I can change it, and no hating.
Flying. Witlessness. Not even this could make me forget.
What have I done? I mean, I did the right thing, right? Right?
Guilt. Regret. Relief.
Why did I do this? Max will be heartbroken, and it'll all be my fault. But it was all for the best, right? I know I will never be able to forgive myself for this, never ever. No, I won't. I can already see the flock huddled together, Max's face tear-stained. Maybe others. Maybe even Angel, but we all know she flew over the cuckoo's nest a while ago. But Nudge, Gasman, they'll be heartbroken.
Well, I can't forget that life, but I have to move on. To... other things. Even as I said this, my pocket got heavy. The geeks address.
He could have changed it. But... would he? I mean, he's homeless, and he seemed OK last time I saw him. I hope so.
*WHAT I HAVE*
A Toothbrush
50 dollars
A Piece of Paper with a Scribbled Address on it
Clothes
Hope
I landed in a tree. I perched on a base of a branch, nestled against a tree trunk. I thought deeply about the times with the indescribable Maximum Ride. I'm not sure if she ever told you this, but we have, ummm, you know. I guess she kind of edited that out. I mean... would she tell anyone? She can barely tell herself it happened. Well, it happened. Now that we've gotten past that, I can move on.
I am now going to tell you some of the things Max hasn't told you about. I am going to tell you some stories that Max hasn't. Don't tell her; she'd slap me.
Like how we found out Gazzy had a tumor. Also, some stories from the school, and leading up to the day we escaped. First though, the tumor.
Southern California, near the Border.
It was raining. Water blotting out your vision, and the distant and close up echo of it dripping on the ground. This was in between the second book and the third book.
Gazzy collapsed that day, and we panicked. He wasn't waking up. Everyone looked to Max. She knew what to do.
Fishing out one of her last quarters, pushing it into the narrow slit, and dialed a number. I'd wondered how she knew it, but she had probably looked at it over and over. Memorizing it with ease. It rang. Rang again.
"Hello?" A muffled-by Max's-hair voice mumbled. It was two o'clock in the morning. She was obviously calling someone accustomed to waking up early.
"Dr. Martinez?" A voice of fear, panick, and relief.
"Max?" A beaming voice of recognition.
I zoned out then, because Nudge cried the word "Fang," and not cried as in yelling, cried as in cried. I sprinted closer to see Gazzy sitting there, eyes closed.
"His pulse." A voice of dread. "It's going down Fang, I'm starting to think that..." More tears.
Max came over. I saw her stop, regain herself so that when she tried to bring relief that she would actually believe it. "She's on her way. She says that she can help."
No one, not even Nudge question who "she" was.
Silence. When she came, she brought with her bad new. Gazzy had a brain tumor. She told Max that he probably wouldn't live to even be twenty. Not that any of us would for sure.
The reason why she didn't tell you was because we all told her that we would just forget about it. Nothing will probably become of it.
At least not yet.
Now, for the stories of the school.