Ok, I'm back. Good books (and bad books) often bring me straight back to FanFic. Its been five days since my reading and the release of James Patterson's most recent book in the Maximum Ride series, Angel knows how it all ends, and, frankly, I must say that for the first time ever, I am disappointed with my favorite author and what he's done with my most favorite book series. So, instead of griping, I'm going to rewrite the book my way. And I know it sounds like I hated the book, but honestly I loved it and im glad to see max and the flock back and all, I just wanted some things to happen differently. Let this fanfic in no way sound like im dissing JPat (hehe, that's my rapper name for the author, word) and, just fyi, spoiler alert, please don't read this unless you've read the whole series (including Angel) because I really don't wanna ruin the story for anybody. Alrighty, there isn't much else I wanna say to yall before I start, except the usual stuff, write reviews, lemme know how you like it, I love feedback and blahblahblah, now lets get the part you really care about if you clicked the link to this story instead of your pet stepping on the mouse.

I present to you Angel knows how it all ends: A Maximum Ride novel by James Patterson: Rewrite

I know, I know, every time we meet again, I'm smack in the middle of some life-threatening situation that you later find out was only a dream or memory or something else in that realm. But this chapter in the story of the amazing flock of genetically enhanced mutant bird kids does not start that way. Because all of those disaster scenarios I could regale you with could never, and I can't believe I'm going to say this, ever feel as disastrous as my stupid life has since my stupid ex-brother-best friend-almost boyfriend went and left me with nothing but a folder full of cryptic nonsense on our collective laptop and a stupid, cliché last letter.

Speaking of that last letter… I pulled it out of its new home in the back pocket of my jeans and read the words '20 years' in the early morning sun that dappled the paper as it filtered its way through the leaves of the tree I was perched on. I will not go into how often I'd looked at the letter since it was written. I will however tell you that at that point I was holding the letter ready to rip it ferociously and viciously to shreds when I heard a twig crack. I jumped up and crumpled the letter back into my pocket and went on alert. After a few minutes I calmed back down. We hadn't heard from the Erasers or Flyboys or M-geeks or anyone else since the whole Dr. Haagen Daz-pretty-much-brainwashed-our-resident-mindreading-seven-year-old-and-then-nearly-killed-a-member-of-the-flock episode.

And so I had calmed myself down and was almost off-guard, which is the perfect time to attack me, if you really must pick a time, and so you can guess what happened next, but I guess you can't guess who attacked me. That's right, my perfect other half picked the perfect time to push me out of a tree. 'What marvelous timing that boy has' I thought to myself as I lurched toward the ground fifty feet away. That's what I get for sitting at the top of the tallest tree I could find. I didn't even bother to throw out my wings , thinking that maybe Fang would come back for my freaking funeral. They could write "Too late, Fang-a-lang" on my headstone and then he could be sorry for the rest of his pathetic life. My obit would read "Killed by love"