Alright, i had a review telling me that the flock shouldnt get back on the road cuz Fang cant fly yet...well...you'll see what happens...
During breakfast, Max eyed me cautiously over her bowl of Cherrios. There was something about her that didn't trust me and I didn't understand it. I knew whatever was getting her all worked up was about the previous day and our kiss. She was definitely afraid of something, maybe the thought that I really didn't love her. That I only kissed her because I was caught up in the moment and it didn't mean anything to me.
The only problem with her hypothesis was, I did. I loved her. Something inside of me that had nothing to do with memory or memory loss loved her. It was an internal something, something like instinct that told me I did. And she didn't get that. Max was confusing. She was the kind of girl who locked herself shut and wouldn't let anyone in. Not me, not anyone. She shut down when people prodded too far. She wouldn't let her emotions out, maybe in her own head, but not to anyone.
Click
All of a sudden, I blacked out. It was impossible to tell what was happening. Before my eyes, a picture began to form. It was the whole flock. Me, Max, and everyone else. We were flying high in the air; soaring. Then the picture began to move on the inside of my eyelids. Our wings flapped. Max turned to me when I wansnt looking and smiled. Something inside my half concience being flipped. The Fang I was watching was graceful, powerful, and agile. He rode updrafts and coasted when the wind was on his side. He barely moved his feathers, only inches to acheive a full blown three sixty.
I watched myself carefully. This was the Fang I'd once been. This was one of my memories.
Click
The real world came back into focus. I was collapsed on the living room floor, looking up at Jeb and the other kids. I wondered why this had happened, even without a stimuli...
"What happened, Fang?" Jeb asked.
"I...dunno..." I said, standing up and rubbing my eyes; blinking in the bright lights.
"I think I just need some sleep or something." I muttered and trudged upstairs to a warm feather bed that waited for me in the dark of my bedroom. I flopped down and sandwitched myself between the matress and the covers, closing my eyes and hoping for some sleep.
Click
I felt like I was sleeping, but i knew I wasnt the instant that something popped up behind my closed eyelids.
It was a computer screen. Most of the words were blurred out. All but a small section in the middle.
Welcome to Fang's Blog
Today's Date: Already too Late!
You are visitor number: This thing is still broken
Click
I had no idea what this particular memory meant, but apparently, I'd had a blog and apparently, my counter for visitors had broken. Did that mean that there were trillions of people reading what i'd written? And "Today's Date: Already too Late!"? I wondered about what I'd seen so far, until my mind wandered and I drifted off to sleep.
Suddenly, I popped up in bed.
If I'd seen myself flying, didnt that mean that obviously I had before and could again? I ought to try I thougth and threw my feet over the edge of the bed.
Will update soon. Tell me what you think and i'm always up for ideas! Sorry for the cliffhanger...