Heeyyyy guys. I was bored so I decided to put chapter 3 up. Uh, yeah, so I don't really have anything to say except for a) Thanks for the reviews, etc! and b) I still need a name for the island. Your input would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own MR

3. MPOV

You know when you really don't want to do something because you have a horrible feeling in the pit of your stomach about it, and all at the same time you really want to do it? Yeah, that's how I felt right now. Dylan…he was nice and sweet and perfect. I was really thinking that I had made the wrong decision. But, then again, he was, like, made for me. And I did say like. So I wasn't totally convinced. Not yet anyway.

"Max! Your mom wants you in the library!" Ella yelled at me.

"Ugh, coming." I yelled back. I really didn't feel like doing anything today.

When I got down there, my mom was sitting in one of the big burgundy velvet chairs. There were 2 on each side of a small coffee table. She was drinking hot tea. I went and plopped down next to her.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Mm. Nothing. Just wanted to talk to you."

"No, mom." I said looking at her. She looked utterly confused. "The sky's up."

She rolled her eyes at me. "Well, my oh so immature daughter. So, how exactly do you feel about Dylan?"

I heasitated. "I-I'm not sure, really. I mean, I've met the guy once, and he's nice and whatnot, but…I don't know. How about I talk to you more after I've known him longer, kay?"

"That's fine, sweetheart. Take your time."

After that, I curtsied and wandered the castle. On my journey, I found the secret passage Ella and I used to use when we were little. I went to kitchen to grab a flashlight and headed on in. We used to hide notes and stuff in here, so I was curious as to what I would find. First, I found a letter. It wasn't addressed to me or Ella but my mother. And it was from my dad. I decided I'd rather not read a sappy love letter now. I also found a few toys, but nothing special.

I don't know how long I spent in there. At least 2 hours. It took me about 10 minutes, but I found an exit. People were probably super worried about me. I went out to the parlor first and found a maid. I tapped her on the shoulder and she whirled around.

"Oh! Your highness. Your parents are worried about you, Princess." She said, giving a small awkward curtsy.

"I'm sorry." I replied, walking over to the intercom on the wall.

I pressed the call button. "Mom? Dad? You there?"

I waited and a few moments later, my mom came on. "Maximum Ride! Where on earth have you been? We thought you had run away or something! Don't ever do that to us again! Come to our bedroom now, please."

"Coming." I replied.

When I got to the room, my mom was pacing back and forth, muttering to herself. My father was just watching her.

"Ah, Max." he said when he noticed me.

I didn't respond.

"Max. Where were you?" my mother demanded.

"I was in the passage Ella and I would play in when we were little."

"We told you to stay out of there after what happened the last time!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry. I forgot."

*FLASHBACK*

Ella was supposed to meet me at 2 am exactly. We were 5 years old. I grabbed my flashlight and ran to the nearest entrance of the passage, which was a few feet down the hallway from my room. I looked to make sure no one was around, and slipped into the pitch blackness. I clicked on my flashlight and did our whistle code that only we knew about. I very faintly got a reply. She was far away. We continued whistling until we bumped into each other and fell over giggling.

"So. Do you want to play with this thing?" I asked. "I found it in my mom's room."

I pressed a button and a screen lit up. So did Ella's face, and she nodded.

We played with it for about an hour and we accidentily fell asleep in there.

We didn't wake up until about 9 am, and when we got out, we had officially been reported dead or missing. We weren't allowed in there ever again.

*END FLASHBACK*

"I highly doubt that you forgot." My mother said, sounding arrogant and annoyed.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. I was 17, for crying out loud! I wasn't that careless anymore.

"Max, just because you're older doesn't mean that you're totally independent. You'll be totally independent after we're dead, and even then you'll probably be married so someone will be looking out for you." My father said.

I was dumbfounded. My father had inherited the throne when he was 14. He had met my mother when he was 16, gotten married when he was 17, and had me when they were 20. They could be independent, but I couldn't? Unfair on so many levels. Both of them could choose whether they wanted to get married. My father was a king, and my mother was a first class town girl. They had met while walking to the market. That was how most of the people on this stinking island met. Or they went to school together. But I don't go to school. I'm homeschooled. Why did I have to be so different? Oh yea, because I was born in this family, with these parents. Sucks to suck, doesn't it?

I left without being dismissed, which I knew would drive my parents insane. It usually did. They were probably just going to lecture me for another hour, anyway.

I headed to my room and read a book until I fell into a dreamless sleep.

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