Heyo! I'm still writing Broken Soul, im just having trouble finding out what to write for it. So yeah. I hope you like! Feel free to give your honest opinion.
Me no own Maximum Ride, seriously if you want to know who owns it look and see who the author of the book is.
"Hey world, it me."
Yup, he was talking to the world. While no one was around to hear him. Wow, now he was somewhat depressed. Then again, he had always been an odd ball. Not the kind of odd ball that eats mashed potatoes with ketchup, or ham with a mix of ranch and hot sauce. Well he did like that last one but that's not the point.
Fang Nicholas Moore scrambled out of his covers. He perched on the edge of his bed only clad in his socks, a pair of lose fitting jeans and a random, sweat stained shirt that he found deep in the recesses of the cave that is the underside of his bed. Oh yeah, he was smooth like that. His dark room with blinded windows and closed door made it pitch black. All he could see was the red lights from his clock.
He dug his sock covered feet into the mattress and leaped off the bed at said clock. His hand slammed into the infernal contraption just as the annoying ringing started blaring from it.
"That was a jump a freaking pole vaulted would have been proud of!"
Nope, not gloating about that awesomeness at all.
He hopped up from the ground and began bouncing on the balls of his feet. He could almost feel the gears in his head turning as his brain worked to get rid of early morning cobwebs. His obsidian eyes flicked back and forth in an almost crazed manner. This was it, this was it!
"Hello people from all around the world!" He suddenly said in a fake announcer's voice, "we have a great show for you today!"
He walked around his room, gathering clothing items that looked somewhat clean. He gave each item a good sniff to make sure the body odor on them wasn't too noticeable. He quickly stripped and put on each new piece of cloth. As he slipped his head through the head hole of his shirt an 'ah ha!' moment came. He sprinted across the room and onto his bed. Falling to his knees, he leaned over so he could see under his bed.
"There you are you stupid piece of snot!"
Reaching out, he grabbed onto a tube of plastic. He popped open the cap, only to be disappointed by the moldy deodorant. He shrugged and threw the deodorant at the wall. Who needed that stuff anyway?
"Now folks, it's time for the main event!" He said in the fake voice. He dug his feet into the dirty carpet and stared at his closed door, "let's see how fast a teen boy can get ready for school!"
Fang waited for the fake gun to shoot before sprinting out of his room. He ran down the hall and stopped once in the kitchen, his socked feet sliding on the tile floor. He grabbed two pieces of bread and stuck them into the toaster.
Only for them to pop up again.
"Oh come on."
He grabbed onto the handle to the toaster and slammed it down again. Only for it to pop up right away. Again. He grabbed the handle and slammed it down again. Only for the same thing to happen. He repeated the action, and so did the toaster.
"Come on you stupid thing!"
He held onto the handle and slammed it down with all his might, and it stayed! He couldn't help but do a little jig right there in the kitchen, not caring a bit about how stupid he must look.
Pop!
He froze, his dark eyes narrowing. Oh, it did not just do what he thought it did. He furiously looked over to the stupid piece of machinery to see the bread sticking out of it. Uncooked.
"OK, that's it!"
He picked up the toaster, the plug coming out of the wall with it, and then proceeded to chuck it across the room. A smirk pulled at his lips as he looked at the destroyed toaster on the floor. That is until he realized that he now had no way of getting breakfast. He let out a puff of air and looked around to see if there was anything edible in the house. Seeing that there happened to be absolutely nothing, he shrugged, flipped off the toaster, and slung his backpack over his shoulder. Another day another nickel.
Slamming his house door behind him, Fang began his journey to the place where the devil lived. No need to lock the door. His parents could deal with it if a robber came. He looked down at the ground as he walked, purposefully hopping over every crack he found.
"Step on a crack and ya break your momma's back." He muttered to himself.
He was doing a pretty good job at it, until someone shoved him from behind. He saw the world tip at a weird angle before he fell face first into the pavement. At first he was confused as to why his hands and knees hurt, and then he heard laughter from above him. His eyes narrowed in anger and he slammed his bleeding hands onto the pavement and started to push himself off the ground.
Only to be slammed back down.
He could feel a shoe with someone's foot in it pushing down right between his shoulder blades, effectively keeping him down on the pavement.
"Is the little freak having trouble?" A voice cooed above him.
Fang groaned as he tried to get up again, but the kid only put more pressure on him to keep him down. He noticed that two red sneakers were in front of him. He let his eyes trail up until his gaze landed on the other teens face. The boy had brown hair and striking brown eyes.
A cheeky grin came on the boy's face, "maybe we should help it out?"
Fang could feel laughter vibrate down into his back from the boy that was holding him down.
"Why, I was just thinking the same thing."
The brown haired boy reared back his leg then snapped it forward into Fang's head. Spots instantly filled his vision and he could taste blood in his mouth. The next kick rammed into his stomach, effectively making him nauseous. Soon kicks and punches came raining down on him faster than he could even process. A gag left his lips as he felt bile rise into his throat.
It took him a couple minutes to realize that the boys had left. He stared at a wall for a good two minutes afterward as he waited for the dizziness to pass. Figuring out that it just wasn't going to go away, he forced himself to stand up. Checking his watch he found out pretty quick that he was laying on the ground longer than two minutes. He already missed first period.
"You are my sunshine; you make me happy when skies are grey." He murmured as he continued his walk to school.
