Dylan's POV
I was alone in NYC without any one to care about me and no one to care about. Since Alli died I made it my priority to find the ever-so-popular Maximum Ride and her flock. I'm like them, I have dark brown wings, like my hair, with black tips. I'm still 2% avian but with some extra. I'm 1% piranha and 97% human. I'm tall, about 5"9', and skinny like them too. My life is harder than theirs. I saw my little sister die when I was eleven. They have each other. I just have myself. I almost got discovered when I was jumped by a gang.
I got captured by Itex and escaped because a whitecoat forgot I couldn't be put in a regular cage because I could chew the metal apart. I was in Starbucks now.
"Ma'am, what would you like?" Asked a man who looked to be to his mid-twenties.
"I'll take a Caramel Macchiato and three Ham & Swiss Paninis." I tried to use a cheerful voice. It didn't work.
"Stacey! Caramel Macchiato and three Ham and Swiss Paninis!" He shouted to the back.
A girl who looked about sixteen with a black and pink pixie cut came from the back with my bag and macchiato,
"That'll be $10.99," he said looking back at me as Stacey gave me my food.
There's one problem: I don't have money. So next I did what I'm always ashamed of when I get stuff to eat. From stores.
I pretended I was getting money from my pocket. There's a power I have that comes when I really need it. Superspeed. I used my superspeed to grab my items and run through the doors. This, of course, caused people to flip out.
When I decided that I ran enough I opened my wings to their full twelve-and-a-half feet and flew half way to Mesa, stopping in Missouri