Minimum Ride
A Maximum Ride Fan Fiction
Chapter 3: All Roads Lead to Suspicion
After Payton had left for her friend's house, I immediately made a surplus of eggs and piled them on bread. I knew I couldn't eat like this in front of my sister, so I always found a way of smuggling more food after she had gone to do whatever she was to do that day. Usually I just hang back after she heads to school with her friend, Taylor. Since Payton was just learning to drive, she usually caught a ride.
Anywho, after I had gotten dressed, I pulled on my favorite jacket. It was black leather on the outside and a thin fleece on the inside, except for the sleeves. After we had bought it, I had taken scissors to it, slashing slits in the back from my shoulders to my waist. Gotta let the wings out, man.
I swung around the doorway to the living room, where my mom, Shari, was.
"Mom, can I go to the park?" I asked. Mom looked up from what she was doing. Either she was attempting to crochet or torturing fabric. Hard to tell. She smiled after seeing my confused look directed at the yarn in her hands.
"Sorry," she said fumbling with the ungainly pile in her lap. Once she had cleared it away, she said, "Sure, honey. Want me to drive you?" I gave a half-hearted giggle.
"Nah, s'kay. I'll walk." I said with a smile back. I walked past where she was sitting on the couch and walked quickly to the back door. I opened it and just stood in the doorway a minute, breathing in the fresh air.
I walked down the street that would lead to the park. As I was keeping a steady pace down the street, deep in thought, I noticed a black van that had slowed down and was rolling along right beside me. Creeped out but morbidly curious, I peeked out of the corner of my eyes. I saw that the windows were all tinted to where I couldn't see through them. Not uncommon, but still pretty suspicious. It's not like I was afraid, because I'm stronger than any man (another perk of being genetically modified), but I was really getting annoyed at this point.
Thinking it over, I finally whipped my head up toward them and gave them my fiercest glare, which even on my best day, is pretty dang mean-looking. The van sped up, driving away, leaving me thinking one thing: What the heck was that about?