Ella On... Chapter 2

Part 1- Disclaimer

This is my disclaimer for this chapter and the last chapter. ALL THEMES ASSOCIATED WITH MAXIMUM RIDE BELONG TO JAMES PATTERSON, LITTLE BROWN AND CO., ET CETERA. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT IS INTENDED.

Part 2- Apology

I'm really sorry to anyone who wanted to keep reading. Please don't hate me. I lost interest in the story. As long as you guys want to read, I'll try to keep it up.

Part 3- Dedication

This chapter is dedicated to TwiRidePotterGirl, FlyingToTheStars, AmyQueen 95, and imaginingInspiration.

Part 4- Max and Fang

Max and Fang. Now that is an interesting topic. The first time I met Fang, I felt some tension between the two. I asked Max if they were a couple, but she replied that they were like siblings. Call it sibling's intuition, but I think she was lying. It also helped that she said she loved him later that day while Mom was doing surgery on her to remove that chip.

I know Fang loves Max. The way he acts around her, it's the only plausible explanation. He is so intense, so protective. He doesn't- well, he lets her look after herself at the same time. It's hard to explain. Fang is good for Max. They compliment each other well. It's like they were made for each other.

Part 5- Iggy

Iggy is...special. He's unlike anyone I've ever met. He's really tall and sorta pale. He's got this spiky strawberry-blonde hair and sightless blue eyes. He's- let's just say he's cute enough to make me forget about Shaw. What makes him unique- apart from his huge, beautiful wings- is that he can't see, but he does these things that even some people with eye sight can't do. For example, Nudge told me that Iggy and the Gasman make bombs. Bombs! How do you make a bomb?! And apparently, he is the only one who can cook. Angel warned me that I could possibly die if I ate the lunch Max made the other day. I'm still not sure if she's kidding.

Iggy, Iggy, Iggy....

Iggy Iggy....

Well, he's Iggy the Incredible in my eyes. Iggy the Unimaginable. Iggy the Amazing. I could go on all day, but Mom says I have to be off the computer in five minutes.

Part 6- Help

Okay, after I finish talking about the Flock, what do you want me to talk about? I'll probably come up with stuff, but any special requests? Come on, help me out a little. I'll post sooner... Or give you a cookie. Scratch that cookie part. My cookies. Stay away.

Part 7- Goodbye

Goodbye, and thank you for reading this. Please come again. The gift shop is to your right.