There lie five bird kids, all motionless and lifeless. Oh. My. God.
Disclaimer: Don't own maximum ride. Or any of the other characters. Just the plot. And whatever other characters I might add…
I was crushed. Absolutely heartbroken. What was the point to life without my flock? Why try to escape if there was no one to go back to? There is someone to go back to, Max. My voice responded. Yes, you read that right. I have a "voice." If you didn't know that from reading the first five books, then you're an idiot. No offense… Oh really? I thought. Who is there to go back to? Then I remembered…Mom. I don't know how long I was in that shithole of a science lab, but I was going insane. I cried for God only knows how long, and I, Maximum Ride, never cry. After I learned to function, knowing my flock was…dead…I started planning my escape. It took about three weeks until I put it into action. I won't bore you with the details, you know, the usual 'kick the scientist's butt when he comes in to feed you, then escape through the window and laugh at them as they scream at you.' When I was sure I was far enough away from the school, I stopped at a 711 to call my mom. She was so excited to hear from me, I couldn't find it in my heart to tell her what happened to the rest of the flock. I flew to Arizona (A/N: I'm pretty sure that's where her mom lived…correct me if I'm wrong.) in about two days, and arrived at my mom's.
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I'll sum up the rest for you. I got to my mom's house and there were mucho hugs and tears, then I explained about the flock and the crying and hugging increased tenfold. I stayed at her house for about six months, and finished my high school education. This was possible as I took extra summer classes and learned about all there was to learn about…but I wasn't happy. I kind of figured I would never be happy without the flock with me, but I wanted to tough it out for them. So I flew to New York. I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to do so; I guess I had always had this dream that I would be a rock star, but that was never even close to a possibility when we were running from the school. Now, I didn't care if the school caught up to me. I would just deal with the consequences. The world was already saved, as far as I was concerned... Now I am a singer in a band rightfully named To the Max-with yours truly, and my friends Alex and Jade. Last week it topped the charts, selling over 4.7 billion dollars worth of songs and albums (combined) in a month. Seems like everyone likes my taste in music. How ironic, right?
So I had just entered my new dressing room, in which all I ever imagined could fit in one room existed. This included a spa, bathroom, kitchenette, mini fridge, a vanity the size of a basketball court, and a four by five foot flat screen T.V. Jeff, my secretary, called over the intercom announcing that someone was here to see me. I figured it was the usual, a producer wanting to invest in my still up-and-coming music phenomenon. I had no idea how wrong I was…
"Who is it Jeff?" I asked, making sure it wasn't some crazed fan posing as a businessman. "There are five children, Max. And a dog. Is it alright if the dog comes up as well?" Whoa, hold up. Five kids. One dog. Since when do ANY kids get to come up and see any members of To the Max?