Author's Note: Hiya! 3rd chapter! Woot woot. I'm going to say a BIG thank you to Katie-3llen for her idea for this chapter, Thank-you!!! Anyway…This chapter is going to be from Rooks POV 'cos…'cos I need to get her and Mammoth's characters across. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, places or concepts, except Rook and Mammoth, they're mine due to too much free time!
Date: Today!
Dear Diary,
My name is Rook and I am 14 and short.
That sounds really stupid.
Dear Mammoth ('cos I know you're just going to read this anyway.)
Today I took Ari to the park. We had lots of fun.
Today I made Ari a bacon sandwich. He ate it all.
Today Mammoth actually helped out! Shock, horror, disaster!
Today…
Today I got an email from Iggy; which is great because I haven't heard from him in years. However, now I really want to see him and Fang and Max and Gazzy and Angel, and especially Nudge: we haven't talked in, like, forever! So I sent him an email back in reply. I already have an evil plot forming mwahahaha! Well it's not that evil…but you get the gist. Right?
Anyway. So I'm writing this after dinner. Mammoth is out (again) and Ari is on the computer (again) playing games. Earlier today Ari walked in when I was writing the reply to Iggy, and well, he completely freaked out.
So I'm typing away, la la la. Ari walks in. "Hi Ari" I said and in case he didn't hear me, I waved as well. "Watcha doing?" he said, well actually he said 'what are you doing?' but that's boring! And I said "emailing some friends" and then he said "who?" and I said (my English teacher isn't gonna be proud of this grammar is she? Ah well I'm suspended anyway…back to my gripping tale of how Ari freaked out) "You've got eyes haven't you? Look in the send box!" So he looked
And looked
And looked
And looked.
And then I remembered that he can't read, and he can only just about spell his name. so I read it out to him, except he didn't hear me cos he was looking for letters he recognised and mumbling to himself. I poked him and told him again.
Commence freak out!
"What?"
"It's from Iggy." I repeated
He looked at the screen again. Why, I don't know. He turned around and stormed out of the room.
To cut a long story short: I chased him into the kitchen where Ari started yelling at me about how this was betraying his trust and that he didn't want me communicating with Fang or Iggy. I asked why and he told me that he didn't get along with Fang. I told him, No duh! Because Fang always holds a grudge, especially concerning Max, and then Ari started yelling and at that point I tuned out. Then Mammoth got off his lazy ass and came to see what Ari was yelling about. By this time I had decided that this 'yelling' looked quite fun and was attempting to yell back.
Mammoth put his hand over Ari's mouth and told him to shut it. I was having to much fun trying to yell and ignored him. Seeing as now Ari wasn't saying anything and the radio was off, the only sound was my hoarse whispers, i.e. yelling. I stopped to breathe and looked at them. Gee, who knew not being able to talk properly was such fun!
After we had all stopped laughing, we went our separate ways. Mammoth took his own advice and took Ari to the cinema; and I went back to my email.
I finished my email to Iggy. Then I got to thinking about the last time I had seen the flock. It had been years ago. Mammoth claims he doesn't remember any of this, so I'm going to write it down. Not that I can ever forget…
It was just a regular day at the School. Oh you know: caged illegal mutant hybrids and illegal medical testing, just as usual. Nothing happened that day. Everything broke that night. I say broke, I mean shattered. The whitecoats had devised a new exercise for the Erasers it was called: Lets-chain-a-bird-kid-by-the-neck-and-see-if-it-can-get-away! It was SO much fun. Not. I was the first bird kid up, you know, me being the shortest of the older kids. The Runt. So I had a great iron collar around my neck connected to a chain which was securely fastened to the ground. Then they released the Erasers.
I would love to say my life flashed right before my eyes, but it didn't. Anyway it would have been boring. I jumped and dodged, I kicked and punched, hey I even bit those darn Erasers. During my unsuccessful fight with the Erasers, my trusty brother Mammoth had busted his way out of the cage where they were holding the rest of the flock. I bet those whitecoats were seriously rethinking the decision to give him steroids since birth.
By this time I was in the air and seasonably safe. Well until some moron came and yanked on the chain repeatedly while the flock were kicking some serious Eraser butt. The repeated chain yanking caused pain and blood. I couldn't tell what was happening and then I passed out. When I woke up I was on the ground with Mammoth kneeling over me and trying to fix my throat, which had been ripped open. After that we left, the flock had already been rounded up, and they thought I was dead.
So here we are. I can't talk above a whisper, and my sixteen year old brother is a giant. Me and my brother Mammoth, in a house in a suburb in England; where they can never find us. Because I deleted all our files, it's like we don't exist.
Peace out
Rook.
P.S. Mammoth, I got suspended for repeatedly disrupting my class by refusing to speak above a whisper. Psht, schools, who needs 'em?
Author's Note: hehe, hopefully this explained some stuff. Thanks for reading, please tell me if you liked it (or not) and how I can improve!