Chapter 10
I ran. I ran fast and hard, the ground bellowed under me as I scraped some rocky ground up with my sneakers. And I know what you're thinking: 'Max is running away' but I'm not. I just…I need space. No, I don't just need it I crave it…desire it…pine for it. This is all just too much…I need space to think. I'd be back home in the morning before I was missed…
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I stopped when I came to a big waterfall with a bunch of big rocks all around it. I sat down on one stone and cried. And again I know you're thinking: 'Gasp! Max? Crying? OMG!' But you know what? I wasn't crying for me. I was crying for us all. All of us mistreated misfits out there in this big cold world with no place to turn but in each other. I was crying for misfits from Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer and Glee and Charlie Brown and any other TV show or Christmas special that I can't think of! I cried for the mistreated people out there in worse places then me right now. I thought of the poor early-experiments that my mom described and broke down. I closed my eyes and slept for a while. I don't know if I was sleeping for a minute or an hour, but when I awoke the sky was still black with twinkling stars dotting the pitch-black night. I jumped up and started flying. (Note: Kids don't try this at home) Flying alone at night is very dangerous and risky. But I wasn't feeling like myself anyway so I flew higher and longer. Right now I could use a good thrill. The aggressive wind blew my blond hair back as I went faster and faster, breaking into my super-speed. I landed and I was miles away. Now here I could have done two things:
1.) I could have kept going
2.) I could have gone home
I believe the answer you give to this lies with whether or not you're happy. Don't get me wrong-just because you're sad right now doesn't mean you're not happy. If you're usually a happy-go-lucky, 'I rock' 'I love my friends and family' type, you may not even know it. Sometimes it has to come down to a situation like this to realize whether or not you're the type who doesn't give one [insert word of choice here] or whether or not you care enough about yourself and your friends and your family to come back home. I pity the people who don't care and only care about themselves. I envy the fighters, the lovers, and the dreamers. So which answer did I chose? Well, dearest reader, how well do you think you know Maximum Ride? I flew back home and was home before I was missed.
I climbed through an open window and found Fang waiting there. Oh God! Yes I know we kissed and we clearly have feelings for each other but I just can't deal with this right now, too.
"Max." Fang started. I looked into his warm brown eyes-he was serious, almost nervous.
"Fang? You okay?"
Fang closed his eyes and took a deep breath before he proceeded.
"Max, I think I love you."
"I love you, too."
Note: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. You see, a boy named Nick who graduated from my school last year died on the night of April 14th. He'd been fighting Cancer since he was in 6th grade. He barely made it to high school. On the 15th the middle school (including me, I'm in 7th grade; he was 2 years older than me) didn't do any work all day. The middle school (junior high) teachers and our principle and vice-principle made a memorial for him outside in our field. He was a great soccer player. I didn't know him as well because I don't play soccer, but soccer is big in my school, so a lot of kids from my class knew him well. We wrote letters to him and set them at his memorial. We shared good memories of him. We all miss him dearly, but we know he's in a better place. Also on Friday, my sister's best friend's grandpa died. So things have been really sad for me, but I remembered them while writing this. This week is Spring Break, so I'll be writing a lot. Please keep Nick and my sister's best friend's grandpa in you're thoughts and prayers. (But if you're not religious that's okay.) Thank you.
On a lighter note: I'm thinking of doing a Glee fanfiction. Tell me in reviews if I should or not.
~Eamagrin2