Prolouge-
This story is a short one, only a few chapters, I don't want to go into a lot of depth. Anyways, Dylan is dead, and the Flock is back home in the states in their new house. Nudge brings up Christmas, and convinces Max to celebrate. It takes place after Nevermore. Nobody is dead in the flock, well except for Dylan.
It's a lot more interesting then it seems, so please read! I hope to get many reviews, and hope to finish this story and not leave it hanging.
ONE MORE THING- CAN ANYONE, AND I MEAN ANYONE, HELP ME TO PUT THIS UNDER A CATEGORY NEXT TIME? I HAVE NO IDEA! I CANT FIND MAXIMUM RIDE, OR WHEN I DID MY ONE SHOT FOR RUE, I COULDN'T FIND HUNGER GAMES. I WOULD BE SO THANKFUL IF YOU TOLD ME HOW!
I'm also going to be writing what happens right after Nevermore in a complete separate story, so I'm excited for that! Please tell your friends about my story!
Happy Holidays!
~StayClovely
A Maximum Christmas
Chapter 1:
Now don't go and think this whole story is about me being like Scrooge or the Grinch or crap like that, and people of the past, present, and future visiting me in my sleep. Because that would be a very crappy story my friend. It's just a simple story of how the Flock and I spent our holiday season- half of it blowing up things, but whatever. (blame it on the seven-year-old and fourteen-year-old downstairs.) It starts only 2 freaking days before Christmas when Nudge told us all regular kids celebrate Christmas.
"What?! Two days before Christmas? Nudge, that's crazy!" I tell her, picking up one of Iggy's homemade sausages.
"But Max, we can decorate, and get presents, and bake cookies, and get a tree, and sing Christmas carols, and-"
"Woah there, Nudge, don't you think that's a lot to do in 2 days?" I interrupt her from her daydream.
"You like, saved the world in two days.." she mumbles, twirling her hair in and out of her fingers.
"Point taken. Fine, but you have to tell us about this "Christmas" okay?" I answer, sitting down on the couch next to Gazzy.
"Hey! That's my seat!" says Total, our talking dog. Yeah, you must of thought I was delusional when I said that, but yeah on our adventures, we picked up a talking dog. With wings. Long story.
"I'm not moving for a dog." I snap, and lean back on the couch.
"Fine. Then I'll sit on your lap then," Total happily says, and jumps up on my lap.
"FANG! ANGEL! GET YOUR BUTTS IN HERE, NUDGE HAS TO TELL US SOMETHING EXTREMLY, UH, IMPORTANT!" I shout. They come skidding in through the hallway, in their pajamas. I couldn't hold my snicker. I mean, I've seen Fang in pajamas, but this time, it was funnier. Why? Because he had whip cream, feathers, and peanut butter all over his face. I didn't even have to ask who did it, because pranks only came from two idiotic people in this house-the two boys next to me dying of laughter.
"Sit down guys. Nudge wants to celebrate Christmas." I say, like she had these ideas every day. And trust me, most of the time she did.