Sorry, I always get so distracted when I'm writing fanfictions because of stupid facebook . . . anyways, here is the chapter and I hope you like it. Please R&R and check out some of my other books I've updated. Enjoy.

My Real Life 20

MPOV

Australia.

Well, it was . . . a beauty.

At one point, the flock and I were soaring over barren lands with as little as one tree in a radius of about 10 miles – and then at another point, we were gliding through the thin air over top of what I thought was Sydney. It was about 6:00pm by the time we arrived there, and the city was luminous. The dark blue waters looked rich and mysterious as the lights from the Sydney Opera House. Cars piled onto the Sydney Harbor Bridge as they tried to get entrance into the large incandescent city that was awaiting them.

I looked over at Angel and saw the amazement reflecting off of her eyes. She smiled at me.

Iggy outstretched his arms and yawned and I resisted the urge to smack him. "Man, I'm beat," he said to no one in particular. He turned to Fang. "Do you think it's possible to sleep while flying?"

"Uh . . . I don't know," Fang replied honestly.

"We're in such a beautiful place right now, Iggy, and all you can thin about right now is sleep?" I asked him, annoyed.

He shrugged in mid-air. "Hey, we've been flying for a long time, Max."

Gasman yawned and I noticed his eyes drooping. "Yeah, Max, this place looks awesome and all, but, can we get some place to sleep maybe?"

I looked at the rest of the Flock and did a double take. Nudge looked like she could really use a bath; Angel looked like she might drop out of the sky because of sleep deprivation; Gaz looked like he might start counting flying-sheep . . .

Yeah, we needed somewhere to go for the night.

"Alright, guys, let's find a place to land, then we'll check the place out and find a hotel or something. Sound cool?" I asked them.

I got several tired nods.

FPOV

As we were landing behind the Sydney Opera House, I can't help but notice Max glancing everywhere around us, taking pre-caution's, I assumed.

She was always too vigilant sometimes . . .

I guess I should be thankful that she's always looking out for the Flock but she needs to relax sometime. We were in Australia. We were half way across the world from The School, yet she didn't believe that we could be safe here for a little while.

"Tuck your wings in," Max tells us lamely.

We do as we're told.

She stands up tall and walks with a purpose as she guides us through the city. "If anyone see's any signs of danger, let me know," she mutters.

I make my way up to her quick pace and slip my hand through hers. I can hear Angel and Nudge behind me giggling, but I don't care.

Max's tension eases a little and she gives me a small smile.

I squeeze her hand. "You okay?"

She nods and looks back at the crowds of people in front of us.

"Still a little claustrophobic, are we now?" I tease her lightly, but she doesn't smile. She doesn't laugh.

Her expression is rigid and solemn as she replies to me and a dreary voice. "We're never going to be safe," she whispers.

"I know," I say in a small voice.

"They're never going to have a normal life," she says, a little defeated.

"Hey," I say. I get her too look me in the eye as we walk. "Who said normal was fun?"

Not much, I know.

It's short, yeah.

But still. R&R?

Thank you for reading

~Laurel~