Sorry if there is a bunch of mistakes. There are theses people on the floor above me that won't shut the frick up! I want to get a broom and start banging on the ceiling! Like, come on people, other people, quiet people, are tryingto fouas. Sorry for all the italics. Bacon. ;)
Fang: Bacon, again? Really?
Me: Yes. Now do the disclaimer.
Fang: Fine. Disclaimer: I( Me interrupting (Ehem, We,) We don't own Maximum Ride.
Me: I wish.
Read on peeps.
Fang: again with the peeps?
Fang P.O.V
I watched as Max came in and threw the food into the kitchen. Sloppy much? She quickly got on her computer and opened an I-chat. JJ. Who else. I suddenly relized what I was doing and looked away. Stupid Max, why'd she have to be so dang pretty. God, everything about her, her stubborn, never-give-up addittude. Her light brown hair with golden sunstreaks. Those chocolate brown eyes the just intice you. Her, Wow Fang. Knock it off, she hates you, remember?
Jeezum, I should stop talking to myself. I walked away, outside and sat by the pool. What to do, what to do? Suddenly I had an Idea. Oh evil, evil me. Hahaha. Okay, not really.
Max P.O.V
I grabbed my jacket and headed out the door, to the store, again. As I was walking down the side walk I heard a loud bang and some minical (A/N: Did I spell that right?) , laughter. Oh great. Dylan and his gang, probably beat some poor kid silly. I quickly turned into the alley.
I saw Dylan, Ratchet, and Josh, the school douches, surrounding a little girl, probably, say,thirteen. She appeared to be holding her own, one fist flying, the other hand holding a large, very sharp, might I add, pocket knife. She had hip length, night black hair and onyx eyes. She wore tattered and ripped black jeans, boot-cut, a too small black tank-top, and beat up black converse. Hey whatcha know, a mini Fang. She was fighting as well as I can, and I've been trained in too many fighting styles to count. Plus you know, I'm mutant, tell you that little story later. Anyway she was doing awesome, that was... Until Ratchet ( the cheating douche pulled a gun. At that I decided to interviene. This'd be fun.
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