Author: ForeverPotter17
Info: This story is an idea I believe readers will like. It's pretty original, however, sometimes people get the odd comment that someone is copying something from an another author. Which is why, I promise you, giving you my word as a writer, that this idea is totally, and completely mine.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters you see in this story, including ones from the minds of J.K. Rowling, James Patterson, and Susan Collins. I only own Page. My name is not Page, and I just hate it when authors put themselves into the story! Do you? No? Just me? Leave your comments! Enjoy!
-ForeverPotter17P.S. This is only the beginning of my mind ;)
Page's POV:
The best day ever started when I was walking to school, I dragged my
feet, expecting another dull, boring day. Was anything ever going to be
different? I was about to find out just how different things would get. I was
sitting in Math class, trying not to fall asleep as my teacher went on, and
on about the hypotenuse of a triangle. Like, seriously?
How will knowing what the hypotenuse of a triangle, help me when I
am baking? Answer; Not at all!
My life-long (*cough* fourteen years, *cough*) dream was to be a
baker. So what if I had my career chosen at only fourteen. Sue me.
My name is Page. Not Page as in, a book, Page as in my name. The
irony, you might ask? I LOVED reading. Love it. There is peace in the fact
that, yeah, I'm pegged as a 'loner,' but I honestly don't care. These middle
school clowns aren't worth my time. Pfft. Who asked you anyway?
Don't answer that… So, as I was saying, Math. Okay teacher, we get
it, A plus B equal's C which represents the hypotenuse. We covered that
fact a thousand and one times. Liked the 'and one,' rebel thing? I don't.
So! I was trying to pay attention, but I had only gotten four hours of
sleep. Just as I yawned, my world flipped up side down, and I was
spinning. What the heck? Suddenly, the world came into place, and I
screamed. Let's just say, I wasn't in Math anymore…
Max's POV:
The flock and I were sitting in a cave, as usual. Iggy and Fang were
throwing rocks at the cave wall, opposite to where they were leaning
against. I don't know how he did it, but Iggy would keep hitting the can
with perfect accuracy. Nudge and Angel were taking about some weird
half human, half lion kid. That's rich, me, Maximum Ride, calling some
half animal, half human thing when I was sitting in a cave with my wings
stretched out. Yeah, you heard me right, I said wings. Problem?
Yep, were just your average, everyday, mutant bird-kid things. We all
had wings attached to our body by a bunch of scientists who I called,
"white-coats." Science is evil in my world. Max's world, similar to Elmo's
world, if Elmo was on the run with a bunch of kids being chased by
Erasers. I love how I think, don't you?
Anyway, from his corner, the Gasman stood.
"Max, I don't feel good," he said, and looked pale and wobbly. I
walked over to him, and put his chin in my hand.
"Are you alright?" I asked, worried. Gazzy was only eight, and had
never gotten too sick. I figured that was programmed in. Yep, that's us,
test-tube baby's. I was fourteen, so was Fang and Iggy, Nudge was
eleven, Gazzy, was only eight, and Angel was six. They were my
responsibility, being the flock leader. I was the oldest, and the leader of
the flock, which means I make all the decisions and have nerves of steel.
Iron Man moment, sorry. Anyway, suddenly, Angel said,
"Max! Help!" and clutched her head. Then it started, we were spinning
faster than I could fly and when we stopped, I tried to see if Gazzy was
going to puke. I took in my surroundings and did a head count. Fang,
Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge, and Angel. All here, so who was on the couch. The
younger flock members stood behind Iggy, Fang and I, who were ready to
strike.
The girl gasped and pointed to me.
"Your Maximum Ride! Fang! Iggy!" she exclaimed. I lowered my fists
"How did you know that?" I asked. She bit her lip.
"Um…" was all she said, before more people fell from the ceiling.
Harry's POV:
Ron was still mad at Harry, thinking he put his name in the Goblet on
purpose. That guy was mental. Who would want something like that?
Harry caught up to Hermione who was walking with Ron from Potions
with Snape.
"Hello, Harry," she greeted him. Ron said nothing, but glared at the
wall. Oops.
"Hello, Hermione, I need help with that Potions essay- I mean, fifty
pages?" Harry said, trying to get Ron to join them. He shouldn't care,
but he did. Hermione's eyes lit up, at the mention of the essay,
"I know! How am I supposed to write my essay with only fifty pages?"
Harry laughed and Ron rolled his eyes.
"Well, Hermione, I'll see you in the common room," Harry said, as he
rushed off towards the hll. Truthfully, he wanted to escape Ron.
Harry sat next to Ginny. It was either her or Seamus, who was talking
non-stop about the Twiwizard Cup. Harry sighed, the tension was high as
Ron sat down.
"Hermione, tell Harry to pass the pudding," Ron said, not looking at
Harry. That got him mad.
"Hermione, tell Ron to get his own pudding," Harry said glaring at
Ron. Hermione snapped closed the book she had her nose in, and left
the Great Hall.
After classes were over, Harry ran to meet Hermione, not bothering to
tell the fat lady the password and sliding in next to Neville.
Hermione and Ron were sitting on the floor next to the roaring fire.
As soon as Harry put his book down, they started spinning.
After what seemed like ages, they stopped and were thrown to the floor.
Harry expected to find Ron and Hermione next to the fire, but instead
he saw a muggle girl, and six other muggles,
"What's going on here?" asked Hermione. Every head snapped to her
attention, including Harry's.
Katniss' POV:
I couldn't believe it. There could be two victors? She started running,
trying to look for any sign of Peeta. My name is Katniss Everdeen, and I
am from District 12. My little sister, Prim, was selected to go into the
Hunger Games arena, and I volunteered as tribute. I just couldn't let
sweet, twelve year old Prim enter the Hunger Games. She had no
chance of survival. After a lot of fuss, I was in the arena, trying to find
Peeta, the boy selected to represent District 12 with me. It was just
announced that two tributes from the same District, could win, and I knew
Peeta didn't die, because his face wasn't in the sky, but I knew he was
hurt badly. So, after a lot of struggle, I finally came to a creak and
Stumbled upon Peeta, who used his cake-decorating skills to hide
himself from the other tributes, who would love to kill him.
I inspected Peeta's hurt leg and saw that it was cut nearly to the bone.
I heard a twig snap, and I notched a silvery arrow at the place where the
noise came from, but then, I must have been knocked out because the
forest walls were spinning, and changing shape. Then, all at once, it
stopped, and I opened my eyes. I pointed the notched arrow at the crowd
of ten people gaping at me. I looked to my left and there was Peeta,
sitting on the floor, wincing as he propped himself into a sitting position.
"Okay," said a girl who was standing next to a boy who gave off an aura
of caution, "Somebody better start talking- fast." She was obviously
Some sort of stuck up leader. Great. First the Hunger Games, now
this?
What did you think? Where are these characters? Why are they together? What secret lay among them? What secrets will be revealed?
You are going to find out! Soon…
-ForeverPotter17
