I know what your thinking, HOW DARE U TAKE SO LONG TO UPDATE WE'VE BEEN WATITING FOREVER! I know and im sorry, school just started and I know I took waaaay to long but I got back to it. Yay! So ill try to get the next chapter up sooner.
Chapter nine: We'll be waiting
Max's POV
I'm so out of it. Everything feels blurry and surreal, like I'm dreaming. I think I'm at Mom's house and I think Ella's here too, but I could be imagining it. I'm really not sure of much. It might have been a dream but I remember Mom coming in here and telling me she used a drug to fake my death at the school and it was still in my system, she says I'll feel better in a couple of days. Again with the not being sure. Basically I feel like I have a really severe case of the flu.
Three days later!
Ella's POV
"Ouch!" I hissed and put my burned finger to my mouth. I was trying I really was. Mom had left me in charge of the stove while she went to check on Max, who's doing much better by the way, she's pretty pissed about having to stay in bed so I assume that's a good thing. Meanwhile, in the half a minute she'd been gone I think I burned everything, including the myself and the pots. I groaned as I realized I should probably have flipped the tortillas a some point or other because they were smoking. I quickly grabbed the spatula and tried to flip it. Instead it fell to the floor.
"Come on!" I whined to the empty kitchen. "I don't think I can do this." Well, I promised myself silently, how about this, if she's not back in another minute I'll order pizza, I promised myself consolingly. I grabbed some tongs and threw away the still smoking tortilla then turning off the stove.
"Good God!" I heard Mom exclaim from behind me, "Where is all this this smoke coming from?" I hung my head.
"I kinda burned a tortilla..."
"All that smoke from one tortilla!" She came over to inspect the pots. "Wow Ella that's quite an accomplishment I don't know how you managed to burn a stainless steel pot." I rolled my eyes and childishly stuck out my tongue.
"So we'll order pizza," I told her with a small shrug. The sound of the door bell floated past us and I spun around and marched out of the room to get it.
"Maybe we'll have pizza and you can eat the tortilla's you made!" Mom called and I shuddered, I was about to shout back and tell her I would call child protective services and tell them she was trying to poison me, but the joke died on my tongue as I flung open the door and tried not fast enough to slam it in the flocks ungrateful faces.
Vietta's POV.
I whirled on the spot releasing the dagger in my hand which went cart-wheeling through the air and embedded itself with a sound thunk in the center of the target. I felt a small smile play on my lips. They were so dead! The flock hasn't seen anything until they've seen me... True I had lost the ability to contact with the little girl, Angel, but I had managed to get some info from her before she put her mind blocks up. They were going to the Martinez's house to find information on max and we would just have to meet them there.
