Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
May 19, 2010
Now that I think about it, even though that jail visit wasn't a complete disaster, we shouldn't have treated Bella that way. Anyone who looked at us would probably think why we did that to a criminal if they didn't know what she was in for. But now Bella was even more against us, and she still had Cindy on her side. And Cindy already wanted to kill me.
Cindy. I wonder what happened to her job. What did they do, say, 'Cindy got landed and jail by a fourteen-year-old. Anyone want her job?' No, they probably made a big deal about it, like they make a big deal out of everything that doesn't matter that much. But out of curiosity, I flipped on the TV.
What I saw freaked me out so much I couldn't talk.
"FANG!" I yelled when I could. "GET IN HERE, NOW!" My voice even echoed out the house. I didn't know anything echoed here.
"Sup," Fang muttered, leaning his back against the doorway. I wonder how long he had been standing there. He strolled in and stood beside me, watching the TV.
Of all people they could interview, they choose Sam? She didn't even know about this whole thing until the police called her and said Bella had a court meeting. Sam was crying, fake, of course. I knew they were eye drops, pretending to hardly be able to talk to the woman interviewing her.
"And what did you thinkwhen Judge Frimond even went against you and your daughter in the court?" the woman said, handing Sam a Kleenex to wipe her fake tears. Sam wiped her eyes, smearing her running mascara over her cheek.
"I realized we were alone," Sam whispered, just loud enough for the camera to hear. "Probably the only person in that audience that believed us was my other daughter, Isabelle. If that one boy, the one who ran in with the evidence that the doctor was in on it, too, hadn't filled his blogs with lies, then..... Well, we would have won. But my daughters use to read it, and that's all it is, lies. Talking about having wings and destroying Hollywood signs, that stuff is just science fiction."
Fang's face was red. "Not lies!" he hissed. "You're the one who's lying!"
The woman looked like she was about to take compassion on that liar. "But I understand that Maximum Ride's mother was your friend. How did it feel when they sued your daughter for placing cameras illegally?"
Sam swallowed, pausing a moment to think of another lame heart-string-tugging story to woo the cameras. "I knew Maximum didn't like us from the beginning. She had such a bad attitude about taking my daughters to see the city. I knew she would plan something like this." Sam sighed and shook her head.
"So you say it never happened?"
"Of course not! Like I said, the boy's blog was lies. I do believe that most of them were adopted, I've known Maximum's mother since high school. It's something she would do, adopt. So there's no reason anyone would be against those kids. It was all just a little prank they came up with."
"But they won't let your daughter go without proof. What do you have to say to that?"
Sam sighed. "It's a shame. A shame that someone innocent must be locked up in a jail for no reason! Anyone could have convinced that doctor to take a vidio saying Bella was in on their prank. I just hope they'll realize how much pain and suffering they've caused."
I had enough of Sam's lies. I was about to swich off the TV when I heard something.
"About the wings," the woman said. "We do have proof that both Maximum and her friend have them."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Continue?"
"The Macy's security tape. It shows Maximum snapping out her wings. And we have record that Maximum and the same friend who's blog you said was full of lies, talking to your daughter in jail. I don't know if they realized it was taped or not, but shows them both confessing to having wings. And Maximum saying she could be hit by a hundred MPH cannon ball and live."
Sam raised both her eyebrows now and leaned back in the chair. "Yes? Well I say we try Maximum being hit with a hundred mile per hour cannon ball!"
The woman's expression hardened. "Mrs. Smith, that would be murder."
"But if she claimes she's strong enough to live, why don't we see just how strong she is?"
The woman looked at someone behind the camera and nodded. "And that's all our time! This is MaryEllen McCoy, Arizona News. Back to you, David." I could tell that MaryEllen just didn't want say something wrong or offend Sam. I wish she had offended her, serves her right!
I flipped off the TV and looked at Fang. "Sam wants to hit me with a cannon. Fun."
"Well, at least Sam was proven a liar. If everyone said 'what if' there could be no proof of anything."
"I guess your right. Just as long as I'm not hit by a cannon."
Fang chuckled. "Maybe you shouldn't have included that in that visit."
"Oh, so NOW you tell me!" I grumbled. The phone beside me started to ring. "I got it!" I yelled to Mom and the others in the house. I picked up the phone and hit the green button. "Hello?" I asked, sitting on the couch. I didn't look at caller ID. Might be a mistake.
"Maximum Ride? This is MaryEllen McCoy."
My eyebrows rose. "MaryEllen? Weren't you just on TV not five minutes ago?"
"Yes. As you must know, I'm with the Arizona News. I called to ask you and your friend to be in an interview on Monday morning."
My lip twiched. That might not be the best idea. "Where?"
"Anywhere. We could do it at the studio, or at your house if that would make you more comfortable."
I frowned. "I'll call you back later. I'll....have to talk so people. Bye, MaryEllen." I didn't wait for her to answer, but hit end. If there was one thing I learned with Cindy, it's not to trust reporters. And to watch what you say, cause you'll probably say something stupid.
"What did she want?" Fang asked.
I told him the conversation. "What is MaryEllen is another Cindy? Things would just be worse."
"That's why we don't go that far. As soon as MaryEllen reports something she shouldn't, we stop talking to her. Let her out of our lives for good."
Huh. I didn't like it, but it was the best plan we had. After I finish this entry, I'll go call MaryEllen. Tell her the interview is on.
--Maximum