"There I go, go at the speed of sound
I'm higher than a satellite
And you're stuck on the ground
Your cries for help bounce off of me
So don't expect to see
See me waiting here to be
Be your Wondergirl
I'm not gonna save you
Wondergirl
Go save yourself"
Ain't that the truth, I thought. I couldn't, yknow, fly, but when I ran it got pretty darn close. I loved the feeling of the wind through my hair. It was the ultimate freedom. Like flying, or so I assumed.
It was another day, another school. My family and I had moved four times already this school year. Anne, my adoptive mother, had lost her job a few times and we had to move so she could 'start over'. In any case, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel and I were used to it by now.
Don't worry, we have real names. I'm Maximum, or Max, pseudo mom and queen of my family. Nudge, the talkative one, is really Monique (that's just too..shmancy for Nudge). Gazzy is well... Gazzy. His real name is Zephyr. Once again, just too sophisticated. Gazzy's twin, Angel is deceptively Angelic. She and her brother are the best at faking innocence, when 87% of the time they are up to no good.
Only Angel and Gazzy are really related, while Nudge and I came from other families. While I almost Mexican, with brown hair and brown eyes, Nudge is a creamy brown with frizzy and curly black hair. Gazzy and Angel have pure blonde waves and clear blue eyes.
We look pretty odd together, but were a happy flock of weirdos. Anne, our guardian, isn't really a mom. She's just too...distracted. I practically raised the younger ones myself. Which I'm okay with.
My family is everything to me.
I don't really need anything else.
So yeah. Welcome to my nightmare.