LETTER UNSENT Dear Fang,
January 12th

Last night you must have recieved my letter. The bitter, confusing letter. But Nudge came, to the hotel reception, and she saw me. Terrified and angry she spun on me.
"Two weeks,Max" she said, sobbing.
"I'm sorry Nudge, but I had to. No, I have to." I looked away, at the darkness outside.
"Why Max?" she asked and I shook my head.
"It's not safe for the Flock if I stay. If I stay then there's no chance for you"
Nudge looked angry; she's not stupid. She probably thinks I betrayed you, but that is far from the truth.
I left to save you not to destroy you. Of course you might not understand that. You probably never will. 'Cos I won't send anymore of these letters to you, not if I can help it. Twelve days alone. The first twelve days of a new year. Some new year. I will stay away though.
After seeing Nudge, I flew with all of my superspeed, flying further then I ever have before, and faster. By the time I had calmed down, I was exhausted and almost falling out of the sky. It was also five hours later, and I was in France. France! So far from home, and yet so fast I had got here.
But that is not the most exciting news I have recieved today. The Voice returned, this time not with a dire warning, but with another piece of fortune cookie wisdom.
"The Flock are not the only ones"
What does it mean?
I daren't believe that it means that I am not alone- it can't mean that. We, the Flock are the only successful avian-human hybrids. We have to be. They wouldn't be undetected for so long, right?
But I can hope, can't I? There is nothing wrong with that. I think there isn't anyway.
I hope their is another flying mutant kid. Tommorrow I am going to see the Eiffel Tower.

-Maximum Ride, Bird Kid (and temporary tourist!!!)