I don't own Maximum Ride. She'd probably run away anyhow. She has a tendancy to do that. I have me up with them in Tulsa when we were on vacation... Any way heres the story.
Fierce. You do not know the meaning of that word until you've met my flock.
Determination. See above.
Utter wreck of self pity and denial- Me, Maximum Ride.
But honestly, can you say that you blame me? Anyone? Yes, you in the back. Oh yeah thats the answer. No. We've seen terrors that you wouldn't imagine (Or at least, you shouldn't) in your worst nightmares but right now, my fierce, determined flock was bawling right along with the me, the utter wreck, as I ate my way through a carton of Ben and Jerry's that was at least forty percent tears by now.
For those of you who haven't kept up with the amazing adventures of the Flock, then I'll bet you have absolutely no idea of what I'm talking about. Here, I'll even give you the not so depressing version of what just happened to us. Take you're very essence, have someone rip this away from you, mix in an annoying rebound guy and a demented seven year old, bake at 350 for fourteen years and you have exactly what I'm going through. Bon Appetite.
God bless Iggy. Him and my mom are the only thing that kept my flock going this last week. These past few days, I've only slept, watched Hulu, and cried. Now I hate myself for that. Its a wonder the house didn't spontaneously combust! But now, I'm back. I'm me. And I'm going to live on if it kills me gosh darn it!