A/N: soo this is my VERY first FF! and it's for Maximum Ride. YAY! uhhh so no flames. i don't want to die. yeah, R&R please and thankyou!
OH and just so you know, it's not really MR. there is no max, iggy, gazzy, nudge, or angel. I KNOW, I KNOW. i hate it too, but i came up with this habit of wondering what it would be like if the flock all had separate stories. i had one for Max too, but this one was wayyy better. plus it's still jp's main idea, so i couldn't just write it and not acknowledge MR; andd so i figured i'd put it here. for YOU so read it. it's got Fang, so be happy. sort of. not. yes it does have Fang. just READ IT.
my main character is Maggie. i didn't mean it to have the same first 2 letters as Max or w/e, but i LOVE the name Maggie. not Margaret so much, but Maggie. yes. so that's her name.
just readdd!! r & r LOVE.
The Elements
Chapter 1
Maggie POV
I looked out my bedroom window to the cloudy sky, and realized it was going to snow tonight for the first time this winter.
Then I walked to the opposite side of the room and scanned what I consider my 'backyard.' It consisted of a grassy area surrounding my 'house,' then a beach, and a dock where my boat was tied up. Yes, I have my own boat. I live alone on Block Island, off the coast of Rhode Island. And, yes, I own my own house – more like my own shack – even though I'm only 18, almost 19. I decided not to go to college right out of high school, but I started writing a book instead.
For now, let's just say my dad is loaded, and I'm an only child. Mom died giving birth.
So anyway…
I flipped off my light, crawled into bed, and let the darkness take me….
Year: 1997
Age: 9
"Rain, rain, go away!"
"No, no, NO! Nicholas! You know I love the rain." I tilted my head up and closed my eyes, letting the rain droplets slide down my face. I absolutely loved the rain anytime of the year. But then again, I loved Nick too, even though we were only 9 years old.
Nicky came over and pecked me on the cheek. He looked up then too, but stuck his tongue out, tasting the sweet summer rain.
Then a crack of
thunder came along with a white sky for two seconds, and we both ran
into my house laughing.
Year: 1998
Age: 11
It was Christmas Eve, and Nick and I were watching cartoons on TV, curled up in a blanket on my couch.
"Hey, Maggie, why don't we go downtown and get some hot chocolate to make?" At the look on my face, he had to resort to begging. "Pleease…" Then he gave me the puppy dog look, with his big, dark chocolate eyes.
I sighed heavily. "Oh, all right. If it's that important."
It took 15 minutes to plod through the snow, since the sidewalks weren't all shoveled. On the way, I reminded him of the dollar I let him 'borrow.'
"So. Will I ever get it back?"
"No," he said smirking. "I bought us something with it."
"It was my money!!" He just kept walking, passive as ever, so I punched his arm.
He looked at me incredulously as he stopped walking in front of the pet shop.
I remembered the fact that you can adopt an animal for two dollars.
This time I screamed. "OH MY GOD!!" He smirked again and walked inside, and I just stood there, looking like an idiot.
When Nick came back out, I was gaping at the little black puppy in his arms. It matched Nick's hair perfectly. "Meet Fang. He's 10 months old."
I shrieked again, and took the dog from Nick, cradling him in my arms. I had always wanted a dog, but dad never let me. "It's too big a responsibility for a little girl like you." Poop-head. Fang licked my face and wriggled free of my grasp, jumping into the snow. As I grinned at Fang eating the snow, it hit me that Nick had just boughtus a puppy. I looked up to him and pounced, smothering his cheeks with kisses. Fang started pawing my leg, and I yelled, "thank you," and scooped Fang back into my arms, bouncing him up and down. For a moment I was mesmerized by Nick… he was smiling. He never smiles – usually just smirks a little. But now, he was grinning like a fool.
Year: 2000
Age: 12
Another winter was coming to a close, and now Fang was huge at the age of 3. Nick and I were both 12.
At the end of January, Nick came banging on the front door. When I opened it, I realized we were standing under mistletoe. Dad was too lazy to take it down…
Crap.
He saw it, too, and actually smiled. He quickly kissed me on the mouth before I could do anything. Then he started walking away and realized that I was glued to the floor. He smiled again, came back, and grabbed my hand pulling me forward.
We went behind the shed and he started taking off his coat and then shirt, after he said he needed to show me something. He had been muttering other things, like "gotta run." I immediately started to worry. He turned the other way so I could see his spine, and I saw that it was completely black. At first I thought he hurt himself, like it was black and blue like a bruise. But the black and blue was soft, like an animal. Strange much? Totally.
Before he could say anything, I saw his dad running towards us. He grabbed Nick over his shoulder and ran back to their house, obviously furious.
And again, I was rooted to the ground, unable to move.
But I had yet to find out that everything would be different from that moment on.
Year: 2000
Age: 13
Now fall was approaching, and I hadn't seen Nick for a whole 2 weeks.
Since the whole incident with his father, the only time I could see Nick was if his dad was there.
Neither of us had siblings or mothers… all we had was our dads and each other. Another week came and left when my dad got the life-changing phone call.
I listened closely by my father's office door, wishing it was Nick needing to talk to me or see me…
"Hello? – Oh yes, this is him."
I peeked in to get a better look. When I saw his face I knew something was wrong.
"No. No, that can't be right, officer… Oh my God. No. I mean, yes… Okay, I'll tell her. Yes. – Thank you, sir. Mmmhm. Goodbye."
My dad was actually crying. My dad. I had never seen this before. What could have happened that's so terrible that could make HIM cry??? I kept wondering this frantically over and over. Nick's face popped into my head… I was right.
Nick died. My life changed forever in that single moment. I could remember his face, his voice, his walk, his smell, his dark piercing eyes and black hair that hung over his eyes. [A/N: did NOT mean to rhyme there. lol
I cried myself to sleep for the first four nights. Each time, Fang would come in and jump onto the bed, curling up so that I could hold him through the night.
On the fourth morning, I woke up with my dad sitting next to me in the chair that had moved 2 nights ago. I realized that he had moved it and sat there for some time each night. He had rubbed my back in circles, coaxing me into sleep. Fang looked at me solemnly, probably wondering what the hell was going on and why he only had me now. Fang. My sweet Fang stayed with me.
Then I looked to the frame on the table next to my bed.
It was a photo of Nick kissing my cheek, me grinning stupidly, and Fang sitting in between us.
I bolted upright in bed with a mixture of sweat and tears covering my face and pillow. That picture. I still had it next to me. The only difference was that Fang had also left me now.
I got up and went back to my window. It was snowing.
The clock read 12:01 AM.
I wiped my face and said, "Merry Christmas, Saint Nick."