LETTER UNSENT

Dear Fang,

January 7th

Today I recieved an anonymous letter at the youth hostel where I stayed last night. Printed on it where the words

"Would you choose for them to forget? To keep their wings but to be unable to use them?"

Of course, the note was from the School. They must have been tracking me through the chip. Of course they were. What did I expect? How was I meant to reply - you can't do anything to them? They are so powerful and I can do nothing. If the Flock forget, then yes; they would be free, but I would have no chance of seeing you again, much like now. I know now that the chances of me ever seeing any of you again - let's face it, is slim to none.

I can't let them take away your wings, so I guess this really is goodbye. I'll keep writing these letters, hoping to send them some day but most likely I won't.

If you forget, you will be free. Now you are free to fly, but then you would be free to live. Live a normal life. How could I choose for you all? Nudge ran away, hoping for a normal life, but she came back. Iggy went to his parents, and came back. And I ran, but I am not coming back to the Flock.

I have just logged on to your blog again. The first post reads

MAX

January 7th

Where are you Max? Come on! Find your way back! You've never let yourself be kidnapped by the School before! Fly home Max! Fly to Arizona, to Dr.M. Fly to us. Please. Just do something! Let us know you are alright!

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I read every last one of the comments, until I had square eyes, and the laptop I had stolen was out of charge. Don't come looking for me.

Please?

Max