Alright, I saw a lot of good responses to my last chapter. So here is the next and please review it helps me a lot more. Thanks:) And Max's mom and dad are divorced the whole story. I just want to clarify that so no one gets confused.


I'm not going to torture you with the details of the rest of school. But I will give you an overview I slept, annoyed the teachers, slept again, and the on the way home laughed about it. How's that for overview? Good enough? Good. Well then back to the important parts of my life.

I am currently lying on my bed looking at my ceiling. Sounds fun doesn't it. You should try it some time, all you do is look at your ceiling really hard and I mean really hard and absolutely nothing will happen. Isn't that amazing? But back to me and my thoughts. Let's go over all the problems I seem to be having today from most to least important.

1. I met the new kids.

2. I don't trust the new kids but then I do.

3. The new kids know me somehow and don't want me to know.

4. I seem to have a connection with the Fang kid.

5. I'm hungry.

6. My back hurts.

7. I'm hungry.

8. I'll get back to you on I'll find something.

Isn't that just a lovely list. Notice my sarcasm here please. I should have put hungry first, darn too lazy. I wonder what is down stairs for me to eat. OH! I know my cookie stash. I raced out my room and down the stairs to the kitchen. Where did I put it? The pantry? No that was last week. I remember the cabinet ... I'm not telling you or else you're going to steal my cookies. They are mine my cookies. I shoved them into my mouth just as mom came through the front door.

" Max I hope you didn't eat all the cookies," She said while walking into the kitchen.

By this time it was 5:30pm. I gave my best innocent face and shook my head with a smile on my face. She knew that I knew I had been caught.

" Go upstairs. I'll have dinner ready in a half-an-hour."

I went upstairs as far away from the kitchen as possible. Something you should know about me is that I couldn't cook even if it would save my life. The first time I tried to cook the water was on fire, don't ask me how it just was. From that incident I was banned from cooking. Then there was another incident when I was just standing by the kitchen door and the salad burst into flames. Then I was forever banned from being anywhere near the kitchen when a meal was being cooked. Aren't I just special? I love food but the kitchen hates me.

I looked around my room trying to figure out what to do. I spotted my iPod. Oh what the heck I'll just listen to music. I picked up the iPod and went and lyed down on my bed. Pressing the play button I heard the song Courage by Orianthi start to play.( Listen to the song its good and it might help you understand the next part a little.) This song has to describe almost everything I'm feeling right now with my dad situation. I told you I'd tell you later right well now is later.


I'll start off at the beginning. My dad and I were extremely close nothing could separate us. We used to do everything together always talking and playing around. It sounds cliché but I blame myself for the reason he changed and the way he turned on me. A teacher told me once that one of the people at school kind of had a thing for my dad. Me being me I was young and thought what the heck. I was wrong he got close to her and soon I became a distant memory to him. He worked two jobs and before he met the girl I got to go to one. It was a concrete plant and I would help him work and I would work as well and get paid. I can't remember how old I was the memories of my happier days seem to be fading to me. I think I was about 9 or 10 when I asked him if I could go with him to his other job. He had gotten a faraway look in his eye and said no never.

I had the guts to ask him again after he had been with the girl for a year. I was just turning 11 and tomorrow was my birthday. He got a smile on his face and looked down at me. I was so excited I thought I had my dad back, but I was too excited to notice that glint in his eyes. My dad called my mom and asked her if he could keep me for the next few days. Of course she said yes she thought my dad and I were still getting along great like old times. Man was she wrong and so was I.

The next day my dad woke me up in the early morning. I was so tired I could barely move, but I perked up when I heard my dad say. ' We are going to my job get up or I'm leaving without you.' I should have stayed and maybe just maybe... never mind. I slowly got up put on my jeans, an old t-shirt, and my tennis shoes. I grabbed my sweater out of my closet and headed downstairs.' Get in the car,' was all he said. I crawled in the back, put on my seat belt, then drifted off to sleep but not after noticing that the dashboard said it was 3:00am in the morning.

I woke up to the skidding of tires on asphalt and someone picking me up roughly from the back of the car. I slowly opened up my eyes and looked around all could see was white all around me. I heard a voice if think my dad's saying ' take her to room 413 and get started on the project.' Whoever was holding me nodded. I looked up to see who was carrying me and saw the most horrific sight. It wasn't a person it was a robot with human flesh in various places. I was almost fully awake when I saw the door labeled 413. The robot carried me in and laid me down on a metal table then proceeded to strap me in.

By this time I was fully awake and starting to get scared. After the robot was done it left and a few minutes later my dad walked in with latex gloves on and a big needle in his hand. By his side was his assistant who looked scared for me, but I didn't know why. My dad walked over to me with a sick smile on his face. He brought the needle to my arm, stuck it in, and said 'happy birthday'. At first I didn't feel anything, but let me tell you in the next few seconds it felt like I was being burned alive and ripped apart limb by limb. I don't know how long it took me to pass out because of the pain or lack of oxygen in my lungs because of screaming.

When I woke up I was in a cage and I saw other cages around me. My joints were screaming at me because they were so stiff, but I wasn't able to move around a lot. When I was able to get into a half way decent position I was able to think.

My d… NO! I will never call him dad again, never. Jeb said that he was only going to take me for a few days so I should be out in two days max. I can handle this, I think.

What happened the next two days was not too important. I'll sum up the important parts needles of same stuff jab injected into me with same effects, I saw other kids same age as me and younger, lots of death, and finally a whole frickin lot of stupid pain. In these two days I vowed to myself to never fully trust someone, because if the person in my life who I trusted the most turned on me whose left for me to trust.

Later that day the third day that I was there Jeb came in to take me back home. When he opened my cage I leapt out at him. I guess I surprise him because I was able to get a few good punches in before I was sedated.


See that is my story with my dad and all that I have left of him. When I got back home that day to my mom's Jeb pretended nothing was wrong and I did too because I wasn't going to let my mom get hurt. So to this day, four years later, she still doesn't know that in some way I'm more different than anyone out there in the world.

I'm a freak .I'm still scared. I'm forever scarred. This is why I love English class because without it by now I would have gone insane. Things are normal now but I have a feeling they are about to change.


Okay:) How was that one? It is my longest chapter yet and I hope to be getting reviews.

The main thing that I want you guys to decide is whether or not to give Max wings in the next chapter so if you want your opinion in on the vote see that review button. You do? Good now move the mouse click it and poof review. Any ways thanks for reading I'll try and update soon.