Disclaimer: Llamas with Hats!I love llamas and if you are into funny videos look that up, until then, let us please continue to read a story with characters that will soon be mine, but at the moment are James Pattersons! Sigh, but I shall have my revenge!

Max was right there under our fingertips. Now she is on some train to an unknown destination. At the moment, Angel, Nudge, and Gazzy are crying, and Iggy is close to going over the edge, and I am trying to contain my rage.

"What are we going to do Fang?" asked Nudge and I wanted to scream, yell, and cry all at the same time. However me being me, I don't cry that often, so I will not be a crybaby right now.

"Did any of us see what train she was headed on?" I ask and no one replies except Gazzy who is now 10, and nearly has the mental toughness of the best CIA agent.

"I saw a big number 9 on the side of the train. Does that help?" As he fills me in on this information, I head over to were a map of all the train routes lead to and how to get there. I follow a bright green line that is labeled TRAIN NINE in bold script. It leads all the way to... Ninth street! And we can beat Max there by taking train ten to tenth street and then running over to ninth!

" Of course that helps Gazzy! Now, we can beat Max to ninth street by taking train ten, since we are on 20th street and then run to that street! Come on guys!"I shout at the flock and for the first time in two years, I see smiles on their faces.

Even Iggy who is the most cut off person I know. And thats facing me, we should probably force him into therapy for that but he'll be better as soon as Max is with us.

I Won't lose Max again.

But if she ran from us, what if she doesn't want to be found?

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I am so glad that I can sit down on a train for a while and rest, even if it is for only a few minutes. I am angry, terrified, sad, and happy to see the flock. Angry because:

You all know why and I refuse to explain it again.

Terrified because if they think something bad about me.

Sad because I had to leave them and to hear and see them all so sad made me sad.

Happy because they're my family no duh.

Ah, the joys of being Maximum me!

It took a while but I finally reached 11th street and just had to wait three minutes for the next train. I heard some bustling halfway through eating a churo (They had those at my school today... so good!) that I had bought at a vendors cart and eating, more so scarfing, down the delicious treat. I looked up to see what the commotion was and saw five figures barreling towards me just as train five arrived to take me to my street.

The metallic doors slid open with a squeal and I hopped on running down the small path cased in by people. I saw the flock glaring at me through the window as I sat down and noticed someone was missing.

This oughta be good, I thought as my questions were answered when a muscular, black clothed, black haired boy sat down right next to me. All escapes of exit were blocked off, believe me, I checked.

"Hey Max. How have you been?"

Take that back. Ah, the troubles of being a mutant freak.

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Finally! I caught up with Max in her maroon Virginia Vikings sweater and baseball cap. She really needs to work on her undercover skills. The flock had just been outside the train doors when they closed and only I had made it on, and am now going to get some answers out of Max... (A/N: Pay attention to this it is important!)

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I finally found her sitting in the way back with her hood pulled up, so I went and sat down next to her.

"Hey Max. How have you been?" I asked and realized how stupid that that had sounded but Max didn't notice.

Max tilted up her face and looked at me, puzzled. Weird.

"Who's Max?" She asked and continued to look puzzled. Thank Gosh I could still read her like an open book. Max knew who I was and I knew she knew who she was, so why was she lying.

"Cats out of the bag Max." I said and she looked even more confused than before.

"I told you, I am not Max." She hesitated, " My name is Valery." She replied and that little hesitation was the only thing that kept me going on.

"Your name is Max, your sixteen years old. Don't lie to me Max, I know who you are."

The girl looked even more confused and I was begging to think that this wasn't Max. It was frustrating knowing that she was actually Max and continued to deny it. Did the school make her forget us? No, she ran from us at the diner and I know Max. Or so I think I do. The only question is, why?

By the time all of my thoughts were interrupted by Max jumping over me and swinging out into the aisle as the train came to a groaning stop and run out the doors as soon as they opened, and I wrenched after her. There were so many people in the station that I could only go by the maroon sweater and dirty blonde hair that represented Max.

I had always been faster than Max and finally caught up with her and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back,but her arm was incredibly pale,and skinny. So when I pulled her back around and saw a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, I was not shocked at all. Instead I saw her at the top of the stairs, running away from me.

…...Or maybe not (Told you it was important!)

Random Fact!: A cat has 32 muscles in its ear. Which is weird since they must not work them a lot which is why they are so weak, soft and flexible.

Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter!I told you the more reviews I get the more I'll update! So, yeah. I may not update tomorrow but as always probably soon as soon as I set one direction for this story! Any way have a nice day and... I don't know.
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