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Max on Strike

"Max, you can't be serious." Fang said in disbelief.

She raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes. "I am completely serious. In fact, I think you should join me. We do so much, and no one else does anything."

Fang scowled, "Are you insane? We're on the run! You can't go on strike."

"Oh yes I can. I don't have to be leader. Do you think that I have to be leader?" Max demanded.

"Yes."

She breathed heavily through her nose, "Now you're the one that's kidding, right?"

"No."

Max crossed her arms and pursed her lips. "It's official then. I am going on strike and I can do whatever I want."

"And what do you plan to do?" He asked.

Max smiled, "This," and she leaned forward to press her lips to his. "And sense I'm on strike I'm not even going to worry that it could ruin our friendship or tear apart the flock." And she walked over to the campfire where the rest of the flock sat.

--

"MAAAAXXX!!" Nudge called as she ran to me.

I looked up from the book I had barrowed from Ella. It was excruciatingly boring, but it was better than nothing.

"MAX! I'm bleeding."

I was concerned. I might have been on strike… but… "Where?"

She lowered her voice, "My… my… you know."

I almost starting laughing. "Sorry Nudge. I'm on strike. You should go talk to Fang. He knows what you're going through and he can explain every little detail."

She looked at me like I was crazy. "What?! I can't tell him where I'm bleeding."

"Yes… you can. Just tell him you're peeing blood or something… Better yet! Tell him your vagina is bleeding and you think you could die."

She screamed, "I could die!?"

--

"FANNGGG!"

My eyes darted in her direction. Something was wrong with Nudge.

"Fang!"

I headed over to her, "What is it?"

"I'm… peeing blood! I'M GOING TO DIE!"

I was at a loss for words. Which was unusual, seeing as I had plenty to say but never said it. Now though… "Nudge…"

"FANG! HELP ME!!! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" When she started to hyperventilate I knew this wasn't a one-man job.

"Iggy!"

He walked over and sighed, "I've heard the problem."

Max laughed from where she sat, "Ah, her two dads. How cute."

"MAX!" Nudge screamed, "HOW CAN YOU LAUGH WHEN I AM GOING TO DIE!"

Max stopped laughing then and I looked at Iggy. "How are we going to explain this?"

Iggy dropped his head, "I have no idea. This is… embarrassing."

"OMG! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE JUST SITTING THERE WHILE I BLEED TO DEATH!"

Iggy glanced up, "Okay, Nudge, the truth is that's called a period."

"As in period?! The period on my life. The day I die? Because you won't do anything! Stop the blood."

Iggy laughed, "And how are we going to do that?" It was nervous laughter.

"Well, the thing about a period is. Every girl has a period. Max has one. It happens every time for a girl when she reaches a certain age." I went on.

"You mean the blood will never stop? And I'll bleed my whole life?"

"No, no, no, no!" Iggy held his hands up to stop her. "You won't bleed all time. Only for like… Five days or so."

She gasped, "But I'll still die. Nobody can bleed for five days and live."

I sighed, thinking of how to calm her down. "You see Nudge. Every girl bleeds so they don't have a baby."

"Whaaat?"

Iggy laughed, "Well technically no, Fang."

I looked at him, "I don't want to get into that right now."

"Into what?" Nudge demanded.

"Er," I said, "Long story short. Girls bleed there so that a baby doesn't grow inside of her. That would be at the time called an egg. So the body kicks it out. It just means that you're growing up."

"Wait!" She cried out, "So I'm killing babies?!"

"What?" Iggy asked,"No, you aren't… you just. GOD DAMN IT DON'T ASK QUESTIONS! IT JUST HAPPENS!"

She had tears in her eyes and looked at Iggy.

"Pointer!" Max called, "Don't yell at her. She's scared. I was too."

Iggy shook his head, "Then, Max, why don't you come over here and explain everything to her?"

"Because. I'm on strike."

--

The second day Max was on strike Erasers came. Max didn't tell me.

After we fought them, I looked at Max, who really didn't fight at all but ducked behind me.

"Why didn't you tell me they were coming?"

She looked at me like I was insane. "What? I was supposed to yell, 'The Erasers are coming! The Erasers are coming!'?"

--

"Oh that smells yummy." Max said.

"Good." I agreed as I went on cooking. Finally I was done and gave everyone their stick of food. I didn't have one for Max.

"Iggy, where's mine?" She asked.

I tilted my head, "You're on strike. Well, I'm on strike for giving you food. Go catch it yourself. Or pick some berries."

I was still mad about having to explain the menstrual cycle to Nudge.

--

"Total, I don't understand, no one will explain to me."

The dog looked up at Nudge, "Well, I know exactly what you're going through and I can explain!"

"How do you know?"

I started my story, "So I met this bitch once and she had the same problem."

"That's not a nice word." Said the eleven year old.

Total rolled his eyes, "Silly girl, bitch is the word for female dog. Does Max tell you nothing?"

--

"Hey, Fang." Max said.

I ignored her.

"Fang."

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah?"

"Being on strike is boring. I'm leader again."