Ugh. It's only Thursday. Why isn't it Friday?! Oh well. At least the Phillies are playing against the Dodgers. GO PHILLIES!!!!!! (I'm a Phillies phan if you couldn't tell)

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Alone

Max's POV

I took my cup of hot tea and paid the man that worked behind the register at the Dunkin' Dounuts. I looked at the date on the paper that was on the counter and it said, "September 14, 2013," which means that it's been two and a half weeks since my family died.

Right now, Total and I are about to get on a plane from Phoenix, Arizona that will take us to the Philadelphia airport. From there it will land in Berlin, Germany, where I will go to the Director to get some answers.

I'm currently in the waiting room, waiting to get on my first class seat. The plane doesn't leave for about half an hour, so we won't start boarding for another fifteen minutes. I guess this would be a good time to go over what's happened in my life.

Well, for starters, I turned eighteen about a month before the Flock was sentenced to their death. So that means that Fang and I had been together for roughly four years.

After we "saved the world," the Flock as a whole decided to settle down. So we bought a house in a secluded area in the southwestern part of New Mexico. It was only a couple hours' flight from our house to my mom's house, so we visited her and Ella often. And since Fang, Iggy, and I were not "legal guardians" of the younger three, my mom and Jeb would pop in on us from time to time. That was the only way that we could live on our own and go to school.

We started school in a public school, which, thankfully, didn't have a Head Hunter. Fang, Iggy, and I were fifteen at the time, so we were sophomores in high school.

Nudge was thirteen, so she was in the eight grade at the middle school, along with Gazzy who was in sixth grade.

Angel, my baby, was seven, so she was in second grade.

By the time we started school, people knew our faces and knew what was special about us. Sure, a few of them asked questions about our wings and our life in the School, but none of them made fun of us, or treated us differently. We were just regular kids that lived a different childhood than most people.

Iggy, Fang, and I had graduated high school last May. Iggy had a scholarship to New Mexico State University, which was about twenty minutes from where we lived. He would have been freshman this year and would have started culinary classes last Thursday. Fang and I didn't plan on going until we were in our early twenties.

"Max," Total whispered from my backpack, which is resting by my feet. "When are we going to get on the plane? I'm dying in here."

"Soon," I said quietly into my backpack, pretending to be looking for something. "I think in about five minutes."

Where was I? Oh yes, Nudge. Nudge was sixteen and would have started her junior year in high school. She was so excited to start school once she got her schedule in the mail.

Gazzy was fourteen and would have started as freshman in high school.

And last but not least, my little baby Angel who wasn't so much of a baby anymore. She was twelve and would've started as a seventh grader at the middle school in our district.

Oh, I miss all of them so, so much. If I were in a little closet by myself, I would be crying until I had no more tears. But, since I'm not alone and I have to keep myself together for my next journey, I can't do that.

"Will all passengers on Oceanic flight 815, please start boarding?" The lady at the front desk near the gate to the plane called over the loudspeaker. A/N: If any of you can guess what TV show I got Oceanic flight 815 from, I will give you double virtual cookies.

"That's us, Total," I said, getting my boarding pass out from my pack. "Here we go."

Was it okay? I tried to make it not so boring, even though it was just a filler chapter. I thought that it was okay, but I probably shouldn't have written this during the NCLS game. (Yes, I am a huge Phillies fan. I LOVE COLE HAMELS!!)

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