ZOMG! I had eight reviews in such a little while! You guys rock! And they were good! I just wasn't expecting it!
Tank: I'd say I'm surprised, but I truly am not. It was pretty good.
Me: I know. Oh! More good news for my readers! JP has finally calmed down enough so I can take the tape off of his mouth. *rips off black duck tape*
JP: Ow. This girl is crazy!
Tank: I didn't know he has a British accent.
Me: *shrugs* I always think people are better with accents. Oh! Maybe you would be!
Tank: You woul- aw, Hell.
Me: Nah. *takes off his accent* Continuing with the story!
Disclaimer: I don't own MR, JP, or the world. But maybe I can use JP to rule the world. *grins evilly and starts to type something rapidly*
JP: What is she doing?
Tank: Welcome to my world
It had been a week since my wing incident. Valencia hadn't pushed it. She actually seemed to care. Now it was time for school. Joy! Note the mucho sarcasm. Small hallways, lots of people, P.E. Don't get me wrong, I'm plenty capable. It's just that you have to change in front of other people. And I've been to many schools and they all have the same reactions: Screams, gasps, whispers, teasing. And if that happens, someone gets hurt. They always do. I make sure of it.
You're probably curious as to why I haven't left yet. I promised my friend J.J I'd actually give these a chance. But that doesn't mean I have to make connections. We plan on leaving our old lives behind us when we get out of foster care. Just leave. Start new lives. If we're both still alive. I hope we are.
Fang pulled into the school parking lot in his car. Iggy and me ride to school with Fang from now on until Iggy gets his "well deserved" car.
I got out of the front seat. I had made Iggy sit in the back due to my claustrophobia. I shifted my messenger bag on my shoulder and started to walk towards the office with Iggy and Fang at my side. Everyone was staring.
I rolled my eyes and asked in a loud voice, "What do you think everyone is staring at?"
I got the satisfaction of seeing them blush beet red and turn away. I let my face show the tiniest smirk. Then it went back to impassive, like always.
I walked through the front doors and Iggy said, "C'mon, Max. I'll show you to the office." I looked to my left. There was a door with a big sign that said "Office".
"Yeah," I said. "Cause I really need your help." I didn't wait for him and walked in. I walked to the secretary, who's breasts probably weighed about ten pounds more than her brain. She had red hair and light green eyes. A few freckles painted her face, and she had a natural blush. I guess she's what you'd call pretty. You can imagine me shrugging here.
"Can I help you?" She asked in a high pitched shrill. She didn't have a ring around her finger. I can see why now.
"Yeah, I'm new and I need my schedule," I said.
"Name," she asked and started to type something into the computer.
"Harry Potter," I said in a flat voice. That bimbo actually typed it in the computer. Idiot.
"I'm sorry, you're not registered. Is there any other name you go by?"
Wow. She's dumber than I thought. "Yeah, Maximum Ride. It's my alias."
She typed that into the computer. "Ah, here you are." She pressed the print button and a humming started somewhere behind me. I turned around and a printer sat on a small table. I picked up the warm piece of paper and walked out of the office. I heard Ms. Bimbo huff and mutter something about "no thank you." Another shrug from me.
Fang and Iggy were waiting for me at the office doors. Stalkerish much?
"Hey," Iggy said.
I waved. "I just saw you two seconds ago."
He rolled his eyes. "You need me to show you around?"
"No, the school's pretty small. I'm sure I can make my way around."
"Alright," he said and walked to his locker.
"See ya," I said to Fang.
He gave me a glance and walked away. I looked at the locker numbers and started to count. Three-o-five, three-o-six, three-o-seven.
"Hey, new girl!" a shrill voice called. Just ignore it, just ignore it, I chanted to myself. Three-o-eight, three-o-nine.
"New girl! I'm talking to you!" the voice called again. I ignored it. Three-ten, three-eleven.
Then the unthinkable happened. The mysterious voice put its hand on my shoulder. I stopped and stiffened. I could see Iggy and Fang at there lockers with looks of horror plastered over their faces. I took a deep breath and calmly took the hand off of my shoulder and swooped under it. I put my hand behind the elbow and pushed. The scream that came next would give children nightmares for years.
I whispered in the girl's ear, "Don't. Touch. Me." With so much hatred and steel that it would make a grown man cry. I let go of the arm of the bright haired girl and she fell to the ground. (A/N: That's Lissa. I didn't want to go into detail because Max doesn't look back. At least, not yet.)
"Wuss," I said. "It's not even broken."
I continued down the lockers. Three-twelve, three-thirteen. Ah. Here we are. Three-thirteen. I opened my locker and dumped all my stuff into it. I wasn't really planning on going to class. Where'd you here that from?
Fang walked up to me. "You you're probably gonna get a detention for that."
I shrugged. Like it matters. The bell rang.
Fang said, "Well. We better get to class."
"Bye." He rolled his eyes and walked off. I stayed put, pretending to be looking for something in my locker. When he was finally to where he couldn't see me I walked over to the back doors, where I saw a small flower garden.
I walked out of the school and to a little marble bench that rested under a shaded tree. I pulled out this handy dandy little iPod Valencia had given to me and turned it on. All Around Me, by Flyleaf started.
My hands are searching for you
My arms are outstretched towards you
I fell you on my fingertips
My tongue dances behind my lips, for you
This fire rising through my being
I a fire I'm not used to seeing
I'm alive
I'm alive
I can feel you all around me,
Thickening the air I'm breathing
Holding on to what I'm feeling
Savoring this heart that's healing
My hands float above me
You whisper that you love me
And I begin to fade
Into our secret place
I heard a small rustling sound and I turned off the music. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the noise around me. The footsteps weren't very quiet or delicate. Probably a man. I opened my eyes for a second and I saw a cloud of black.
"Fang," I said. "I know you're there. There's no use in hiding."
I opened my eyes to see Fang come out from behind a bush. "How did you know I was there?"
"You learn," I stated simply.
"You should probably go to class."
"I'd say the same for you."
"I was sent to make sure you get to class."
I snorted. "Good luck with that."
Before I knew what had happened, he had me over his shoulder and was walking towards the doors. I started to scream. And I mean loudly. We were walking through the halls now, and people were sticking their heads out of doors or looking through the windows. Well, he was walking. I was being unwillingly carried to class. And I didn't like it. Not one bit. He stopped at a door and opened it, walking into a classroom. He put me down and I stopped screaming and glared at him. He shrugged and went to sit down in the back. The teacher was an old man with gray eyes that matched his gray hair that surrounded the side of his head, the rest bald. I decided I didn't like him.
He said, "Nice of you to join us."
"Unwillingly," I said, shooting a glare at Fang.
"Well, you can sit next to Mr. Arks."
I raised an eyebrow at him. "And how am I supposed to know who he is?"
Baldy blushed slightly, and said, "Mr. Arks, please raise your hand."
A blond boy with green eyes raised his hand and I went sit next to him. (A/N: In case you're curious, he's Sam but Max doesn't know that yet.) Baldy started a lecture about something in the English language and I zoned out. Almost as good as skipping class. Almost. Except your still there.
"Hey," Arks whispered.
I turned to him. "Hm?"
"Was that you who was screaming?"
"No shit, Sherlock," I answered, rolling my eyes.
"Well, it was a good scream. Horror movie worthy."
I looked in front of me and started to zone out again. That was the same scream I gave when I got my wings. My last scream from pain.
I've heard stories of this happening. I never thought it would happen to me. The horror, the horror!
Tank: We have a family of meece living in our walls.
Me: You say that like it's nothing.
Tank: It is nothing! Sanity has an irrational fear of mice and rats.
Me: It's not irrational! Mice and rats carry diseases.
Tank: And so do humans, but you don't hop on your bed and clutch your laptop for dear life every time you see one of them.
Me: Because humans don't bite people!
Tank: This conversation is getting nowhere. That's why your mom wants you to be a lawyer instead of an author. You can carry a two sided argument with yourself!
Me: Which is why I'm becoming an author.
Tank: That makes no sense!
Me: Which is why I'm becoming an author.
Tank: Moving on . . . your mom set traps for the mice so you can come off of your bed now.
Me: Yay! *hops off *
JP: You know, I need to start writing the next MR book.
Me: *slides him a absolutely huge notebook* Start working.
Tank: Why don't you give him the laptop?
Me: WHAT? Are you crazy?
Tank: I come from your mind, don't I?
Me: Good point . . . But still! The laptop is *switches to really creepy voice reserved for after horror movies* my precious!
Tank: You're really creeping me out now. And why don't you let him use the home computer?
Me: My mom can't know he's here. She'd kill me for kidnapping a famous author.
Tank: You're lucky I didn't kill you.
JP: Why didn't you just take my laptop from my office?
Me: *points to Tank* Because this one here was worried about the authorities showing up from all the racket you made.
JP: You broke into my house and kidnapped me!
Me: Well I wouldn't consider you a kid, but ok!
JP: *grumbles something*
Me: What was that?
Tank: He says you're nuts.
Me: Oh, James! That's so sweet of you!
Tank and James: *head desk*
Me: Anyway, I think the next chap will just be a filler chapter. Maybe some stuff from Max's past will come in. Like her father, perhaps . . . Or maybe how she met J.J. I'll let my readers decide!
R&R, and horror movies screams and voices?
– Sanity
