I solemnly swear this is my LAST Maximum Ride fanfic for awhile, some of you guys probably saw it on the Maximum Ride Forums waaaay back, but, um, I was 'cleaning up' after myself, cause I was leaving the forums and…viola! I found this in my history… it was pretty good for how much younger I was when I wrote it: SO I cleaned it up a bit and I'm posting it here, please R&R!

Wings
Something hit my forehead,

rain.
It was appropriate after all.
I, Maximum Ride, had lost everything that made me special.
You don't realize how much you miss it, till it's taken away from you.
They took my wings.
And without wings, who was I to lead a Flock of hungry children?
Who was I to be in a Flock?
After all, a Flock is for those who can fly, for those who can feel.
I can't feel anymore.
My body is numb.
By soul felt as if it had been ripped from me, just as my wings were.
They told me "To fly without wings."
I think I'm still trying.
The rain hit my tender back, still scabbing from my surgery.
Not much of a surgery, just a knife and Jeb's hand to hold.
Not that I took it.
Now, I'm alone, they had let me go after I stopped talking.
After I stopped being a "good show girl."
They had let the Flock go before me.
The Flock was still a mystery, I hadn't seen them since, I cannot bring myself to blame them, if I didn't have so much guilt, I would've run the moment I breathed fresh air.
Another drop of rain, hitting my useless eyes.
No,
I wasn't blind.
I just didn't look anymore.
Why look?
When there's nothing to see?
The rain was picking up, but I hardly noticed as drop after drop hit my already damp hair.
The Voice had left too.
As if it were connected somehow to my wings.
Or, I just didn't need it anymore, my story was through.
It was pouring now, soaking my skin, my shirt, my jeans.
And, suddenly, I felt it.
Every drop that hit me, I felt.
And it was shocking, like coming out of an isolation tank, like taking that huge gulp of air after a minute under water.
It was like...
Happiness.
I felt my mouth pull up in an unfamiliar shape, nearly forgotten.
A smile.
The rain must make people do stupid things.
Because in a second, I was dancing.
It wasn't graceful; it probably wasn't even a dance.
It was jumping, getting that impulse to spread out my wings again.
It was twirling, remembering the dark haired boy I loved, and his hawks.
It was laughing, imagining my Flock there with me.
But mostly,
It was flying, without wings.

Alright, hope you guys enjoy it! Please R&R.