Then they got ice-cream. Probably celebrating my awesome disappearance. Chapter 4 of Naomi's Story.
Song- Raise It Up.
Disclaimer- I don't own Maximum Ride, James Patterson does.
I'm gonna skip the canyon and go to the present. Just to say, they are in Illinois.
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We have happily made it back to the present. Huzzah.
The present isn't to peachy-keen though. Well, when you are running away, eleven years old, a mutant freak, and your family (Except your awesome mother which was the only reason why you stayed) pretty much hates you, happy wouldn't be my first way of describing it. But, it's bearable.
I'm gonna skip my oh so boring walk to Kay's house and just get there already.
Guess what??
Kay was by me. Ya know? Just walking along doing nothin'.
"I never knew that you had the guts to run away like this. You were right; suicide isn't better than running away. It helps me actually use my wings for a change. Have you noticed that the Erasers haven't come for us? I have been expecting them to show up for the last, like, two or four years? I have forgotten. I wonder if Jeb would have come back for us. I wonder if he had and/or did go back, did he look for is? Did he--" I put my hand over her mouth and wondered how we could—and Nudge when we were in the School—could talk so much; even when we weren't on sugar.
I could feel Kay's mouth still moving with random questions underneath my hand and said aloud, "How did we go from running away, to suicide, to Erasers then to Jeb Batchelder?" Kay's mouth stopped moving and she shrugged. I let go of Kay's mouth and started walking away. Kay soon caught up with my long and hurried strides.
"What'cha running from?" she asked.
"Well, my sexist daddy, horrible life, and the attempt to rid myself of extremely horrid thoughts." I explained.
"Same here," Kay said back. A few moments later, we heard sirens behind us and the sound of an overly loud truck. We looked at each other in knowing knowledge.
"Erasers and police," I whispered in horror.
"BLOODY ATHOURITEIES!!" Kay shouted, giving away our position. The cars were headed in the opposite position and suddenly veered their course to the direction of Kay and me.
"Wonderful, Khatherine-Kay. That was just wonderful." I said sarcastically. "Now what do we do?" Kay got a mischievous look on her face and started to run.
"Kay!" I yelled, running after her. But she was already in the air. "You're an easier target!! GET DOWN HERE BEFORE SOME BLODDY ERASERS CAME AND SHOOT YOU!" I sighed heavily, looked behind me, ran, and leapt into the air.
I haven't flown in a while—my daddy said that I didn't deserve wings so I wasn't able to use them. But I did anyways, until he found out—so, I really haven't flown in a while.
I remember Max saying how much she would like to be normal, but, I wish I was normal in some ways. I bet if Max had a normal life, she wouldn't ever experience the way wind calmly brushed between your feathers, or how wind pushed over your face, or how rain washes through your hair in a storm, while lightning crackles, and thunder roars around you. Being normal would be kinda boring without wings.
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I've gotten writer's block so, won't be updating in a while for you awesome readers out there! I thank you for all my six reviews and tfq OUT!