No secrets
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson, one of the most fabulous writers in the history of winged characters and other stuff, does. I want to be him when I grow up! I'll get on with the story now…
Warnings: Character death, 2nd chapter is angsty (kind of), Iggy/Nudge, some swearing.
Nudges POV
Most 12 year old girls would be sitting in school. Doing work. Hating teachers. Drooling over hot guys. Lucky. I, Nudge, at age 12, am running. From the press. From the School. From Erasers. From Itex. Well, flying from them. I have wings. Bird wings. Right now, I'm coasting on a breeze, flying thousands of feet above a forest. Seems like a dream come true? Well, it's not.
"Let's move people!" yelled Max, age 14, leader of the flock, Fang by her side. He was like 2nd in charge. Iggy not far behind them. Iggy. I smiled. He'd always been there for me. He could see right through me. Even though he's blind.
"Nudge!" he yelled. "Come here!"
I flew faster to catch up to him. He was fast. After all, he was older than me.
He flew away from Max and Fang.
"You seem kind of down today, Nudge. What's up?" He asked.
"I'm just in a thinking mood today." I said. He was silent. I continued.
"Like, what would a normal 12 year old be doing on a Sunday morning? Sleeping in, surfing the net, drooling over hot movie stars. Feeling safe. Not running from Erasers. I want to be normal." I said. He listened to me, his whitish eyes staring at a spot near my left shoulder. He understood what I was talking about. That's what I love about Iggy. He always listens. I could tell him anything. He understands me.
"Yeah," said Iggy. "Me too." We fell silent. Something else was bothering me.
"Iggy?" I asked. "Yeah, Nudge?" "Promise we'll never keep secrets from each other. Okay?" He smiled. "Okay."
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