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Golden POV
We'd just escaped from the school. My guess was we were somewhere in California, like Death Valley. It was wicked hot, but up here there was a nice, cool breeze.
"Yo, Max! Could we go raid that McDonalds? I'm starving!" Gazzy voiced just about my exact thoughts. Without answering she swooped downward.
"You got money? Cause unless you've got about a hundred bucks, you better be fine with dumpster diving," Iggy told me.
"Frankly, anything sounds good. I'm broke anyway," I replied. Time to go raid some fast food joint dumpsters. Yay.
"Ooh, I want that salad!" Nudge exclaimed. This dumpster was surprisingly well-stocked; full of leftover big Mac's and quarter pounders. Normally I would never consider eating at a McDonalds, but today, it seemed better than any gourmet meal.
A couple of quarter pounders later, we took off. Max and Fang found a good place to camp, and we settled down. I sighed. This was gonna be introduction time.
"So, Golden, like who are you? Like, I already know you're a bird-human hybrid, but, like, what's your favorite color? Where are you from? Why were you in the school? Have you ever been to, like, a normal school? What's it like? How do you heal stuff? Who's yoummmmmmmmmmmmmmfff?" Iggy covered her mouth with his long, pale hand.
"Um, I lived in Colorado. I was in 7th grade at a cool enough, albeit, kinda boring middle school. I was in the school until I was 6 then I was let out by somebody who I, um, don't remember," my voice faltered. I wasn't a great liar. "I really don't know how I heal stuff. One day I was kind of, like, attacked. I could've sworn I'd broken every bone in my body, but the next day I felt perfectly fine. From then on I just experimented, and now I've pretty much mastered it. My favorite color is purple. My hobbies include cynicism, sarcasm, guitar, music, and um, yeah," Damn it, I felt so talkative.
"Wow, like what do you play on guitar? I love music! Like my favorite singers ever are, like, Katy Perry, and Taylor Swift, and um, like, The Click Five! What musicfffffffffffff," Once again she was interrupted by a hand over her face. This one was Fang's.
"Give the poor girl a chance to talk, Nudge!" he scolded.
"No, really, it's fine! My friend back home was just as bad. I'm fine with it. I'm used to it," I reassured him.
"What's with that Jeb guy anyway? His brain was messed up. Mentally scarred. Like literally. There were scars on his brain,"
"Really? That's wild!" Gazzy exclaimed. He had been pretty happy ever since we'd escaped. I assumed he'd had a part in the bomb scheme.
"Nah, not really. He just had…wounds. It seems like something happened to him. Like he's sad," I said quietly. Gazzy's face fell.
"Yes, Gazzy and Iggy made the bomb together. They're quite the pyromaniacs," Angel said. Oh yeah, she's telepathic. I almost forgot! (note sarcasm)
"Bombs are my business," Iggy said wryly. He seemed like a nice guy. His eyes were pale, as were his skin and hair. I figured he was blind. Wow, a blind pyro and a mind reading 6 year old. What was my life coming to?