Max
"Thanks for the ride home from school!" I shouted to Aubrey as I exited the car.
She replied, "Any time babe! See you tomorrow!"
I waved goodbye and tried to walk as slowly to the door as possible. I had gotten back my physics test and my grade was not good. My mom would be livid if she found out and I did not want to face that today. I cumbersomely opened the door and was greeted with the smell of my mom's cooking.
"Hi Max, how was your day?" my mom asked while she cooked at the counter. Her voice was laced with fake sincerity. Something was up…
"Good," I replied, no emotion seeping into my voice. She couldn't know, could she?
"Oh really?" Because I just got a call from your Physics teacher," I cringed, "And he was not happy."
I stared at her innocently, pretending to not know what she was talking about. My mom slammed the spoon she was holding onto the table and whirled around to face me.
"You got a 65% on your physics test?! Max, we've gotten you tutors and everything for science!"
I groaned. Both of my parents were scientists at a huge corperation. They took their work very seriously and they wanted me to follow in their footsteps one day.
"What happened Max?" my mother questioned in a softer tone.
"I didn't study," I said honestly, shuffling over to the cabinet and flung it open. I grabbed a pack of goldfish, tore open the bag, and began to snack on the orange crackers.
My mom sighed. "Maximum, you need to try harder. If you want to major in science-"
I interrupted her. "Here's the thing. I don't want to major in physics or any type of science, quite frankly. I want to make my own choices and do what I want, not what you want. Now if you'd excuse me, I have things to do."
And with that, I stormed up the stairs and into my favorite room in the house: my room.
My room was painted a light blue and had several band posters covering one wall. My bed was against the wall, right near the window, so I could look outside at night. My desk was perched by the door where my homework and books were scattered on. My brown dresser contained my clothing, along with my closet, and three bean bags chairs were placed on the floor.
I jumped onto my bed and screamed in my pillow. Why did she think I wanted to major in science? She knows that's been my least favorite subject since second grade.
"I hate stupid scientists anyways," I muttered to myself. "Those stupid white coats look ridiculous."
I began to feel lightheaded. I rubbed at my head and groaned. My head was pounding and it felt like was brain was going to pop out at any second. Suddenly, I couldn't stay conscious for much longer and passed out on my bed.
***Vision***
I looked out of the bars of my cage, staring at the two men conversing in front of me. They were average height and wore white coats. I shuddered. Anyone who wore a white coat was not a good person. Anyone who wore a white coat would hurt me.
"So, how's Subject 1 doing so far?" the first White Coat asked, gesturing to my cage.
"It is responding well to its new treatment. It should be running faster and stronger in a matter in days."
"Good," the first White Coat replied. "Dr. Smith wants us to take it outside soon to stretch its wings."
The second White Coat nodded his head and the two men walked away.
"You okay?" Fang asked me.
My brown eyes met his onyx ones. "I'm fine."
"Good," he responded. "Now go get some sleep. I'll make sure the others are okay."
I merely nodded my head before I fell into a deep sleep.
***End of Vision***
I woke up, panting heavily. I scanned the room and realized I was lying down in my room.
What just happened, I wondered.
Where was I?
Who were Fang and the others?
What did they mean about wings?
And most importantly, why did that feel so familiar?
DUN DUN DUN! Max is beginning to remember! I left a little hinting in this chapter, let's see if you got it. I'm sorry my chapters are kinda short, I'm trying to make them longer. Read and review!