So, this shall be a quick update.
So...Um...we went to concert festival Thursday...We got a 2! Proficient! Whoo!
Yeah...
So, I put up a new oneshot, working on typing up a few more, and I'm also working on some other fanfiction.
Wow, I really don't know what to say right now...
Iggy: I know! Why don't you tell them what you did yesterday.
Me: I BOUGHT THIRTEEN TUBS OF PLAYDOUGH! WHOO!! I've also made lotsa playdough sculptures. -grins-
Alright, well...Since, I have not updated much in so very long, I have something for you.
Iggy: You do?
Me: I do. Alright, well, I've been working on this for a while. It's called 'The Young and the Feathery'. Yeah, it's sorta a spoof on the drama show 'The Young and the Restless'. But, see, I've never really watched it and...Yeah, I'll just let you read the A/N for it.
Before you read this, a note. This is a 'soap opera' so get ready for a large order of 'drama'.
Iggy: What Skits' means is: this is a soap opera , a Maximum Ride soap opera, but this isn't your regular soap opera.
Me: Not at all, unlike most, this one will be comedic. Or, I'll try at comedy anyway. Don't promise any succession. Lol.
Iggy: Okay, now, let's get on with it.
Me: Right. But first, Iggy, disclaim me.
Iggy: Skittles' Surnameless owns nothing Maximum Ride related, James Patterson thinks he owns everything Maximum Ride related, Chuck Norris owns everything.
Me: Word. Okay, let's start.
Yeah, so, why am I showing you this? So I can explain my soon-to-be-posted story. And, as an award to those of you who have not given up on me and are bearing with me through this hiatus, you will get a sneak peek at it. So...
~Max's POV~
I sighed as I walked through to door of my apartment. Another long day at work, another long drive home, another long night alone. After I saved the world a few years back the flock and I decided to lie low for, well, the rest of our lives. It's been quite awhile, I saved the world when I was 16, it was my 'great prophecy' to save or destroy the world when I turned 16, I saved it, obviously. I was now 21. Legal drinking age, whoo! A drink was exactly what I could go for right now, unfortunately, I try to stay sober most days.
Now that I was 21, I had my own apartment in the city. Yes, the city. New York to be exact. I know, I never thought I'd be here either, but, life in the suburbs just isn't my thing, nor life in the country. New York held memories, mostly bad, but some good. I mean, New York is where it all boiled down. Turns out, the center of all my problems was in the city, we blew up one building that was planning world destruction and all our problems were gone. I still think they were going to try to take over the world with duct tape, though, because we found, like, twenty dozen rolls of the gift from God.
Fang, who is also 21, also lives in the city. He has his own place though, and he has a pretty successful job. I haven't talked to him in the last couple days, but last I heard he was working for a big company, had his own house and was happily dating a happily married woman. Okay, so maybe the dating a married woman part wasn't true, but hey, you never know, Fang is quite the ladies' man.
Iggy--can you guess his age?--lives in the burbs, happily married with one two year old, and two one year olds. Yup, that whole sentence was nothing but true. He got married at 19, to my sister. So, now we're in-laws! He managed to knock Ella up twice, the second time they had twins. Who knows what's next. Triplets? Sextuplets? Hey, maybe they can beat out Jon and Kate, maybe even the Duggars. Who knows?
And that brings me to the youngens. Nudge is 18 and she's staying with Iggy and Ella while she goes to college in the suburbs. Gasman, 15, and Angel, 13, are staying with Mom in Arizona, and my newest little sister, Miracle. Mom had her the same day that the flock and I blew up the building here in New York, Mom decided to name her Miracle because, well, that day two miracles happened, I saved the human race and my mother had a baby. And it was quite a 'miracle', more like a huge coinky dink, that they happened on the same exact day. At the same exact time.
Now, you may be wondering who Miracle's father is. Well, he's this really nice guy named John Abate. Yes, that's right, Dr. Abate and my mom. I have to say I wasn't very shocked when that happened, nor was I shocked when they got married after just three months of dating, and I was even less shocked when, less than a year later, Mom told us she was pregnant. And then, on October 13, Miracle Hope Abate was born! Oh, what a great date.
So, that's what's up with the flock location wise, and job wise, I already told you about Fang, Iggy is a factory worker and he does odd jobs on occasions, Ella is a school teacher, Nudge works at Subway while she goes to college, and Angel and Gazzy are students. As for me? I'm a secretary for Fang's big company. Yeah, he got me job there, but can he get me a raise? Nope. 'Sorry, Max, but I don't have that kind of power.' Yet he can get me a job with the snap of his fingers. I will never understand that boy. And on rare days off I volunteer at the preschool on my block. Honestly, I'd rather do that daily than answer the phone and look at the same documents all day every day. I mean, with a preschool, you never know what you'll get. Some kid could get sick from eating the playdoh, a kid could jump off the desk, or even try to fly out the window. Well, the office has it's random days as well. One day one of the big execs got a call from some random old lady in the insane asylum. She was trying to order pizza from the manager at McDonalds, with a five dollar foot long on the side. Yeah...sad thing is, I'm not even making that up. On the weekends I drove out(yes, I can drive now)to, well, where ever I could find, and went flying. Sometimes I'd fly down to Arizona, if I was up for it, to see Mom and the gang.
I threw my keys down on the table, hung my coat up and locked the door back. I made my way to the kitchen and pulled a microwave dinner out of the cabinet. Nowadays, I am a better cook, but most days, like today, I really don't feel like cooking. I popped it in the microwave, set it on sixty, and grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge. I leaned back on the counter and stretched out my wings. Unfortunately, lying low means keeping our wings hidden. Sure, everyone knows a bunch of kids destroyed the company bent on destroying the world, but, thanks to our pals in the government, nobody knows who we were. They do, however, know that the kids that saved them have wings and went into hiding. I'm sure if the people I worked with found out that I was one of the children that saved their lives, they'd undoubtedly crap themselves.
"Now I want hot chocolate..." I muttered to myself. It was November, getting close to Thanksgiving actually, and in New York it was freezing. It was even starting to snow a little bit. I was dreading winter. As you know, I'm not a fan of cold, but New York was just calling me to live here and I stupidly agreed. I turned around and pulled a mug out of the cabinet behind me. As I poured some of the water out of my bottle into it there was a knock at my door. No one ever visited me unannounced, except for the landlord to demand money and the occasional girl scout with those irresistible thin mints. I furrowed my brow and walked into the front room. I looked through the little hole thing they put in the middle of the door, I figured out what that was for when I first moved in, and saw that is none other than the person that taught what it was. Fang. I opened the door and he shot me a crooked grin.
"What're you doing here?" I asked him. His smile faded.
Yeah...So, this should be posted sometime soon-ish...Ish...yeah...
Well, anyway, this hiatus has been extended.
Why? Our final exams got set back. So, after Spring Break, which will be the week after next, we are going to be reviewed hard...and I mean, like, really hard. They take these tests very seriously, and my teachers are probably going to be drowning us with homework and after-school reviews. -sigh- So, yeah...That'll be for 3 weeks, then we have the actual testing starting on May 10th.
Then, May 20th is my Spring Concert. Whoo!
I also have some 'gigs' for Jazz band. I really dont' remember the dates, but I know we have to play for a school board meeting. Joyous. Then we have to play at the Spring Concert.
Alright, well, anyway, my point in telling you this is that, after testing and after the concert, expect some updates.
Well, now Ig and I have to go eat dinner.
So, that's what's up with us. Ta ta for now.
