So, funny story. I posted the hiatus message, and, suddenly, I had a ton of new ideas, but I am still open to ideas through reviews and private messaging. And, I know that it's sort, but I'm not good at writing long chapters. Sorry. Oh, and Ella is not in the story,I replaced her with Zoë.
Disclaimer: I read somewhere that you had to do these for every chapter, but I think you guys get the point, but, anyway, I do not own Maximum Ride, only Zoë and my kitten, Artie.
"Maximum Ride!" My mom yells the second I walk through the kitchen door.
"What's wrong?" I ask, feigning innocence.
"You abandoned your siblings at school. They had to walk two miles to get home, because I was at work. What do you have to say for yourself?" She screams.
"I forgot," I lie easily, sitting down in my chair and starting to fill up my plate, "Ari called and asked me to come by Starbucks. I was thinking we could invite him to dinner soon. I mean, he should eat something more than microwave meals, takeout, and ramen noodles."
"You're right, but you could have brought your siblings," my mum says, still mad.
"I know I should have, but his shift ended in like, fifteen minutes," I continue.
"Oh, sorry, but at least apologize, and, only half the amount of cookies as usual," she concedes.
"That sounds fair, mum. I'm really sorry guys. I should have thought it through," I apologize, sincerely.
"It's fine," they all mumble, Iggy shooting me a look that said he sees through my lie and we were talking later. I nod slightly towards Iggy, and start to dig in. After dinner I run up to my room, trying to avoid Iggy, but sadly, that didn't work. A couple of minutes later, Iggy sashays in, dropping into my spinny chair and spinning a couple of times before turning to me and saying, in a girly voice, "Spill." I roll my eyes and tell him what happened, watching him get angrier by the second.
"I'm going to kill them," he says through clenched teeth.
"Don't worry," I reply, shrugging, "Ari's got that covered."
Iggy visibly relaxes at the words, and flounces out of the room, spinning to slam the door behind him. I just roll my eyes and turn to my notebook, working on my new song.