I actually have good reasons for not updating believe it or not. I was busy everyday(except Saturday but I just didn't feel like it).

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride buuuuuuuuuuut I do own alot of this chapter since it happens to be about my character and I own the plot.

Misty POV

For a moment I lost myself in the joy of flying. The sky was clear. The moon was bright. The stars were shining. My wings slightly glittered in the moonlight. I enjoyed flying in the crisp, cool night air.

Until I noticed how close the ground was. I started to flap franticly, but it didn't work. The hard ground loomed closer. I kept flapping hard even thought it wasn't working, if anything the ground got closer. With my eyes shut tightly I prepared to splat. What a great escape this was turning out to be. I felt bad for whoever found me. A Misty pancake was not a pretty sight. Several minutes passed. I cracked open one eye. Wasn't I supposed to have splatted by now?

Huh. The ground was a safe distance away and I seemed to be rising. My wings moved steadily up and down. I guess it was instinct or whatever. Basiclly, if I didn't try anything my wings would make sure I didn't die. The birdyish-I know thats not a word but what else can I say that makes sense? Oh wait avain. The avian part of me actually knew how to fly.

I flew until I was about to fall out of the sky from exhaustion. And then I flew some more. I had no idea where I was, but I wanted to make sure I was far enough away from Buffalo(A/N Buffalo is in New York close to Niagra Falls if your wondering) that no one would find me. Finally, I figured I was far enough away. I angled downwards stumbling to a stop on my face.

I spit out mouth fulls of dirt and stood up. Was it safe here? I noticed the area was covered in thick fog. How'd I miss that? I pulled a water out of my bag. After guzzling that I emptyed my food onto the ground. I was starving. I had eaten have of my food before I stopped. I didn't want to run out. I had plenty of cash, but i didn't want to waste that. Also in my wallet was my credit card, worthless because i couldn't use it without being tracked. My parents had probably canceled it by now anyway. I'd packed as many practical clothes as could fit in the limited space. The only other thing in the bag was my laptop. It was an extremly high tech model made by some company called Itex. Most importantly it was untracable.

I logged on and checked the time, 4:12 am. Only 4 hours 33 minutes till someone noticed I was missing. The school would see I'm not there and call my parents to make sure I'm not randomly skipping or anything. They'd be too busy to answer their phones. When my mom got home at 7 she would check her messages and send the maid up to get me. When I'm not their she'll get mad at me, not for skipping school but for wasting the five whole minutes of her time it took to listen to the message and find a maid. No one would actually consider I ran away till around midnight. Most likely the maid would guess first. My parents care so much *insert heavy sarcasm*.

I checked my email for lack of a better thing to do. Just a message from my best friend, Abby.

Misty-

Are coming or not?

~Abby

I sighed. I'd put off telling Abby if I could come to her party because I didn't want to lie and say yes but if I said no she would have asked me why. Any reason I gave her wouldn't be good enough, I hadn't wanted her mad at me when I left. I deleted it without replying. A single tear dripped down my cheek. And then I was bawling. Not for the stupid party, but for everything else I'd lost. I missed my friends. I missed the stray cat that sat meowing on the porch until I came outside to pet him. Jumping out of my second story window- something I know I shouldn't be able to do-to sneak out and go meet my friends at 3 in the morning. Going to school. Shopping. Everything.

So many things I would never get to do.

The only thing I wouldn't miss was my parents. They didn't love me, they were only about one step above hating me. To them I was nothing more than a pesky problem they couldn't get rid of. They couldn't get rid of me but they could ignore me as much as possible. When i was little I used to pretend that I was stolen and someday soon my real parents would come and rescue me. We'd all live happily ever after, but not in a castle I never wanted to be a princess. I'd given up on that years ago. Real-life fairy tales didn't exist, castle or not.

I guess you could argue that my wings were from a fairy tale. But what kind of fairy tale girl doesn't want to be a princess? Wings were a curse, not some magical fairy power, a beautiful curse. It was amazing to soar above the world high above the people below, but soaring above them set me apart from everyone else. I was alone. Free, but alone. I didn't realize I had cried myself to sleep till I woke up the next morning.

Ok there might be another long wait. I'm going to try to post another chapter tomorrow but on Thursday I'm leaving for the beach and won't be back till Sunday night. R&R.