Hey. Its me again…I keep writing because it is fun, and I enjoy it.
Voice 1: Noah-san, you're so dull at introductions….
Me: Get over your life!
Voice 2: You really are a retard, Noah-baka…For voice 1 to get over her life, you have to get over yours.
Me: Shut it!
Onlookers: What a weirdo…
Voice 3: Oh, by the way, Noah owns nothing…Not even her own mind anymore…
Me: …..
Chapter 1: "Crash landing"
Hello, folks. My name is Maximum Ride and I'm trying to find my flock. Yeah, they were captured while I slept. "Who took them?" you ask? The frickin' School, that's who! The School has been searching for us for awhile, now.
Well, I'm flying over a city. Not too sure what it's called. And I'm hungry. Boy, I sure haven't eaten in a while! And I can smell the food from 5,000 feet!
I lowered my altitude because someone was bound to shoot me down…
Whoop. Too late.
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When I woke up, I was on an unknown floor, and my head hurt. One wing felt like crap, the other felt even more like crap. I bolted up when I smelled pizza nearby. Sure, it made my wings hurt, but I got over it.
There was an open pizza box on the desk I nearly crashed into. Luckily for me, no one was around, so no one was gonna miss just one slice…or two…Okay, okay, three. What? I'm a hungry bird kid!
After eating the last bits of the third slice, I reached for the fourth but last piece…Only to hear the all too familiar click of a cocked gun pointed to my head. Story of my life….
When I turned around to see my soon to be executioner, it was a guy. With silver hair. Big muscles, but not Eraser like. And a face that women; unlike me; would drool over. He so needed a shirt on. "Have some decency and put a shirt on…" I commanded; while covering my eyes in disgust. Oh, did I mention, he was wearing weird cartoony boxers? Dude needs to grow up some…
Anyway, my insult made his eye twitch. He was so aggravated. It was kind of funny actually. "Oh, and make to put on a pair of pants, too." I continued to tease. He probably was iching to pull the trigger by now.
"Are you demon?" he finally asked. I scratched my head.
" If you are referring to the demons in the Bible, in a way, yeah. But, I'm still human." I explained. Yes, folks. That was sarcasm. He tilted his head to the side and arched an eyebrow in confusion.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked. I just threw my head back and laughed.
"It means, I'm an artificial freak of nature that has wings. Formally known as, 'Avian American'." I explained. Again, sarcasm.
Life gets better and better for me, doesn't it?
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Sorry to keep that one hanging, guys. It was almost time for mom to wake up.
Enjoy and please review.