This is a short chapter. It's just a fill in. As you've probably seen (if you haven't, I recommend an emergency visit to your eye doctor) I have changed my name to FantasyAddict97-10. Just call me FA. I felt like maxrideaddict lemited me to only Maximum Ride fanfiction. So now I've written a Hunger Games one-shot! Please check it out!
Good news! March 18 entry is back!
This is a very short chapter. Like I said, it's close to the end...
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
September 16, 2010
I swallowed as I looked at the back door of the Arizona News. Cindy was giving her last broadcast of the day. She would be walking out this door in less then five minutes. I glanced at the trees where Fang was hiden. He gave me a wink and moved to a tree closer to the door.
Slowly, the door opens.
Cindy is there, yes, but she's not alone. There are two men and navy uniforms with her - security guards. They all meet my eyes immediatly.
How could she know I was here? Was our house bugged again? It very well could be. No one was home when I was being changed back into a bird. And our lock is old fashioned, it's not hard to pick. I tried it out once when we first arrived at Mom's house. Anything can open the lock. Paperclips. Nail files. Wires. Screwdrivers. Even sewing needles.
And it wouldn't be that hard for Cindy to sneak here with no one knowing. Or, maybe she has another spy. I don't know why they would agree to work with her. I wouldn't. It wasn't that hard to land Bella in jail. Who says I can't do it again?
Hardly five seconds pass before the security guards reach to pull something out of their belts.
I open my mouth to scream, but it's too late.
Fang makes a run for me, but it's too late.
Before we could do anything, the guards shot us.