Here is my first Max Ride story. I hope you like it!
Flying. And I do not mean in an airplane.I meant actual wings, flying across- did you really think i was going to tell you where I am? Come on.
My name is Fang. Yes, theFang. The Fang that left Max for her own good. The Fang that started a blog on his adventures with the Flock. The Fang that desperately loves Maximum Ride.
You may be asking Why did you leave, Fang? What about sticking with the Flock? Well, I had some business to take care of, and I have no clue how long it will take. So, I left Max, knowing that she needed to save the world, and my problem would distract her away from that goal. Then of course, there was that idiot Dylan trying to take my place. God, I hated him. Stupid Jeb is telling everybody that Dylan is Max's soul mate, not me. That may have been another reason why I left, but not a main one, I swear.
So, right now, I was flying- fine, I'll tell you, but not specifically- across California. I heard there was another school here. I needed to look into that school. You see, I'm looking for somebody. Now, I only discovered her back when we got those papers from The Institute. You remember Max saying something about missing papers? Well, that's because I took them. Inside was some very important information about me, and my family.
But right now, I needed to find a place to rest for the day. Why day? Becuase I blend in better at night. Geez, do I have to explain everything? No wonder why Max was always complaining. I found a canopy of trees just inviting me to curl up and sleep. Well, there was no way I could say no. I lay down, and went to sleep.
The next night, I was up and flying, practicing some new moves. Okay, bend left wing slightly down and...There it was. I had finally perfected the cruising-left-turn that I had learned from the hawks back in Arizona. My black wings were practically invisible in the night. THis was my favorite part; the wind in my hair, feeling like nothing can take me down- if you tell anyone I said that, you will be dead. D E A D dead.
Just then a light shined up to me, then a bullet shot. I felt a sudden pain in my left wing, and came plumenting to the Earth. I landed with a thud. Looking up, I saw black heeled shoes, and above that, a white science coat, before I passed out.
Okay. I got the idea a few days ago, so please, REVIEW W/O ANY FLAME PLEASE!