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I HAD JUST FINISHED READING THE FILES ON FANG'S COMPUTER and I knew what I was going to do. I was going to find him. I couldn't just let him go. He was my Fang.
I crawled out from under my duvet and pulled on a pair of tattered jeans and a Paramore t-shirt that my mom got me.
I looked out the window and was relieved to see that it was night-time. Night-time + Flock = bed time. Flock's bed time + balcony = Max's great escape. See! I can totally do math!
I opened my bedroom door quietly, hoping that it wouldn't squeak like it did in every movie I've seen that involved a teenager sneaking out her house. Luckily, the door didn't squeak but a new problem had come to my attention. My sneakers were outside of Iggy and Gazzy's room. Iggy has the hearing of a hawk and Gazzy can wake up more energetically than anyone I've ever seen. So, I had to get my sneakers, put them on and get out the house.
Piece o' cake.
I carefully tiptoed over to my sneakers, trying not to make a sound. I wasn't going to put my sneakers on outside their room because what if I become all clumsy and fall over? That would go down really badly for two reasons. One, most of the Flock, excluding Gazzy, hated being woken up in the morning/night. Two, I hadn't moved from my room for a week so moving around at night would be, like, the most shocking thing since we were made.
I picked up my sneakers and sneaked all the way to the balcony, which took about ten minutes because, guess what? I'm paranoid!
I slipped on my sneakers and jumped off the balcony, opening my wings about one hundred feet away from the ground. I hadn't flown in over a week so it felt good to fly again, and have a destination. I knew where Fang would be. He didn't think that I would know where to find him but he was wrong. Once again, knowing Fang too well comes in handy.