MAX AND BELLA'S BROKEN HEARTED BAND.

MAX P.O.V. Chapter 2

I was flying for a long time. I don't know exactly how long, but I was alerted by a drop of rain, and then another. Soon it was full blown storming. Then I felt it. The sharp crackle of electricity in the air. A metallic taste filled my mouth. My mind had just realized what was happening when I felt thousands of Volts of electricity surge through my veins. Then I felt the pain. I was vaguely aware that I was on the ground, my wings must have folded in. My arms were at an odd angle. I look at the rusty orange truck that had pulled up. There was a bumper sticker that read" Forks Washington; where it sprinkles so you don't sparkle" a medium sized Girl with shoulder length brown hair and eyes that looked exactly like mine steped out of the cab. She saw me in a crumpled heap and immediately went to my side. I was thankful that my wings were pulled in. But. I never our my jacket on. What if she sees them?

"Max. You have gotten a new power. Your wings can turn into tattoos and they will fold out again as soon as you want them too." Oh joy. The voice is back. But at least it gives relatively good advice.

During my little rant inside of my head, she must have lifted me into that truck. I heard her talking on the phone. Something about somewhere called La Push. Then, as I felt the tuck start to move, I gave myself to the darkness.

Hey guys. I wanted you to know I adopted this story from Rockets521. I'll do what I do with my other story's on it. Wish me luck.

Fly On,

Peace Out,

ChyChy.