Friends, Family, and... Feathers? Book One: Abducted By The Flock
Chapter Two:
When I groggily awaken from my forced slumber, I am met by unfamiliar surroundings.
I look around, noticing with disgust that the boy I saw earlier is carrying me bridal style. Standing next to him are to blonde haired, blue eyed children, a boy and a girl. They must have been the kids I heard earlier. We seem to be the entryway of a house.
"FANG! Is that you?" a girl shouts furiously.
"Yup," says the boy holding me, popping the "P".
"Where have you be-" she begins, storming into the room. But she stops short when she sees me.
"Who the bloody hell is this?" she cries, pointing an accusing finger at me and the boy, whose name is apparently Fang.
"Max," he begins, trying to calm her down, "this is Cali."
"How do you know my name?" I demand. This is getting creepy. Wait, scratch that. It's been creepy since this random perv/hero saved my life.
"Is that really her?" the girl, Max, says, seemingly awestruck. She takes a few steps closer to examine my face. "... Bring her into the living room."
"I could walk myself! If you'd put me down, that is," I say defensively.
"Actually, I think I hurt your ankle when I pulled you out the window. Sorry," Fang whispers in my ear.
"Screw you," I say, sticking my tongue out at him like a five-year-old.
He rolls his eyes with a chuckle and keeps walking.
After several turns, Fang stops walking. Apparently, we're in the living room. On one of the three couches sits a girl, a little younger than me, who is running her mouth a million miles an hour. Sitting next to her is a tall boy who is tinkering with some wires and looking like he's desperately trying to ignore her.
Holy crap, how many kids live here?
Fang gently sets me down on one of the couches, then plants himself on the other end. Max and the little blond kids retreat to the other couch.
"Who's that?" the African girl asks, shooting me a quizzical look.
"Who's who?" asks the boy with reddish blonde hair, turning his head around the room.
"Iggy, Nudge, this is Cali," Fang says calmly. Wow, these kids have weird names.
"There it is again! How do you know who I am?" I demand.
"Cali! You know who I am! Please, you can't have forgotten! You have to remember!" Fang pleads. God, his face really looks familiar! But I don't remember where I've seen him before...
As a last-ditch effort, he grasps my hand. And the memories come flooding back.