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Disclaimer: James Patterson, unfortunately, owns Maximum Ride. -sighs- Oh well. I however, own this plot, and if you steal it I will be forced to come to your house and watch you. Constantly.
I was awakened by a soft, gentle shaking, and something licking my face.
"Mmhmm." I mumbled. I heard low chuckling, and then the lights were flipped on.
"Ahh!" I screeched. "It burns!" I burrowed underneath the covers, but I soon felt tickling fingers and the loud bark of an excited dog.
"Mom!" I groaned, flipping over onto my bag, than instantly flipping back because of my wings. My mother laughed, and I finally opened my eyes to meet her dark brown ones. She smiled.
"Get up," she said, smiling. "You've got school." I grumbled some more, but eventually, I did flip back the covers, shivering as the cool, Washington air reached my arms. It was mid-fall by now, and the air was chilly—I would have to wear a jacket to school today, over my usual hoodie and jeans.
"What's for breakfast?" I asked as I hopped down the stairs and positioned myself on one of the schools at the kicthen island. Mom examined the stove.
"Um..." she said, biting her finger-nail, a bad habit for her. I'd been trying to break it for years. I sighed, and laughed.
"Do want me to make it?" I asked, smiling. Mom, smiling sheepishly, nodded.
"We only have one frying pan left, and I don't want to burn it..." I grinned and got a carton of eggs from the refrigerator. Mom got a carton of milk and poured it into two glasses.
I loved my mom, I really did, but I would be the first to admit that she had problems. She had never told me very much about her old life, but I knew that twenty-four years ago, she had been created in what she called a "cesspool of evil," or, the School. I knew that when she was fourteen, they took her DNA, and the DNA of her best friend, a man named Fang, and created me. My mommy stole me, and named me Shadow. She said it reminded her of my father, somehow. She said I looked a lot like him, but I wouldn't know. I've never met him. But she says he was tall, and had long, dark hair, and eyes as impenetrable as a brick wall, and big, black wings, that turned almost purple in the sunlight. Whenever mom would talk about him, she would get sort of dreamy-eyed, and then change the subject. I think she still loves him, in a way. Sometimes, at night, when I would have a bad dream, she would tell me about her adventures as Maximum Ride, incredible bird girl, saving the world one maniac scientist at a time. I would giggle at the parts when her two friends Iggy and the Gasman would blow things up, and when little Angel would mind control people, and when Nudge would draw metal objects to her. I loved hearing about how they defeated the Erasers, and the Flyboys, and Mr. Chu. I loved hearing it all, and I especially loved hearing about my father. I knew I'd inherited my dark, seven foot long wings form him, a well as my dark eyes. My hair, though, was from my mother—light brown, so light it was almost blonde, with lighter streaks of blonde all around my head. She called me her Dark Angel, but in a loving way. I knew that I was the only thing that she had that was a link to her old life. The one she had before she ran away with me to Washington. She's done a great job raising me, but I know she does have problems. She jumps at the smallest noises, and she never lets me go outside by myself, even if I am six years old. She hates the sound of birds flapping their wings outside, and the smell of lasagna. But I love her anyway, and she loves me.
"Maggie, off the couch!" Mom called to our dog Maggie, a little Yorkshire Terrier, as she jumped onto our old and tattered couch. When Maggie didn't move, Mom just rolled her eyes and put the chocolate mix into our milks. Maggie suddenly whimpered, and jumped off the couch to cower behind me. Mom cocked her head, listening, and then suddenly, the house exploded.
All right then, so we know that Shadow is Max and Fang's daughter, but the school created her, so Max and Fang didn't conceive her. It's just for the sake of the plot, because I don't like the stories where Fang gets Max pregnant. This one's all on the school. So, R&R chickies, don't be shy. I read all my reviews as soon as they pop up in my inbox, and it makes my heart get all mushy and gushy inside. Thank'ee very much!!