Hi! Jessica here! Yeah… Abby had no idea what to write so she was like "You want to write?" and I was like "Sure." and now I'm here telling you this. Hello!

Sorry for screwing up the order. Again…

I'M FIFTEEN NOW! Yup, my birthday has passed! And a week before I went to an Owl City concert with Abby and our friend Ellie (who we based Christine off of) so that was fun.

So, me and Abby are using our fan fiction as ways to get out of our summer homework (or, as Abby puts it, we're just super dedicated).

My dad is reading over my shoulder as I write this sentence.

I have eight bug bites. I'm symmetrical!

I'm listening to music while I write, and I'm dancing in my seat.

"Who cares if you disagree? You are not me! Who made you king of anything? So you dare tell me who to be? Who died and made you king of anything?" I love that song… Especially the Sam Tsui cover.

Ok. Um. Focus Jessica… We don't own anything. To be perfectly honest, if someone came up to me and said "You can now own any published work you want, which will it be?" I wouldn't say Maximum Ride anyway. So don't sue please.

… I feel bad for Sue. Having a name like that…

Chapter Thirty-Six: Reunited

Iggy POV

So, apparently a lot had happened while I was asleep. Fang and Dylan had gone to the girls room to talk things out with Max, Maya, and Angel while Nudge and Gazzy went to the roof (they were gonna invite me but I guess I was already asleep by then) and it ended with Maya leaving (or so I'm told. I wasn't there, so I don't really know). Max had gathered us all in her room after that to discuss what we were gonna do next.

And then a government building a few miles away from our hotel blew up.

Jessica POV

We must have looked like a couple of nutcases, crying for no apparent reason in the middle of a charred clearing, my purple shield surrounding us like a protective bubble.

Race was curled into a ball, wracking sobs coursing periodically throughout her body. I sat cross-legged next to her, tears pouring down my face and obscuring my vision as I stared at my hands in my lap. We had been sitting like this for twenty minutes now.

"What the heck?" My head darted up at Max's exclamation.

"Pyro died," I stated simply. I vaguely registered Nudge's gasp as I continued numbly. "We don't know where the others are. They might have been in the building for all we know. But Pyro set off a bomb so we could escape. He died."

"The others are alive," Angel interrupted. "I can barely hear them. They're on the other side of town. We have to hurry."

"Alright," Max stated, authority filling her voice. "Let's go. Lead the way Angel."

I canceled my shield and pulled Race to her feet. She was still crying, but quietly now. We unfurled our wings and set off after the Flock and Fang.

Sorry it's so short. I just didn't know what to write… Now I feel like I'm letting you guys down... What with giving you an angsty chapter and then this short one... Abby, you have to write the next chapter.

I'm curious, and I've been meaning to ask for quite sometime now, how do you picture me and Abby? Not as the characters, but as the writers? Like what do you think we look like? I won't confirm anything, but I wanna know…

~Jessica