Author note: I'm changing Emma's name to Alyssa.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. Well I own the books (I have copies of them... you get the point) but I do not own any of the plot lines or characters in Maximum Ride.

Enjoy!


I waited for the day to pass but it didn't seem to be going too well. I tried to think of when my only class─ other than lunch─ that I had with Alyssa. Just if you didn't know Alyssa is the blond one that Ryan was talking about.

I was deep in thought when the bell went off. Maybe I could find her during the passing period. I looked around the hallway but there I didn't see Alyssa anywhere. Then it hit me, I had Spanish with her and I had Spanish next.

Much less frantically I walked to Spanish. Did I mention that I love Spanish? Oh I didn't? Well now you know.

"Hey Alyssa! I need to talk to you," I called out once I saw her.

"Hey Ava what's up?" She said as we were walking into the class room.

"Would you want to come with me and my family on vacation? We're supposed to be traveling the world or something," I said.

"Um sure when is it?"

"I think around break or something. My mom said a couple weeks but she didn't really say exact dates or anything," I said. I could almost feel the fact that Alyssa wanted to ask a question. Also, I got a feeling that it had to do with my brother.

"Oh okay, um…" She said pausing for a second before we got to our seats.

"Yes my brother is coming," I said while sitting down.

Alyssa blushed and nodded her head. Well, that was easy. Now Ryan just had to hold up on his end if the deal. Surprisingly he wasn't lying about bringing Nick along; which if you didn't know not lying is a big deal for him.

I wasn't even paying attention to what I was going on but sometime during the period I started drawing a picture. Knowing how I am, I probably wouldn't have noticed my drawing if it hadn't have been for Alyssa.

"Ava," She said quietly while tapping my desk.

Immediately I snapped out of my trance, "Yeah?" I whispered back.

"Look at your notebook," Alyssa said and flipped though a couple pages of mi cuaderno. Look everyone, Spanish! I knew I had it in me somewhere. I'll get back on topic…

My paper was covered with drawings of me, my family and the friends that we invited to come with us. We were all happy and laughing on the first page. As I turned the pages I began to notice that people were missing and the remaining people were looking terrified. After the pages went blank I turned to the back of my notebook. Someone was dead. I couldn't tell who but it looked like someone from one of my earlier drawings.

Even though I was totally freaked out by my drawings I found myself to be amused. Normally I can't draw for my life, but here you could actually tell that the people were people. On top of that you could recognize the people.

Then a sudden rush of paranoia and worry overtook my mind. What if these things are actually going to happen? What if something happens to my friends and family? Is it going to be entirely my fault? How did my sub-conscious know to draw all of that?

As my mind filled with questions the bell sounded. Quickly, I got out of my seat and put the notebook in my backpack. I needed to tell someone about these drawings. But who?