Thank you soo much for all the reviews! Especially from M333gan3 you've really helped me)
Ok peeps, I've found out how I'm gonna do this: I'm gonna follow the third book (though I probably will change some things), but I'm gonna put in other parts. It's not like I'm gonna write it word for word, I'm just gonna follow where the travel and stuff.
Btw, I am not Jams Patt, and don't own the characters, however, I do own this plot. I've talked to M333gan a bit, and she's gonna write something similar and that's fine by me;) So keep an eye on what she post, 'cause I think its gonna be good )
Back to the story3
Noticed
Max's PoV
We stole a van. An 80's love-making van. Jeez… It's easier not to get tracked then, I hope.
"Max, please! I'm sooo hungry! Can't we stop to eat soon? Max. Max? MAX!"
I looked up at Nudge sitting in the front seat next to Fang.
"Huh?" Was my brilliant answer. I didn't really want to know what she just had asked for. I kind of already knew. Food. Nudge's first priority in every case.
We had been driving for about five hours, and only stopped once to fill gas. And that was two hours ago, and we hadn't gotten anything to eat since we were in a hurry.
"Food Max. I'm hungry, and I like, think you can hear my stomach grumble to like, the moon or something."
"Oh.. right, whatever." I turned back to looking out the window, just watching the other cars go by with happy families. Normal families, not on the run for their lives. God, I wish I was in one of those cars, with my family. And not the flock, I mean, don't get me wrong; I love my flock. It's just, every thing would be so different if I was in one of those other cars with my own family. A mom, a dad, and even a sister or a brother or both.
But we were in a 80's love-van driving for our lives.
"Max, are you ok?"
Angel.
I turned to look at her and smiled. "Of course honey. Why?"
She looked a little skeptical. I turned to look at the others noticing that everyone was staring at me. even Iggy, though he couldn't actually see me.
"What?" I asked confused. Was there something on my face?
"Uhm… Are we gonna stop or not? You kind of didn't answer that question, and we are hungry. Not just Nudge." Iggy told me.
"Oh, well, yeah. I guess we can stop to eat. Sure, yeah. Uhm, Fang, just stop at the next place that serves food would you?"
I turned back to the window again, not bothering that the others were still watching me.
Fang's PoV
I looked at Max from the mirror. She had been staring through it the whole time, and this was the first time she had spoken the whole ride. She hadn't even raised her voice when Nudge and Gazzy had started discussing, really loundly, the meaning of the word "Shitt". It's not really a big deal to say shitt, but Max is kind of overprotective that the younger kids shouldn't learn those words in at least five more years.
"Angel, are you getting anything wired from Max?"
Angel concentrated for a bit before she answered in my mind.
"No, she is just thinking about the families driving by. But Fang, she's acting really wired. Is she all right?"
I shifted my eyes back to the road. "I'm sure she's fine Angel. Just tired I guess."
No need to make the younger kids worry.
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Iggy's PoV
So we were camping again, in, guess what! A TREE! Big shock there.
We had been driving all day, and when we finally had stopped for the night, everyone had practically thrown themselves out of the car.
Now, I was making dinner for the flock, and let me tell you, I might be good at it, but it's kind of boring, especially when you have to make food for like six people who eats for at least three or four people each.
Angel was playing with Celeste and Total, Nudge was quietly (HALLELUJAH!) reading a fashion magazine she had picked up from one of the gas stations, Gazzy was making a drawing of hopefully our next bomb, Fang was quiet (as usual) just watching the fire, I guess.
How do I know all this you ask? I am blind, yes. I haven't gotten my vision back or anything (God forbid), but I do have ears, and very good ears I might say. I could hear the breathing, the movement, about anything a person did I a one mile radius. Oh, and I was a good cook, if anyone was wondering about that.
But then there was Max. By now, she would've usually have gone around to everyone checking that everyone was doing fine, then she would ask me if I needed any help, and I would've given her a 'I might be a little depressed sometimes, but I'm not planning suicide just yet' kind of look, she would laugh knowing exactly what the look meant, and the she would go over to Angel and play with her.
But now, Max was just sitting there. Thinking, I guess, but it was so unlike her to be so quiet. She had even said less then Fang had all day, and believe me, that's saying something.
Something was defiantly going on with her. I just hope that Fang would do something about it.
I wasn't exactly the person who talked to Max like that. Non of us were, except for Fang. I knew they had their moments.
God, they were so meant to be. Why didn't they just kiss and get on with it? (Did I just say 'meant to be'? jeez, I had been hanging way too much out with Nudge.
That's it folks. The story is done. Juuust playing;) This was kind of bad, or wired, but it was sort of just to let you guys know that Max really did have an effect on what had happen to her, and that the others did notice.
Well, I am begging you to review!! They make me so happy! I mean, people actually seem to think I'm a good writer! (Smiling her folksD)
Btw, as I said at the top, there might be another one out tonight, but just might. I'm going up to my cabin tomorrow, so then I won't post for like at least four days..