I don't own Maximum Ride. Have fun.
Max Pov:
When I got back to the house everyone was staring at me. Crapo! Did they figure my plain? I hope they did not because that was suuuccchhh a hard one. –Mentally sighs-
"Hey guys what's up?" I asked trying not to raise too much suspicion that I probably already raised.
"What plain?" Angle asked, reading my mind again.
Crap! Need a plain need a plain need a plain! I thought frantically to myself. Found one! The world spins again!
"To make some dinner!" I said cheerfully. If that didn't earn me stares that diffidently earned me a lot of frighten stares… except for Iggy, since he was blind so I just got a horrified expression from him.
"I'm too young to die!" Gazzy screamed horrified.
"And I'm too amazing and handsome to die!" Iggy screamed horrified too. I looked at them weird.
"I can cook." I said. After I said that everyone burst into laughter.
"You can't even make a sandwich!" Nudge said between laughter's. I gave all of them my death glare, and meant it this time, the other times I was joking but not anymore.
"Doesn't mean you can laugh at me." I muttered under my breath, a little offended and angry. "I have feelings to." I muttered again but a little more ticked off than before.
"Sorry Max! It's just that you aren't the best cook out there." Angle replied, calming down from her laughing fit. I sighed irritated.
"Fine I won't try to do anything nice for you guys if that's how it is going to be." I slightly growled. Once I said that everyone looked at me again not laughing anymore.
"Max are you okay?" Fang asked concerned.
"Yes I'm fine." I grumbled walking, well actually stomping back to my bed room.
"Hey Max! Don't be that way! I just didn't want to die from chocking on the burnt food! We were only joking anyway." Iggy called after me. I ignored him as I slammed my bed room door closed. I went over to my bed and layed down crossing my arms.
I only tried to do something nice for them; unlike they ever did to me. Now I know for sure that the flock had always lied to me. Farrah was right, it's time for them to go and die. I thought to myself as let out an angry huff.
I sat there for a little longer planning when I shall do it and how.
When they are all sound asleep, on Friday after I make them do hard chores, to make sure they sleep heavy, that is the perfect time to strike, and if it isn't then I don't know when. I thought as I felt joy in me about to rise, with something among it that I can't tell what it is, maybe its… regret, no it can't be. Or can it?
As I thought about what that feeling inside of me might be, I unnoticeably feel asleep.
Did you like it? Well hope ya did. See ya.
Bye.