Yeah. I updated. Don't get your panties in a twist.

I'll Bet you all my pocket change that this chapter sucks more then anything EVER! Okay? I've been playing with it for a while and i don't think im ever gonna get it JUST right.

I had no idea what to write okay?

Uhhmm. Enjoy it if that's possible and i am anticipating a LOT of flames but at least you will be reviewing.

i'm working on getting my sence of humor back. heh.?

So um Review but it will take another visit to Andrea's house before i can write the next chapter so everyone glare at Andrea.

Shock. NO ONE glares. Audience stares blankly at various computer devices.

ON WARD!


Chapter Two: Home Sweet Home

Max's POV (It Usually Will Be...And You'll Be The First To Know When It's Not)

I never thought I would actually cave and let us find a place to live. The thought never occurred to me as one that would actually benefit us. I mean… After our last permanent home, I wouldn't want to make us easy targets. I wouldn't want us to have to leave even more of our lives behind.

Besides, I wasn't about to let ANY of us go soft. Yeah, a bed is nice but why get used to it if it's just going to kill your back next time you're on the run?

Because their will be a next time.

I knew this. I don't think they have caught on yet but… I couldn't bare to break their hearts. I didn't want to be Max. The All-Time Barer Of Bad News. Or anything.

My new mission was yet to be reveled to me by my Voice,yeah, the one that's just having a party up in my head. I still don't know when that statement will stop sounding weird, even in my own mind. The only thing I had to do was to find, and I quote, "…a temporary permanent residence, Maximum."

I mean… What am i supposed to do with that!

But the important thing was not where we were, it was the fact that we were somewhere. It was the fact that we were someplace, it was knowing the fact that we weren't 'somewhere in somestate's national park', we were in a residence, THAT'S what really made me twitch. We were somewhere, but not just any old place, like a forest, but a house. It was like, scoff, like we were just asking to be caught. Like we just had a nache for being sitting ducks (birds, whatever.) awaiting our death.

And I'm not proud to say it but… I made a decision. And by George, I was gonna have to grit my teeth and live through it. It didn't matter how fidgety or paranoid I got when someone closed a door a little too loudly becasue I was being cooped up in a house all day when I could be out... oh, i don't know, flying. It was like i was the only one who had the will to LIVE anymore. And I was going to watch every last one of them make it to their next birthday.

Even if it killed me.

The only benefit to this CAGE was that it had shockingly high ceilings and open spaces, and that was the most I could ask of a house. It's probably a nice perk to be out of all the rain, hail, sleet, and snow that good Ol' Mother Nature could throw at us. But, hey, if everyone else wanted me to willingfully kick back and twiddle my thumbs while death could be knocking on my door... oh, yeah. THAT was gonna happen. The great Maximum Ride, happily caged without putting up a fight.

Dream on.

It wasn't like this whole mess wasn't giving serious blows to my ego.

I wasn't like i couldn't set traps without raising suspision.

I mean, I ditched the 'card' after the last time I used it up in Canada, didn't I? Which, for your information, is like a convienent little tracking device. Using it would be like me saying, "Oh, hey. Yeah, um, okay. Well, I'm gonna go use this card you so convienently gave me for all my money troubles so that you can find me and my gang of hoodlums any-freaking-where we go. Sounds safe, eh?

Truthfully, Canada had nothing to do with our next mission or where we are staying thank-you-very-much, I just wanted to give WHOEVER is after us these days a little false trail.

For now, we got a hold of people's credit cards for daytime necessities, but other than that it's usually a good old-fashioned B&E at any mall or giant department store to get long term supplies. (That's Breaking and Entering, not Bacon and Eggs. Although I could go for some bacon and eggs, that stuff's delicious!) (Dane Cook!)

And, long story short, life continued, business as usual.

...You see where I'm going with this, don't you?


Like i said... it sucked but please review.

Hey! Who here is thinking that i need to jazz this up with some fancy schmancy dialoge, eh?

Anybody up for some more of my mumbo jumbo crazy talk comming from Max's thoughts like in the first chapter?