Five Years and Three Hundred Days a.f.
A/N: hey guys. I am currently typing this out in science class. This chapter is a LOT shorter than the last one, but I'll get a good chapter up hopefully by tomorrow. Here is a fair warning; this is also a lot worse than my last chapter. It is EXTREMELY OOC so please don't mob me. I have some news for you guys I will start with the bad and go to good.
Bad for everyone: I have Latin, science fair (maybe because I typed this out instead of my research paper…), and other stuff to catch up with.
Good for me, Bad for you: I have largish handwriting.
Bad for me, Good for you: this story is currently taking up about fifty pages and then some in another notebook.
Good for everyone: My typing is getting faster, and I will be going on vacation next week leaving time to type and post. Now on with the story!
MPOV
This was it. This was the letter he left five years and three hundred days ago. (Yes I count, don't remind me how pathetic I am.) Today was my twentieth birthday. It was supposed to be happy.
The voice came back a few days ago with revenge on its mind (or was it my mind, o well, I still whole minutes. Leaving me all alone to MY depressing mind. (Yay me!) So it came back screaming at me. (Nothing like you can imagine 10,000 worse than the typical ringing in your 100% human ears.) It was screaming at me, demanding that I read the letter. I couldn't. It was a happy day and Fang or not, he would not ruin it for me.
Trust me Max, your missing the final clue to the puzzle!
No, I absolutely refuse to read the letter.
Dylan is gone now, you need to read it!
After hours of this relentless torture I caved. I had it from myself years ago, after shredding it and putting back… let's just say that it was fine after 3 rolls of scotch and two of duct. So now my room was totally trashed after looking for it.
Just the sight of it brought on new waves of pain. I couldn't do this. I, the great Maximum Ride, the savior of the world, could not read a simple sheet of paper. The racket in my head started again, bringing me to my knees in pain. I laid defeated on the floor.
Max please, we need you
As if I didn't have enough annoying voices in my head. But her sweet eleven-year-old voice was just what I needed at that time.
If you step through the door, it will stop.
Angel promised. I got a grip as it all started to slowly fade away. I got up and looked into the mirror hanging on my bedroom door. I looked like crap. Oh well, nothing new. I put my hand on the medal door knob. I decided to take a second glance around the room. White and light blue. The colors of my sanctuary, the sky. My billowing curtains ruffling in the breeze. (Billowing? Ruffling? Really? I've gotta stop talking to Total the Second so much.) I looked out the wind that my "ruffling, billowing" curtains outlined. A storm was coming. This sky looked nothing like my haven, my sky. I saw a familiar shadow flash by and blinked. No, it couldn't be him. I turned around an opened the door, to a very relieved looking Angel, Gazzy, and Iggy.
A/N: review please and put it on a scale of one to five of stupidity. I forgot my disclaimer so yeah,
Disclaimer: thank you J.P. for writing this series, and you suck for breaking up fax
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