Two: Check, Check, Her List:

One week later:

"Sleeping bag and pillow?"

"Check." I say, indolently pointing at the rolled up green sleeping bag that I'd got at a nearby Kmart for five dollars and a handful of dimes. A little too much for something I wasn't ever going to use again but oh well. I could always bring the stupid thing back once this senseless trip was over and done with and use it for a blanket. "And check." The pillow was rolled up into the sleeping back, the white butt sticking out a little.

With a smooth glide of her pen she checks the two off her list. "Aluminum water bottle?" she says next.

I picked up the blue water bottle, eyeing it distastefully. "Check." I say. It had a sliver dangling clip on the side in the shape of a triangle to clip to a bag, and had a screw on plastic lid. Hoooow fancy!

She checks that off her list too.

"Flashlight?"

I pick it up and click it on, pointing it towards her face. "Flashlight, cheeeeck."

She swats it out of her face then checks it off the list. "Batteries for the flashlight?"

"Um…" I quickly unscrew the lid of the flashlight, peering inside spotting the two batteries snugly hugging one another inside, I say, "Check."

"Extra pack of batteries for the flashlight?" she asks, "And first aid kit?"

I look at her as if she owns the pair of wings. "Why would I need a first aid kit? I'm not human remember. And yeah, I have the extra pack."

My mom puts the list down, looking at me over her reading glasses. "You are so… just with wings. And you can still get hurt. Besides it was on the list."

I roll my eyes at my mom's unnecessary worries. I could fight an army of guys with my arms bound behind my back and a blindfold covering my eyes. I could kicked and chop, beat and bruise anyone I want. But a mom is a mom, she'll worry needlessly.

"Alrighty then, check."

"Good. Food bars?"

I reach for the scattered bars in a verity of different flavors. "Check… wait, why are these on the lists?"

I read some of them. Cookie dough. S'more. Chocolate and peanut butter.

"There not. But you have to eat more than the normal amount. They don't know that. Hide them and eat them when you really need to eat. Got it?"

I laugh. "Okay mom. Thanks. What's next?"

"Umbrella, extra underwear and socks?"

I bow an arrow a pair of purple thongs across the room. "Underwear, check. And check for the socks and umbrella."

My mom glares at the underwear that landed on my lamp. "When did you start wearing thongs?"

I thought about it for a second. "Since I decided I was a women."

"And that was when…?"

"When I first had my period." I said bluntly. "Oh. I also realized because I have no boobs I had to do something to feel womanly."

My mom laughs. "Trust me Max. When you're my age, you'll be thankful you have tiny bobbies."

"Okkkkkayyyy… This became weird. What's next?"

Another half hour went by of looking over the list and making sure I have everything. And finally I did. My bed was full of organized piles; clothes, bedding, flashlight and batteries. Bug sprays and umbrellas, two of both. I told my mom I only need one. Her argument? I could use up all of the bug spray, so It was key to have an extra so my skin wouldn't become a chew toy, and the umbrella could be eating my a bear. Clever mom. I also have piles of food; snack bars, dry fruit, and trail mix. My purple bedspread was invisible to the eye of all the camping supplies.

"Okay Max. All you have to do is pack it all into the duffle bags."

"Wait, aren't you going to help?" I ask.

She laughs. "Nope. You got yourself into this. I helped you check over everything. The rest is you. I'll go order pizza for dinner."

And with that she left.

I cannot wait until this was over.

Next is the start of Max on her camping trip! Review!

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