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Unfair Punishments

My day sort of went downhill from there.

Actually, it REALLY went downhill.

Nudge dropped me off first, at around nine.

Humming to Nick Walker's stupid new song, I opened the front door and kicked my off my flip flops.

The house was silent and for one hopeful, fleeting second I thought I was home alone…until Lissa walked by.

"Somebody's in trouble," she sang, smirking.

My heart sunk. It wasn't like I was thinking, "Oh crap, why?"

I was more like, "Crap, what (of the hundreds of things) did she find out about?"

I could seriously start a book about the things I, Maximum Ride, have done behind her back.

I slowly walked to the kitchen, taking my time so I could think of some good excuses.

Fiona looked up from the computer when I came in. "Oh, Max. What a pleasant surprise. Please. Sit."

I sat.

Please God, have mercy on me. I am but a poor, innocent girl trying to find a place in this world. Please don't let her kill me.

"So…Max. I was gone this week."

No, duh.

"And when I checked the house phone's voicemail, I found a very peculiar message."

Oh, crap.

"Oh," I said, getting up to retrieve an apple. "How strange."

Play it cool, Max. Play it cool. Breathe.

"It was from your boss…something about you forgetting some of your tips on Wednesday?"

Crud.

" I find this very strange considering…you didn't work on Wednesday. Or perhaps I am mistaken."

For a middle aged woman, with a botox she could give a pretty good evil stare.

Crap, crap, double crap, crud…

"Oh…you know. My boss can get a little…confused at times. I'm sure she meant to call someone else."

"If she was calling someone else she wouldn't have said "This is a message for Maximum Ride"."

I said the only intelligent thing I could think of—"Uh…"

Her eyes narrowed. "Extra chores for a week. You are on house arrest for that time as well."

"WHAT?" I shrieked. "That's totally not fair, Fiona! I got your stupid list done, why does it matter if I worked? I still got it done!"

"That's not the point, Maximum. The point is, that you disobeyed me," she said calmly.

"But it was stupid! Totally stupid! You just did it to make me mad and you know it!"

"Maximum Ride, I will NOT tolerate any attitude from you," she said, her voice rising.

"Attitude? This is attitude?" I shrieked. She really didn't know me well. This wasn't attitude. This was pure anger.

"Yes, Maximum, your attitude. I give you everything and look at how you treat me. Look at how you treat my beautiful daughters. You will not step one foot out of this house until you show more respect."

I stared at her and to my horror, my eyes filled up with tears. My life was totally and COMPLETELY unfair.

"I hate you," I muttered.

"Excuse me?" She sputtered.

"I. Hate. You. I hate you for pretending to be the woman you're not. I hate you for having seduced my dad with your sweet façade. I hate you for shoving me down into that basement and letting Brigid and Lissa take over my room although there were three other ones to choose from. I hate you for controlling my schedule. And I hate you for RUINING MY LIFE!"

Picking my bag back up, I ran down the basement stairs.

Every feeling I had been holding in, holding on to, for five years was now gone. Out in the open. Not bottled up inside me.

I felt almost empty.

I changed out of my swimsuit into a pair of sweats and a tank top then collapsed onto my bed.

Grabbing the nearest notebook I wrote everything that came to mind.

I hate my life, nothing is fair.

My "family" controls it; I don't have a voice.

It's chore this and chore that.

It's do this and do that.

It's restrictions and rules; punishments and more.

I don't have freedom, I don't have peace.

It leaves me nothing but want:

I want my dad, my bedroom, my space.

My mom, my freedom, my choices,my ways.

I want a new life, a new start, a new day.

Where is my prince to take me away?

After writing that I threw my notebook down to the floor. I was no poet but it made me feel better to get it on paper.

Sighing, I crawled under my pillows, wishing my mom was there like when I was little. Reading me fairytales, singing me to sleep…reminding me that I was the love of her life, right next to daddy.

Swallowing back a sob, I grabbed my phone.

Where was my prince? I was seventeen and not a single guy has ever asked me out.

Hey Ella.

Ella was always a good person to talk to when I was upset.

Hey. What's up?

My horrible, upside down life.

Aw…sorry. :( what happened this time?

Fiona found out about me working.

Crap! Did she punish u?

I'm under house arrest. But I'm sure I'll be getting more.

Why did u say that?

I kind of told her off.

GOOD 4 U! Finally! It's about time.

Lol, yeah. I guess. I feel like crap though. She hates me so much and I just…idk.

It took a moment for her to respond.

Miss your dad?

I bit my lip to keep from crying.

Yeah. A lot.

I know...but we love you Maxie! A lot, a lot, a lot! And we will always be here for you! So there.

Haha…thanks, Ella.

No prob. I'll drop off some cookies really early tomorrow morning, around seven at your door.

You know me so well… :D

Meh. What r friends 4? Night, night, Maxie.

Night, night, Ella.

Sighing, I put my phone on the bed stand. Ella was the best person ever to talk with.

Cuddling up into my pillow, I closed my eyes smiling at the thought of what was coming in the morning.

Nothing beats chocolate chip cookies at dawn.

Meh. Sorry if Max seems a little OOC. And sorry for the crummy poem thing. I just wrote whatever came to mind… I kind of stink at it. :(

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Peace out my lovely readers ~ d-and-s86