I don't own Maximum Ride...
Dead bodies littered the ground, covered in ashes. It was a mix of Erasers, Fly Boys, and Humans.
The humans were wearing white coats.
I should be celebrating. Jumping for joy. My enemies are gone. I just helped save the world. Angel thought, as she stood by Max and the others. They were watching the building burn.
But as Angel stared at all the lives lost, she didn't feel like she should rejoice.
9 years later.
Angel groaned, as her alarm went off. She clumsily hit the snooze button. She accidently hit it too hard, spewing pieces of the clock everywhere.
Oops. Forgot I was a stronger than an average human. Angel thought, then bitterly laughed.
She wasn't a human. She was a bird freak. She could read and control minds, breathe underwater, shape shift, and she had wings.
She wasn't human at all.
Angel trudged down the hallway, to wake up Gazzy. They were the only two still living with Dr. Martinez. The rest of the Flock were either in college, or had finished college and started a life of their own. Even Ella had moved out the house, away at college. Gazzy was a senior in high school, prepared to go to college after he graduated.
Soon, it would just be Angel.
"Gazzy, time to go to school." Angel said, as she gently shook her brother, then quickly stepped back.
Gazzy jumped up, and immediately put himself in a fighting stance. He relaxed when he saw Angel standing by the door.
"Geez, Angel. Gave me a heart attack." He said.
Angel laughed. "I wake you up every morning, you always jump up in attack, and you say the exact thing every time."
Gazzy shrugged. "Force of habit."
Angel couldn't help but agree. Being on the run made everyone in the Flock light sleepers and alert at all times.
Some things, you just can't change.
Angel headed back to her room to get dressed. She hated school, but was determined to finish it. If Max could get a scholarship to college, so could she.
Angel sighed, as she dug for clothes in her pink dresser. Everything in her room was pink, from the walls to the mattress. Angel hated it. Yeah, she liked the color when she was young, but now she was sixteen. She needed something more grown up.
"Gazzy! Angel! Breakfast is ready!" Dr. M called.
Angel pulled on some clothes, and headed down stairs.
Angel quickly walked down the hallway, ignoring the stares and whispers. Her wings pressed tightly to her back. She didn't really see the point though, all the students knew she had them.
It's the bird girl.
She's creepy, with her mind control and all.
Freak.
She's a mutant.
She has like super strength. Wouldn't want to mess with her.
Freak.
Freak.
Freak.
Angel sighed, and squeezed her eyes shut. This was why she hated school. She had tried to block out the thoughts, but there was too many. Her head would start to hurt after a while.
There was a time where Angel was glad she had wings. Glad she could read minds, and breathe underwater. The kids had even thought it was cool, in elementary school. They thought she was amazing. But, as the children grew and their minds matured, they started to think otherwise. They would tease her, pick at her feathers, think horribly mean thoughts when she came around. They would bully her constantly, until Angel was so fed up with it, she punched her main torturer, Bea, in the face.
Bea was the Mayor's daughter.
Angel was almost expelled.
Are those her wings sticking out?
Angel pressed her wings tightly to her back. She kept her head down, as she opened her locker.
Stay away from her. She might hurt you.
She's a freaky mind controller.
How could she have saved the world? Looks kinda pathetic to me.
Angel gritted her teeth as she gave the boy who thought that a death glare.
Call me pathetic one more time, bitch. Angel snarled, as she sent the boy her thoughts.
The boy gulped, and quickly walked away.
A freak.
Loser.
A charity case.
She's a mutant. She can shape shift.
She's beautiful.
Angel whipped her head up to see who had thought that. It was a boy she didn't recognize, probably new. He had dark brown hair, and tan skin. He was tall and lean, but had some muscles. He had mesmerizing gold eyes, and a gaze so intense it seemed to pierce through your skin.
They made eye contact for a moment, before Angel quickly looked away. Heat rose to her cheeks.
He probably wasn't even thinking of me, anyway. Angel thought, as she hurriedly headed to class.
"Hey, Angel!"
Angel turned around to see her two best friends, Katherine and Giovanni.
"Hey, Kat. Hey, Gio." Angel said with a grin.
The group of three were all misfits. Gio was gay. He had blonde hair, and green eyes. He wasn't girly or anything, in fact, he was quite masculine. He was handsome, with ripped muscles and played a bunch of sports. But, sadly, being gay was like holding a big sign that said "Bully me". Angel never understood why. So what he was gay? So what he didn't like the opposite sex?
Kat was a quirky, strange, bubbly girl. She was also from the UK, and though her accent was slowly fading, it was definitely still there. She was gorgeous, with her slim body, brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was also extremely smart, being in all advanced classes and the math team.
Angel was Angel. A mutant freak. With mind powers and pale white wings. Though Kat had always said Angel was pretty, with her bright blue eyes and long golden curls, Angel never believed it.
"Shall we go to lunch, my fair man and lady?" Kat asked.
Angel giggled as Gio took a bow. "We shall."
Kat slipped both of her arms between Angel and Gio's, and they walked towards the cafeteria.
Angel crinkled her nose at the school's meatloaf. Even Max could cook better than this.
"Ew. This is so disgusting." Kat said.
Angel nodded, and picked at the meatloaf with her fork. "Exactly what I was about to say."
Gio grinned, as he pulled out his lunch box. "That's why you gotta pack your own lunch."
Kat rolled her eyes. "You mean get your mum to pack you some lunch?"
Angel laughed. She felt as if someone was staring at her, and looked up from her tray. There, was the boy from this morning, heading towards the three's deserted table in the back. His golden eyes seems to light up, as they made eye contact.
"Hey." He said, as he arrived at their table. "My name's Kaden. Kade, for short."
He's hot. Angel heard Gio think, and she stifled a giggle.
He's pretty cute. She thought back, making Gio blush.
Damn. Forgot about your mind reading for a minute there.
Kat raised her eyebrows in question, knowing that Angel was talking to Gio in his head, but then turned to Kade.
"My name's Kat." She said. "That's Angel and Gio."
"Hey." Kade said, but his gaze never left Angel's.
There was a brief moment of silence, and Angel couldn't help but think how his eyes seemed to light up with energy, glimmering with emotions.
"Well don't just stand there." Kat said. "Sit down! But, be warned, we aren't really nice people."
Kade laughed, as he slid into the seat next to Kat's, and across from Angel's. "I beg to differ."
So, Gio thinks, and I quote, "He's hot." Angel thought, sending it to Kat.
Kat stifled a giggle. He kind of is, though.
Angel grinned.
"Gio makes Kade sound somewhat normal." Kade joked.
Angel laughed, but didn't say anything. She was too caught up in Kade's eyes.
"Well, it's hard to top off Giovanni." Gio said with a grin.
Kade looked back at Angel. "Aren't you-"
"Kade! What are you doing hanging with freaks like those? Come sit over here!" Bea called.
Angel sighed. Of course Bea would have eyes on Kade. Not that Angel cared of course. She didn't have time for boys.
Kade looked conflicted on what to do.
"Go." Angel said. "She's right, anyways."
Kade looked at her in surprise. "No she's not-"
He was dragged away by Bea, and ended up sitting at the "popular" table.
Angel groaned in frustration, as she worked on her math homework. She was sitting at her (pink) desk, her pale wings spreading out behind her. Though she was smart, and was in advanced classes, Angel had to work to stay in them, unlike Kat, who aced them easily.
Angel couldn't seem to focus. She kept on thinking about Kade. Did he know about her? Did he know what she was? Was he thinking about her earlier that day? Or was he thinking about someone else? Bea, perhaps? Bea definitely was beautiful, with a perfect figure, light brown hair, and grey eyes. Angel seemed to dull in comparison, with her blue eyes, non-existent figure, and baby face. Angel thought looked like a child, while Bea could easily pass as 18 or older.
There was one thing Angel liked about her appearance though, and that was her hair. She had long, golden ringlets that ended at the middle of her back.
Angel shook her head. She couldn't think about boys. She needed to take advanced classes, and have perfect grades, so she could get a scholarship. Angel had dreams of going to Harvard, majoring in law. Angel thought she would be a pretty good lawyer, even without her mind control.
Angel sighed, and went back to work.
This story just kind of popped into my head. I thought that maybe I should write something different, since so many stories are about Max and Fang. Not that there's anything wrong with that of course. I love faxness :3
Sorry, I'm not going to be updating this regularly... my main focus right now is Raised by Hard Love. So expect some time gaps between chapters.
I hope you guys like it! I'm a bit unsure if it, because writing in the third person point of view is something I never do.
Please review! It would make my day :)
~awkotaco14