Hey! (: This is my fist FanFic so I hope you all enjoy it! Constructive criticism is always welcome!
Takes place during Maximum Ride: Angel(:
Enjoy!
Maya's Envy~
Where ever she went eyes followed her. She walked with such confidence the ground seemed to shake with each step. It was almost impossible not to stare. Most of the admirers were men who all looked like they wanted to try their luck with her. Girls eyes were filled with either awe or jealousy.
And mine? Envy.
Maximum Ride was no fashionista, no make-up artist, and no hair-stylist, heck I'd be surprised if she knew how to apply mascara! But she still was a Beauty Queen to the naked eye. Her legs seemed to go on forever, her arms are toned, her hair was a long chocolate brown that shined when it caught the light, and her eyes sparkled even though they've seen enough horror to last a lifetime.
Those who got the to know her knew that she didn't take bullshit from anyone, and could flatten you like a bug if you crossed her. And if you threatened her family? Well I'm not even going to go there. However, those who got to know Max on a personal level knew that deep inside that heart of stone, you'd find gold. She would do anything to help or save her family, even if that meant risking her life or dying, whichever came first.
And me? I was second best. Always second best. I was Maximum Ride's clone. Sure I resembled her but my hair was cut at an uneven angle where half tickled my shoulders and half hung in the air. Nothing compared to her long, vibrant locks that hung close to her waist. My eyes were more dull and never seemed to get a break from my hell whole of a life, while hers were more captivating. My nose was slightly crooked from being broken too many times, I had uneven eyebrows, my thunder thighs stood out from all the comfort food I've eaten while her's were slim but muscular, and I had to skinniest toes I think the world has ever seen. Imperfect, sloppy seconds, second best, failure I've heard it all.
I don't just envy her I want to be her. Which is kind of ironic because I am her clone. But I wanted first place, success, and perfection. I was sick and tired of being on the lower podium while she looked down on me.
Please Review!
Criticism is always welcome!
~Liz