Minimum Ride

A Maximum Ride Fan Fiction

Chapter 2: Living an (Almost) Normal Life

As you might imagine, I have to keep my wings on a need-to-know basis, which just includes my parents, maybe a few friends. So, when my sister opened the bathroom door joining her room to the bathroom, you might guess I had to pull my wings in tight, thanking God she couldn't see me from where she was walking to the toilet.

"Get up, I gotta pee." she said, still half asleep. Her unbelievably curly hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she had her glasses on, as opposed to her contacts.

"Yeah, whatever." I muttered and got up, pulling my wings in tighter, making them ache. Pain was worth being left alone.

I took a second to brush the worst tangles out of my hair, then headed to the kitchen.

I opened the pantry and grabbed a package of poptarts out of the box. After tearing them open, I popped them into the toaster, setting the dial on medium. I then headed to the fridge, opened it, and pulled out the orange juice. I poured myself a cup just as Payton walked into the kitchen.

"Mornin', Payt'n." I said brightly, carrying my juice to the toaster, where my poptarts were still toasting.

"Hi.." she mumbled sarcastically, no doubt still grouchy from waking up. She got a box of cereal from a cabinet and poured a bowl full of what looked like fruit loops.

Just then, my poptarts popped up, making me jump. I turned to the toaster and took the poptarts out, dropping them onto a plate. I carried the plate and my cup of juice to the coffee table in the living room. I plopped down and clicked the TV on. I flipped through many channels on the guide, including one about dog whispering (WTH?) and another about hoarding. I finally decided on a show about cake decorating. I sat back and grabbed a poptart, basically ate it in two bites, and then grabbed the other. I ate that one in the same manner, and drained the juice. Another thing, I eat way more than any mamby-pamby human teenager. I usually consume 3,000 or 4,000 calories a day, even though I maintain a normal, if not really skinny, weight, thanks to my super-light bird bones. Just another joy of being an genetically modified bird kid.