Chapter 3

The rest of my day is uneventful. I get through the day without punching anyone's lights out, which I've had the habit of doing recently, or cutting class. I make my way home quickly knowing my brothers are alone. My brothers are bright for their ages. They see what's going on but they're still boys and boys will be boys.

I can never help but wonder how life would be like if my sister was here. Most of the times I feel that if she came back she could just fix everything. Other times I feel like if she came back she could give me the strength I've been missing to fix things like I did before.

I have a flash back. I'm in the living room and Angel and I had just calmed down our brothers from the horrifying news that my father thought my mother was cheating. Angel had sneaked off to our room at the time and began to cry to herself. She had always been strong even when she didn't have to. You almost never saw her cry. And if you did your name had to be Maximum Ride her sister.

I walked into the room to check on her and saw her crying her eyes out on the floor by our bed. I go over to her gently and place a comforting arm around her. She then notices me and her eyes tear more. She cries to me and I hold her in my arms and promise her that no matter what happened we'd always have each other.

I broke that promise to her. And now she is all alone up there with only my grandmother to look after her even when her older sister promised to always watch over her. I held back tears the first day I reminded the day.

I finally made it to the house. I continually ring the bell rapidly to let my brothers know it's me. They open the doors and let me in. I walk immodestly to the kitchen to see what there is to cook up for them. I set up a soup for them and check the mail. Bills from the hospital keep coming in and I get scared we'll never be able to pay off that dept.

"So how was school" I ask the boys as I throw off my shoes.

"It was okay. They had us follow weird schedules. I almost got lost" Iggy says while watching the TV.

"What about you Gazzy?" I ask to my younger brother giving him more attention than Iggy. God knows he never has any. The rest of us Angel Iggy and I had a moment in time where we got spoiled but Gazzy was six years old. He grew up never seeing happy times like the rest of us did.

"It was fun. We got to color and draw" Gazzy says reminding me how much he absolutely adores drawing. He was just a creative kid.

"And you Max?" He asks coming over to sit on my lap.

"It was fine, thank you" I say smiling down at him.

I may be hard on every living person on this earth but my brothers are my soft spot. I know I'm terribly rude to my parents, that I scare off almost all the students who attend my school and that even teachers don't put up an effort to change me but for my brothers I'd give my life. I use to take so much advantage of them before and I'm not going to lie I still do sometimes but I know I really love them and that if I didn't have them I would have been up there (Or in my case down their) a long time ago.

The soup is done and I serve them. They finish and I start to clean up knowing my mother will be here soon for her lunch break and I wasn't in the mood for a lecture about how hard she works for me not to help her out at all. I love my mom, I really do, but sometimes I wish she could see my point of view, maybe have a little faith in me.

I finish cleaning and announce that I'll be in my room. I always run off to my room when my mother's home. It's just easier. If I'm safely hidden in my room, the house is clean, and my brothers have eaten she won't bug me.

I pull out my iPod which I know I use way too much but music really is my life. It's one of the only things that can make me forget. I also really love reading happy, romance, comedy novels. Where I can pretend to be the girl in the book who has everything but love in her life but then suddenly she falls in love. The somehow she ends up getting hurt for a while but in the end she lives happy ever after.

How I long to be that girl. To have parents who love me the way I am no changes, to be whom I want to be, to have a man who loves me for me.

I'm in the middle of the part of the stories where the guy invites the girl in for coffee hoping to get lucky when my phone buzzes. I open it immediately not wanting my mother to hear it. She hates that in her words "I am always on the phone". It's a text from a mysterious number.

Hey it reads.

Who is dis? I reply.

Fang. Who else? He reply's immediately.

Oh well I don't know. Maybe one of my many lots of friends I reply sarcastically joking.

From what I hear you don't have many friends, actually the lot of people I meet today seemed rather afraid when I asked who you were He replies

I smile as I read his text oh those bloody bastereds.I say under the influence of reading a British book and fight back the feeling to say they have STD's but stop myself.

Hahaha but really why the huge hate and fear from every soul He replies.

I'll have you know not everyone fears and/or hates me. I do actually have friends I reply loving playing around with him.

Oh right that weird group of your but really why He replies almost immediately talk about a textaholic.

Long story I say preferring not to get into either subject about my friends or why everyone hate/fears me.

I got time He replies.

I smile to myself but it quickly vanishes he just wants the scoop probably for his new whore like friends. So instead of telling him I ask why?

Maybe because I care He replies and I swear this boy will be the death of me.

I can see it now Maximum Ride killed by love. How lovely. Yeah note that sarcasm their yeah well get use to it because it's a big part of who Maximum Ride is and she doesn't plan on changing that anytime soon. Not for my parents, not for teachers, not even for the law.