A/N – So I am so hyped about this FanFic because I am a lot more prepared and excited about it. It might seem like a play-off of Dear John, but that's not where the inspiration came from. Mainly, it was based off of Pretty Little Liars – everyone has a secret, but the others don't know about it. Also, this story's quote plays a big role in the outcome of it:

"Two can keep a secret if one of them is dead."

I don't know where it came from, but it's in a catchy song. I put up a new poll that concerns my other story, A Flock is a Family, which I am debating whether I should finish it or not.

Disclaimer: I am writing on a fan's website, which the real author of Maximum Ride wouldn't want anything to do with.

Max rubbed her forehead with her sweaty hands and wiped her tears away with the sleeve of her loose gray sweater. Picking up the pen, she finally thought she had the courage to complete the task she had been trying to do for days. Expressing herself; it wasn't something she did easily. But if she took the oath to do this, to finally write everything down on paper, then she could do anything. Taking a deep breath, she began to write.

Dear Fang- 6/20/2010

Screw you. I hate you. You suck. Go die in a hole. I hope rabid octopi eat you. May the force of death be with you. I want you DEAD.

These are all things that the Flock, people you used to care about, say daily whenever you come up in conversation. Mostly they come from the G-rated mouths of Angel and Gazzy, and sometimes Nudge, but the things Iggy and I say are far worse. We use language you would NEVER be able to use. You're such a wuss. A baby. I guess this tough, no-tolerance, bad-ass life is too hard for you. You were afraid you'd break a nail. Well, hear this, bub: I hope everything in your body breaks. Including your nails.

How does it feel to be so hated?

*Silence*

Okay, FINE; maybe we don't hate you that much. I mean, don't get me wrong; we're all furious. Iggy went into a crazy rage the other day, screaming about hoping your eyes would burn and that your skin would fall apart, bit by bit, slowly, so that the pain would kill you. Nudge had painted you a picture she was going to give you on the day of Total and Akila's wedding, but after you left, she stabbed your picture with knives. Yes, I did offer them to her. Gazzy writes long essays about how to kill you that only lunatics could come up with. And Angel, don't even get me started. I mean, she did almost overtake me as leader of the Flock, right?

Mostly we just miss you. Namely me. I cry hourly, and scream your name in hopes you'd come running, and dream about you kissing me passionately. I've tried over and over again to find out the truth, your big secret: why did you leave? I guess it's only fair to say I have secrets, too, a really big one, but I won't share it with you until you share yours with me. It's only fair.

I've been trying fairly hard to bring everyone back together by coming up with "family activities". Everyone is basically locked up in their rooms all day, plotting vengeance or your death penalty or, like me, crying. Last week, I finally had an idea that I presented to the Flock only yesterday.

"You want us to keep journals?" Iggy had said at my request. He, like everyone else, was stunned, and their mouths fell open.

"Yes," I said, standing tall. I mean, I am still the leader. I could do whatever I wanted. "It's a good way to express how we're feeling, and you must right an entry every day. When you're done, you give them to me so I can go over them." With that said, I gave each kid a Moleskin notebook I had picked up from Barnes and Nobles.

Flipping it over in her hands, Angel had smiled and agreed. Everyone else followed suit sheepishly.

"Now," I exclaimed, and clapped my hands together. "Just because he left doesn't mean we can't still enjoy each other's company and be depressed all day. I have big calendar," – I pulled out a monthly calendar I also bought – "and we're going to make a schedule. We each get a day, including Dylan and Total, and you get to pick what we do on each day."

Yes, in case you were wondering, Dylan still lives with us. He's been very supportive since you left, and has taken on second-in-command well. And yes (again), I do hope that makes you feel jealous.

After everyone was assigned a day, we picked out activities and I wrote down our weekly plan. Here is what it looks like:

Sunday (Dylan Day): Church at 10:25, Sunday brunch at Brick's Parlor, Church Youth Group at 5:00 (Dylan was created to be a Godly person.)

Monday (Angel Day): Lemonade Stand from 11:00-1:30, community carnival the afternoon, watch WifeSwap until bed

Tuesday (Nudge Day): Sleep in until noon, go shopping at the mall, ice cream sundaes at Cold Stone

Wednesday (Iggy Day): Trip to the bomb squad base, find their Top Secret files to (ILEGALLY) steal a bomb "recipe", purchase the (LEGAL) supplies at The Science Emporium (the ILEGALL supplies we get from a friend; "I know a guy," he says), build and blow up bomb

Thursday (Total Day): Leisure walk on the beach, picnic lunch by the shore, candlelit dinner (He's a real romantic after the marriage.)

Friday (Gazzy Day): Sleep (He's MUCH more mature than Iggy.)

Saturday (My Day): Go to the park, visit the library where everyone must check out one book, read for the afternoon, pizza and soda for dinner

The schedule was pretty much approved by everyone, and Gazzy agreed to be flexible with his insanely laid back day so that we could use it for day trips to the zoo or aquarium. After the meeting, the kids reported to their rooms with their journals to spend the rest of the day as they already were: in a depression.

You have pushed us to the limit, Fang.

With Love-

Max

Sealing her heart in the letter, Max stamped it and addressed it WHEREVER FANG IS. Kissing it once, she ran outside to hand it off to the mailman that was already there. She didn't expect it to ever reach him, but it comforted her to have an outlet to express herself.

A/N2 – If you want to make a account, music setlist, book cover, etc. for this story after you start getting into you, I will be immensely pleased. I'll even put your link on the top of my profile. Just give me the link to whatever you made so I can post it.

I know some of you may not think this story seems very interesting because of this first chapter. But I needed to start somewhere, so everything in this chapter was important.

Key points that will make a difference in the rest of the story: The Flock's death wishes for Fang, how Max has a secret, the way Max thinks Dylan has really stepped up to the plate as second-in-command, and the journals and calendars.

With Love-

JBC