I had just arrived back at the school, a really long flight (in fact, my game boy batteries had died on the way back, so man was I bored). First thing is first, even if it's the hardest; I had to tell Dad how the mission went. He would find something I did wrong, and make me feel like crap.
"You did what!?" Jeb exclaimed at hearing about my fight with Fang.
"I defended myself." I replied.
"No, you almost killed Fang!" Jeb was shouting now.
"He started it!"
"Ari," Jeb was calming down, "you know Max can't live without Fang, don't let your personal feelings ruin her."
I felt a single tear run down the side of my face; I covered my face (so Jeb couldn't see it) and stormed out. I took off towards my tree as soon as I was outside. I punched a hole in the side of the tree, getting big splinters stuck into my hand.
I thought about my own death, ending my misery. I wondered what Jeb would think if his only son died. He might not even care, as long as Max lived. Dying wouldn't help anything; I'd just be another failed experiment.
I had to do something bold, make him mad, make him proud, I don't care. All I need is for Dad to notice me. To care about my life. What could I do?
After thinking about this for a couple of minutes I got an idea. Jeb was always talking about a man named Andrew Smith. From what I heard, he was the leader of that big company, Itex. Dad didn't seem to like him that much. What can I do with this idea?
Then, it just hit me. I could kill him. Bring Jeb his head. If Dad couldn't love me then, he doesn't know what love is. Jeb would adore, forget about Max. He might even change his plans to let me do this big 'job' he had planned for Max. All I had to do was kill Andrew.
I flew down from the tree and went to my so called room. It was better for me than the rest of the freaks, but I was still under watch in a windowless, gray, antiseptic smelling room.
I thought about Dad loving me until I feel asleep. I slept and dreamt good that night.