This chapter reminded me of Mary Winkler (the woman who killed her husband, who was a preacher, two years ago). This chapter is pretty bad, sorry. I just really need to wrap this story up pretty quick. And I know I said I would have a longer chapter but I had writer's block.
Journal NOT a Diary!
Max's Journal
November 8, 2010
The next time I go back to Mesa, I'm bringing a shotgun.
Everything looked normal, but you know what they say, looks can be deceiving. Stores open, people and cars all over the street, kids going to school, normal rush hour. So I didn't think anything about walking around the streets of the city, blending in with all the other pedestrians. But, knowing my life, nothing is ever normal.
Alright, major foreshadowing there (If you didn't catch it, call your doctor immediately. You might have the life-threaten disease called Stupiditis. Especially if you can't pronounce Stupiditis.). So the walk from the woods to the police office was normal, of course. The trouble happened when I got inside the office.
"Hello, just a moment," said the young woman behind the counter, typing furiously on her keyboard. It looked like she was the only one in the office, but weren't there always police officers on duty? In case of a midnight robbery or whatever?
I stepped up to her desk, laid my elbows on the counter, and silently tapped my foot as she finished her letter (which, sadly, the computer screen was pointed away from me). She kept typing until a timer on her desk dinged, making her jump.
She whispered some words I couldn't hear. "Stupid little doohickey. I'm about to rip the batteries out of this thing." She smiled up at me. "How may I help you?"
"I'm Maximum Ride, Dr. V -"
"You're one of Dr. Martinez's daughters! Ride... you must have been the long-lost daughter!"
Well, looks like Mom bragged on me. "Yes, I am. And I -"
"I heard about your whole bit with Cindy. I want to let you know that I'm on your side completely." She looked around and motioned for me to come closer. "Cindy has always been a... strange one. Been in here about two times for drinking and driving charges, and one when she supposedly killed her husband. But she was called innocent on that one."
So, this isn't the first time Cindy went wack. Is that really surprising.
"Yeah," she continued, 'well -'
BOOM!
The whole building shook as bombs continued to go off. Screams pierced the air, and glass shattered. I couldn't look outside, but I could hear from the screams of people being burned alive what had happened. Scar Dude and Dragon Guy attacked my Mom's town.
I didn't care that I was in front of this woman, or about all the terror going on outside. There was nothing I could do about it. I spread my wings and flew through the window (without the glass, of course. I'm not an idiot). Mom was on the other side of the city.
"Max!" Mom yelled, running down the lawn as I landed. "I m -"
A bomb exploded under her feet.
-Maximum