Yet again, I don't own Maximum Ride. Here it comes, another one. Btw, I got the idea for this story months ago, but I just didn't have the courage to write it down until my summer school health class. So I spend all and any time writing it down. Just saying.

The next day at school, everyone was asking me where all the bruises and cuts came from.

"I fell."

The attempt last night was, yet again, futile. I still haven't quite figured out to accomplish my goal without beating myself up in the process.

Narrator POV:

At lunch, the two airhead bullies, Morgan and Brittany, Allyson's ex-best friends, decided they were bored and wanted to pick on someone. Naturally, they chose their favorite target. Allyson. These two were a few tacos short of a meal. Make that they're missing all the dag tacos. They were also the cruelest girls in the grade, if they could think of a mean something to say. They still had trouble with multiplication, but were in the 9th grade. Morgan loved to yell, and Brittany loved to follow Morgan.

"Hey Allyson!" they laughed like it was the meanest blow they had ever delivered.

Without even looking up, she replied, "Hello Morgan, hello Brittany. Having a nice day?"

They looked confused. "Um... you're fat! Yeah! Look how much you're eating!"

"Thank you for pointing out that I'm hungry. It makes my life SO much easier."

They were starting to get a little mad now.

"You're so weird Holmes!" screamed Morgan.

"Yeah, you're just a freak!" Brittany added.

Allyson paused, looking up with a confused look on her face. Morgan looked triumphant, and Brittany, seeing her expression, plastered it on to.

"You know what? I am a freak..."

A look of realization passed onto her face.

"What did you say?" yelled Morgan.

"Yeah, what did you say?" backed up Brittany.

"I said I am a freak."

A very scary smile spread across her face, making everyone step back. She seemed to glow with who-knows-what, but it was probably just the lights.

"I'm not normal... I'm not even human."

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Ally POV:

Alright, I blew it. I admit it. But what I told those two was true... mostly. It's true that I'm not human, at least not 100% human. That's what I can figure out myself.

Sure, I've got super strength, super speed, amazing eyes and ears, never out of breath, and yeah, I've got wings. Tan on the outside and white on the inside with tan, brown, and black specks. I STILL can't fly that's what all those roof episodes are about.

Plus, sometimes, I glow. Not in the "oh, you're so beautiful, you're glowing!"Way, even if that's what I'd like to think. It's more of a "Holy *insert word or choice* you're glowing! I'm goanna go pass out now." My wings and skin tend to light up when I'm scared, or really happy. Sometimes it'll happen if I'm extremely mad, but it only happens if my emotions are very strong.

All this freakish stuff happened about 6 months ago. I don't know how exactly I got to be this way, but now I'm a freak and I don't think I'm going back to normal anytime soon.

To make sure I don't end up as some scientist's Christmas toy, I haven't told anyone about my abnormalities, I value my sanity. And life.

Morgan and Brittany freaked out; I don't think they'll be bugging me too much from now on.

One thing's for sure, I don't think I can take trying to live a normal life much longer. It's just too hard to try to be regular. I always have to wear this big sweatshirt and make myself look like a regular dumb and weak blonde. (a.n., not to be hairest to blondes! I'm one to!)

The track coach once found me running the school track field one night. Luckily I was only jogging. He practically begged me to join, I denied. It just wouldn't be fair.

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That night, I double locked the door to my room and took off my sweatshirt. Stretching out my wings felt so good, my skin cast off a light pink glow of pure happiness.

With my wings out wide, I let myself fall to the ground and just lay there, glowing softly.

"Allyson dear, you need to open your door, I have some clean clothes!"

I shot up, startled, and hastily shoved a sweatshirt ever my wings.

The door opened so fast it made my mom drop the laundry.

"Wow, honey, calm down! It's only a few shirts, they don't bite."

"Oh... yeah...sorry...here, let me, I'll get them..."

I quickly bent down, hitting my head against the wall, trying to gather the clothes while trying to calm down also.

"Allyson, what's this?"

I felt a hand touching my back.

But it wasn't my back. It was my wing. My wing that hadn't been stuffed under the cover of my sweatshirt.

I felt my eyes close in dread.

Calmly, I set everything down. "Um... about that..."

I pushed myself out from under her arm and felt myself launched into the air over our balcony.

I didn't fly; I just slowed the descent to a "light crash."

My senses left me completely; I was running on auto pilot and adrenaline.

Go left

Turn right

Stop

Now run

Left again

Hurry up

Experiment

Experiment

Experiment

EXPERIMENT!

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I finally found myself about 12 miles from my home, in a small park I used to bike to all the time.

Hide and seek, tag, all the fun games I used to play here. Experiment experiment experiment.

The moon light shone down on the grove of junipers that was my spot. Crawling through the tiny hole near the base, I beheld my tiny, overgrown hideaway. Some kids had tree houses; I had a house of trees.

Sitting in the tiny ring of moonlight, I just sat and thought, and thought, and thought.

Where do I belong?

Not with normal people.

Not at the zoo. Or do I?

I thought about of all the times I laughed, and all the times I cried.

All the times I was normal, and all the hardships of a freak.

I even thought about Mr. Patching and his experiment stare. Experiment experiment experiment.

If I do stay, what happens?

If I go, where do I go?

Finally, after thinking for a long time, a plan was hatched. Racing back home, I checked my watch. 1:34 in the morning. I had been gone for 4 hours.

At home, I slipped in my window that I always keep unlocked and wrote a goodbye letter to my family and friends, I started packing. After my back pack was stuffed with food, clothes, first aid things, and other necessities, I did something I've wanted to do for months. I cut big wing holes in all my clothes, including the sweatshirt I've been trapped in forever. Staring at that thing that had concealed me for months, it made me feel like all this was final. Once you cut your clothes up, there's no turning back.

I slipped on my luck necklace, a thin silver chain with a tiny silver bird. Everyone who knew me well would think I would hate it; it's so girly and pretty. But I love it.

All the 415 dollars from my bank were in my pocket.

My cat brushed up against my leg and I scratched her right where she likes it. One. Last. Time.

Last, such a sad word. It can be good, like the last time you get sick, but it can be bad to. Like petting your cat. One. Last . time.

I climbed out onto the roof, no time to cry. For the officially 26th time, I ran, so alone but so free, and jumped. My wings shot out, but I moved them differently this time, more of a circle than strait up and down.

I shot upwards, just like my dream! Free!

Let me tell all you ground-bound people down there, flying is amazing. You feel the wind (which is very cold up here) flying through your hair. Zooming past you and your wings. Raising and falling slightly as your wings push you on. It's like nothing you every experience.

I turned left, then right, then free fell for a few seconds before catching myself again.

Everything was still clumsy, but better than nothing. This fledgling has officially left the nest, on my own... all alone...

It's kind of... lonely way up here. 20,000 feet above the ground, dead of winter.

Finally I found the spot I was looking for, my park. It was so still in the soft powdery snow.

I dove down, landing next to my special spot, and crawled in.

I lay down my blanket to protect me from the hard dirt and snuggled into my sleeping bag.

Peanut butter and cold tea was my dinner. I was delicious, like the first meal of a new life.

Finally, once the first rays of daylight poked through the branches, I fell asleep. Totally at peace.

Should she meet the flock? Or not really? I don't know, REVIEW PLEASE!