(A/N Sorry this is a short one and has taken an annoyingly long amount of time, even for me! And it kinda sucks, but I needed to get the flock in here! You know what? Being upper school sucks and so does being a teenage competative swimmer, seriously. I have to skive training to spend one day a week with my boyfriend out of school [which is tomorrow, yay!] on an up side, you should be expecting a new story from me in the near [or distant, depends on previously mentioned stuff] it's kind of my version of MR 5. In my opinion it's the best I've written, I've really tried to keep my style as much like JP's as possible, and it's proven to be a lot more fun then my style! It's currently nine chapters (and a bit) long and 30 pages. Probably my longest one ever, and I'm just getting started. Let me know if you want a preview of it, and remember, reviews are love!)
Of course, in my life happiness is short lived- and today was no exception. It all started with a screaming match from downstairs. Angel, Nudge and Gazzy. Great. I leapt down the stairs and walked calmly into the room where the three of them were screaming at each other. I leant calmly on the door frame and waited for them to notice me. It didn't take long and the three of them turned to face me.
"What are you looking at?" Gazzy snarled, and, as much as I hate to admit it, that hurt.
"I'm looking at three kids who used to be the best of friends, and are now glaring at each other as if they want to rip each others throats out. That's what I'm looking at." I answered sharply, my eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, well, Monique wont hand over the remote." Came Angel's snide reply, that shocked me on two levels. 1) They looked like they were about to kill each other over a remote, and, 2) She'd called Nudge by her cover name.
"You're screaming at each other over a remote?" I asked incredulously.
"Yes." Nudge snarled.
"What the hell happened to you?" I said, exasperated. "Right, pass me the remote here and sit down." I said, and then when no-one moved I snarled. "Now." My voice held authority that none of them dared to go against and they did as they were told.
"Right, now can someone please explain to me why the hell you three are acting like this? I thought we were a flock? Or does that not matter now?" I said, my voice eerily calm. No-one answered and I raised an eyebrow.
"Well?"
"Oh come on, Max. It's not like you actually care." Angel said spitefully from her seat. I was shocked.
"Is that what you think?" I said. "Is that really what you think? That I don't care?" I was met by silence.
"If I didn't care would I have settled down, because that's what you wanted? Would I have tried my hardest to find your parents? Would I have taken beatings for you from erasers? Would put up with all of the hell that I get from people from school, because you wanted to act normal? Would I have guarded you with my life at the school? Would I have given up on all my hopes and dreams so I could look after you guys? Would I have taken the punishments at the school for protecting you? Would I have done all of that if I didn't care? Would I still spend half of my nights fending off erasers, to keep you guys safe? I don't think so." I near shouted, and then there was a hand on my shoulder- Iggy. I shut my eyes and counted mentally to ten before opening them again. "If I didn't care, would I still be in this house? Would I be stood here, trying to get you to realise that you're a flock?" I said, before turning and heading into the garden. So much for my happy mood. I sighed and leant against a tree, looking out at the lake that ran through the garden. There's something about life as a teenage mutant that just seems to make life ten times harder.