A/N: Jessica here. I only have two things to say besides the disclaimer:
1. I LIKE THIS CHAPTER.
2. CHEESE PUFFS ARE AMAZING.
I speak the truth.
A list of true statements: Cheese puffs are amazing, the sky is blue, orange juice comes from oranges, people have faces, we DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE. But we do own copies of the books.
Chapter Two: Meet the Flock of Crazies
Abby POV
Ok, so here's some things about me: First of all, I need at least a minimum of ten hours to not be tired. Second, I really, really hate being woken up before nine in the morning. Too bad Christine completely disregarded these two facts this morning. I was greeted by her bouncing on my bed, shouting, "The new movie with Zac Efron is out! OMG!"
Girly-girl much?
I groaned, looking at the clock. It was... seven?
I took a deep breath, trying not to be too cranky. "So you woke me up at the crack of dawn to tell me this?"
She grinned, and then turned invisible before I tackled her. Ugh, I just hate it when she does that.
I decided to lay back down and get some more sleep.
I guess I should explain a bit. You probably already know, but we're human-avian hybrids. That's just fancy talk for, "We've got wings, honey." The stories on how we got here are a little fuzzy though... Jessica can't remember anything. We all vaguely remember being kidnapped by the whitecoats, but we don't really remember experiences like school or friends. What we do remember is after our operations, though. We also remember the animal - excuse me - human cruelty we suffered.
The whitecoats provided us with food and a shelter, but that doesn't mean that we liked it. Living in a tiny dog cage kinda sucked. And the food wasn't exactly top-of-the-notch either. But we also were experimented on EVERY DAY. Getting a shot every once in a while isn't so bad, but imagine getting thirty a week. Long story short, none of us really appreciated being guinea pigs. So we decided to make a "daring escape!"
After we got out (courtesy of Matt and his uncanny knowledge of vents in the School), we got some money out of Matt's bank account. How did he remember everything about it? He wrote down all of the info on his shoulder. (Oh, and just an FYI - Matt is really strange. So for him, it's completely normal to write something on a body part other than his hand.) After doing so, we got a hotel, and we've been staying there for a week. It was the only hotel we could afford. And let me tell you - it has been a nightmare.
Without any success, I woke up and saw Noah sitting quietly like a good boy and watching TV. I love him. He's cute and sweet, and he's like a little brother to me. He looks nothing like Matt, his older brother - he's got green eyes and bright blonde hair. He's such a little guy. But we all love him, and sadly, this nine-year-old is the voice of reason in our flock. Matt has short brown hair, brown eyes, as skinny as a pole, and he's not even half an inch taller than me. But I am tall for a girl - 5'9". Blonde hair, blue eyes. I guess that's the only positive way I can describe myself.
Christine, however, is gorgeous. She's got blueish-greenish eyes and blondish-brownish hair. I'm surprised Matt hasn't made a move on her yet. Jessica has brown hair, blue eyes, and is a little... crazy. But still pretty cool.
After I rubbed my eyes a bit and watched the news with Noah a bit until Matt came in, holding a sleeping Jessica. He was singing the song "Dancing Queen" in the highest voice possible, and Jessica just slept through it. Poor Jessica... Being nocturnal and hanging with a... err... dayturnal flock is probably frustrating.
Matt plopped her on the bed and started dancing. Christine got un-invisible and started cracking up. I just stared, completely weirded out.
And this was our flock leader.
HOWEVER THE FIRST STATEMENT ABOUT THIS CHAPTER WAS FALSE. Sorry for the disappointment... Oh, and SOME people do NOT have faces because they were decapitated!
