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Misty POV

The reason for being woken up at 5, as I discovered after a nutritious breakfast of popcorn, was so that we would make it to Max's mom's house before dark. According to Fang's blog, which had become my main source of information since I had a feeling nobody wanted to sit around explaining every important thing in their lives to me, Max was the only one who knew her parents. Iggy had found his, but after that disaster the search for the others parents was stopped. Flying still hadn't lost it's thrill even after three days of flying till my wings were about to fall off.

"I'm hungry," Nudge

"Me too," Gazzy chimed in. I'd learned that flying burns tons of calories which is great and all if your trying to lose weight, but kind of a pain when you were trying to get somewhere as fast as possible.

"Okay we'll land behind that building over there. Then we'll head over and see if we can find an ATM and some food." Max took charge, as usual. I dropped down lower swooping down.

"Stupid roof!" I yelled as I kicked it on my way down. I swear if one more inanimate object tries to get me. . . Just this morning a tree root reached out and grabbed me. Angel giggled.

"The roof doesn't hate you, but I think the tree does." I laughed too while everyone else gave weird looks. Max just shook her head and started walking. The flock+me followed, no one wanted to be left to starve. At the ATM, Max magical produced a credit card and withdrew enough cash for lunch. Remind me again how you get a credit card on the run? First you kind of have to pay for it. Then there's always the matter of tracking. Somehow, Iggy noticed my confusion and took a moment to explain.

"The Voice gave it to her, don't ask. It's safe." Disembodied Voices can give credit cards? I really wondered how that worked.

What kind of town is this? We'd been walking for over an hour and we STILL hadn't found anywhere to eat. Not even a crappy fast-food place. What people here eat? You can't cook every single day. Just as we were about to give up and fly to the next town, the yellow arches of McDonald's were spotted. I've always hated that place, the only things I like there are McFlurries and french fries. Yet right now, ice cream and fries sounded great. The drive-through line was 10 cars long and all the parking spots were full. Seems like everyone was tired of home cooking. We made our way into the crowed restaurant. The wait was about 30 minutes before we finally got to order.

"Um I'll have an M&M McFlurry, a Butterfinger one, and three large fries."

"That'll be-"

"Oh and one of those apple pie things too."

"Is that all?" the frazzled girl asked sarcastically.

"Yeah." She sent dagger glares at us as I paid for my food and went to squeeze into the booth all seven of us had to share. No other seats were available in the crowed restaurant. I dug into my food. I was only on my first set of fries when I noticed the not so discrete stares and whispers of the people around us.

"Are they those bird-kids on the news?"

"Mom! Look, It's those flying kids from TV!"

"Whose that with them?" My spine stiffened. If just one person recognized me. . .

"Ugh not this again," Max glared at the people.

"Were like celebrities now. After the whole Itex thing and all." Nudge beamed and waved to the people. I saw a camera flash go off in my peripheral vision.

"I've got to get out of here. Meet me at the building!" I jumped up and ran for the door. My hair fell over my face keeping people from getting to good a look at me. I pushed past a startled 5-year-old and took off into the air. Okay maybe not the smartest idea, flying away for all to see but this way no one could get a good enough picture to identify me.

I touched down on the roof of the building we had landed at earlier. Few people passed by and no one seemed to notice me on the roof. Twenty minutes later, the flock came and landed on the roof with me.

"What was that about?" Max asked me in her no-nonsense tone.

"Those people had cameras, if one of them recognized me then I don't know, bad things could happen. There's already a search going out for me and if my parents got me again, well, let's just say they would probably start their own 'Itex' illegal experiments and all. I don't really want the publicity thing either. Been there, done that."

"Ooh can I do a make-over on you? Pleeeeeeeeeeease. Since you don't wanna be recognized and all," Nudge was practiclly shaking with excitement. Was it safe to trust my appearance to an 12-year-old? Probably not, but whatever.

"Sure," I answered,"just promise you won't cut my hair too short." Right now it hung to about my waist.

"Okay. Thankyou thankyou thankyou!" She squealed.

"Okay that works, Nudge as soon as we get to Mom's house we'll go get you the supplies you need and for the rest of the trip no more stops."I was still pretty hungry since I didn't think to grab the rest of my lunch, but I agreed with Max. Safety over comfort.

"Here," Angel handed me my fries and the apple pie. "I wanted to bring your icecream but it would've melted."

"Thanks." I smiled at her and finished the food in record time.

"Ready to go?" Max asked.

"Yeah."

"Then let's get out of here."

Ok not the best chapter, kinda filler-y, but I didn't know what to write. I promise the next one will be better. It'll also be in Max's POV.

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