EDITED*

Sooooo, I have an allergy test :(

Pearl: What's an allergy test?

Me: Weeell, I'm allergic to a bunch of stuff and to see if I still am, they poke me like, a dozen times with different stick things. And if there are lumps on my arms, then I'm still allergic to it.

Pearl: Sounds terrible.

Me: Oh, it is. But I'll update anyways.

Pearl: Just do the Disclaimer.

Me: K

Dragonpurplepearl doesn't own Maximum Ride or any of the flock. She doesn't own lipstick either. No, really, she doesn't own any lipstick.

Previously in Forgetting and Remembering: "what- NOT THE LIPSTICK!"

Max POV

I thrashed in my bonds as the evil tube of evil red neared my face.

"Max! You're in grade 11 and you hate make up! Have you ever even worn make up before?"

"Never and I plan to keep it that way!" I yelled defiantly.

Nudge just grinned evilly a lot with Ella. "We'll see about that."

Fang POV

It's been an hour since Max was first subjected to the torturing. I was waiting outside the bathroom door when I starting thinking about elementary school. The good days. I was lost in nostalgia, when I furrowed my brow. There was something missing in grade two. I tried to remember, but all I remembered was pain, as if someone had hit me. On the head! Have you ever tried to hold water in your hands and almost succeeded, but water still seeped out? Yeah, that's how this felt, I just couldn't grab it. I tried to grasp the memory, when the door opened and Max stepped out.

To say they put lipstick on her was an understatement. A big one. Beside lipstick, they put some stuff on her eyelids and cheeks, as well as something that made her eyelashes look fuller. Before I could comment or pick my jaw off the floor, Nudge tackled me and yelled, "No peeking until she's done!" then she got off and she and Ella shoved Max into Ella's room, where giggles and screams of horror crept through the crack under the door.

I shook my head and wandered off into my room.I couldn't help but try and remember that moment in grade two. It probably wasn't that important at all, but it was nagging at me. And why was it that all I could bring up from the memory was hurt. Emotionally and physically. I was startled when someone knocked on my door. I soundlessly got up and opened and was met with an image that could have only come from Opposite Land.

It was Max. Not just with makeup, but it seemed Ella and Nudge had forced a purple dress on her. If it could be called a dress. It went to about mid thigh and was quite, tight. But not like they had had to squeeze her in, but tight enough that he could see her… curves. Her hair was a glossy blondish, with her sun streaked hair of course. And they had done the unthinkable. She was wearing heels. Tall heels. REALLY tall heels.

I just looked past her to a beaming Ella and Nudge and said, "you'd better run cuz she's gonna kill you when she gets out of those heels."

Hey so, if you're new here, you can see that at the top, it says edited. Yup, I'm slowly editing all the chapters. Like, I kind of didn't switch POV's right, and auto correct on my iPod, where I type out the chapters, changed words like lipstick to lettuce. Yeah, weird.