Author's Note: Hey, all;
If you're reading this because it looks interesting, and NOT because you have read the other two "books" I have written about Max and her flock, i.e. Max Ride BLFAC, and it's sequel, Love, it's Cannon, then I suggest that you read those first. If you choose not to, or are just plain lazy, like me, then you might be confused on some things. If you don't understand, or need help (don't we all), then PM me, and I'll try to explain.
P.S. I haven't forgotten about featherhead, and I have changed ch.16 in Love, it's cannon, not much, but still. I also haven't written anything about the information gleaned by the hotline, I'm sorry, please ignore this gaping plot hole.
Before you (other people who haven't read the other stories) ask, Melane is my O.C.
Age: 14
Hair: Dark, coffee-ish brown, shoulder length
Eyes: silver-grey
Height: about 5'8
Wings: Coffee brown (same as hair), blonde on the ends (dyed)
Special "powers": None really, she can walk almost silently (sort of like Fang), and has good hearing ( not really a special skills).
Other Info: has a really tragic past, so she keeps to herself mostly, can be arrogant, stubborn, sort of depressed, moody, ect. Also quick tempered, but mostly has a cool façade. But she's witty, cynic, and sometimes a bit funny. She's Max's best friend, and Iggy's girlfriend. (sort of Fang's friend too. wink wink) She's a good singer, and she plays the cello (not so well, but still, not awfully). Also kind of interesting, I saw her name in the dictionary ( ( after writing about her) Yes, I read it out loud on a dare) and it comes from the Greek word for darkness, just kind of a weird coinki-dink.
Max's POV (the day of departure at two in the morning)
Oh man, I'm nervous, it's not like it's my first time on an airplane, or anything, but this is the first time I've had any luggage to check, and it's also my first planned, sleeping-in-a-hotel-every-night, taking tours of every city we visit, playing tourist-y kind of trip. I can't wait. But still, what if someone recognizes us, I hope they don't, and they probably won't, because we've all sort of changed our appearances, and no one knows Mel or Ella. And if we get into a fight, it'll be easier now that Iggy can see, and I won't have to worry about the little ones, but I'm still worried. And not just for those of us going on the trip, either. Dr. M has to stay and look after Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel (not an easy task).
sighs I dragged my bag out of my room, and down the stairs, to find Mel, Iggy, Ella, and (ugh) Fang already up, and eating a "breakfast" of cold cereal (you all know how well I make that) "Here Max, we made some for you already" said Mel, pushing a bowl towards me. She looked as happy and awake as ever, which is strange at two in the morning. "Why are you so cheerful? It's bloody two in the bloody morning." I growled (yep, that's me talking like a Brit. already.) "Sorry, I'm a bit of an insomniac, can't help being awake this late most nights anyway." She said yet again cheerfully. Grrr…
We finished our breakfast in silence, before putting our bowls in the sink, and filing outside, dragging our cases behind us. "Hey, you need help?" Fang asked seeing me at having trouble carrying it. I really was having a difficult time with it, but there was no way I was going to let him see that. "No, I'm fine, thanks." I replied, gritting my teeth.
He gave me one or those scathing looks, as if to say 'Riight', before picking up my suitcase in one hand, slinging it over his back, and jogging down the steps to the car. "Show off." I muttered to myself. When we got into the car, I noticed that Mel was wearing a self-satisfied smirk. "What's that for?" I asked pointedly. "Oh, nothing." She replied airily. I knew that tone, it meant that she was up to something. Something big. Great.
Sorry, I know the author's note is as long as the chappie it's self, but I'll poast some more tomorrow (probubally). Read and Review please!!!