I'm writing way to many fanfics.
Chapter 1
I looked out my window at the cloudless sky, picking out my favorite constellations. Even though it was 12 o' clock at night, I wasn't tired. I decided I might as well do something, instead of just sitting there. So, I decided to go flying.
I didn't know why I had wings. My mom was normal, so I definitely didn't get it from her. I always I assumed it was from my dad's side, but I could never be sure. See, my dad didn't exactly stick around after I was born. But, how else could I have wings?
I opened the window and jumped out, unfurling my wings. I loved flying. It was probably the best thing ever. I had only been flying for a couple of minutes when, to my surprise, I saw someone else flying several yards in front of me. After a minute, I decided to follow him, and maybe work up the courage to say something. Maybe.
I'd only been following him for a couple of minutes when he stopped. "Was there a point to following me, Max?"
"Who's Max?" I asked, assuming he'd mistaken me for someone else. Someone else with wings.
At that point, he turned around and looked at me. "Who are you?" he asked. He sounded less surprised than I thought he would.
"My names Charlie," I said, making sure to sound calm when really I was freaking out. "I live with my mom over there," I added, motioning towards my house.
"You were able to find your mom after you got out of the School?" he asked, starting to sound more surprised/confused.
"I've lived with my mom my whole life," I explained. "I've never heard of the school, and I don't know why I have wings. I always assumed there was something wrong with my dad. I can't be sure though, since I haven't met him."
"Do you know what your dad's name is?" he asked.
"Can I know your name first?" I said.
He sighed. I could tell by now that he was good at the 'I'm a rock with no emotion' thing, and the fact that he sighed meant he was annoyed with me. Really annoyed.
"My name's Nick," he said after a moment of hesitation.
"You're lying," I said, getting annoyed at him now.
"How do you know?" 'Nick' asked.
"It's something I've always been able to do," I explained. "That and you hesitated, and then told me a name without much protest. If you were planning on telling me you're real name, you would've asked why I wanted to know, said you're name wasn't important, that kind of stuff."
"Huh," he muttered. "How do you know that stuff?"
"My mom taught me," I told him. "She taught me how to fight too. I think she's afraid that someone will try to take me or something. She's real paranoid."
"My name's Fang," he said. "There's five other people like us, back at Dr. M's. You can come over tomorrow. I guess you should bring your mom too."
"My mom's out of town, and I'd love to come over," I said. "And I don't know my dad's real name, but his nickname was Fang. Weird that you two have the same name huh?" The only reason I added that last part was because when I said my dad's nickname was Fang, he freaked out. Or at least, I think he freaked out. It's hard to tell when someone is working that hard to stop you from figuring out what he's feeling at the moment.
"Or, since you're so hooked on talking, we could talk now," Fang said.
I smiled. Apparently I'd freaked him out enough that he wanted to wait to talk with his friends about me.
"Okay," I said. "Do you want to come back to my house to make sure we can avoid your friends?"
"Are you a mind reader too?" Fang asked. Something about the way he said it made me think that he knew a mind reader. Scary.
"No," I said, noticing that he looked relieved after I said that. "I'm just good at reading people."
With that, I started flying back towards my house. I didn't look back, but I could hear him flying after me. I got to my window and pulled it open and slipped back into my room. I turned on the light, and turned back towards the window and saw Fang that Fang had already come in and was closing the window.
"These are my mom's diaries," I said, walking over to my desk, opening the secret compartment I'd built into it, and pulled out six different sized journals. "This is the one she kept when she was pregnant with me. There's a lot of stuff about a some scientists and a place called the School. There's a guy named Jeb Batchelder who's mentioned a lot too. I was never able to make much since of it."
"Does your mom know you have these?" Fang asked, starting to flip through the journal I handed him.
"Why do you think I made a secret compartment in my desk for them?"
"Good point," he muttered, sitting down on my bed and reading one of the entries. "Have you read all of these?"
"Cover to cover," I said, sitting down next to him. "I'm missing one of her journals though. She's hidden it somewhere where I can't get to it."
"Hmmm," he muttered, focusing more on the journal.
I watched him for a moment, and then started to realize I was really tired. Without really thinking about it, I moved so that I was laying my head on Fang's shoulder. He didn't say anything when I did it, so I assumed it was alright. The last thing I remembered before falling asleep was thinking that Fang looked a whole lot like my mom.
I'll try to update Old Habits Die Hard sometime this week. Hopefully. Maybe. If I finish my algebra homework. Why i decided to take an ninth grade math course when i'm in eighth grade i have no idea.
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