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~~~Angel~~~

"QUIET DOWN! Reedy, get down, now,"I yell, pointing at the seven year girl. Gosh, was I this annoying at seven? If I was, Max, I definitely understand your grumpiness now.
"That means you, too, Marcus,"I say. Andrew, my boyfriend and 'second in command' walks up next to me, chuckling.

I sigh, smiling as Marcus and Reedy try to fight my mental powers. They're completely under my control now.
Andrew tickles them. They giggle, begging for him to stop. Andrew kisses both seven year old's foreheads before collapsing onto the sofa.

"I can't sleep in for one day, can I?"asks a sleepy Roran. He's tall and lanky, built somewhat like a track runner. At fourteen, he's sort of moody at times. Oh, and he has a GIGANTIC diet, and he always sleeps the entire morning, waking up due to the delicious smell of lunch. When he isn't eating or sleeping, he likes picking fights with Andrew or me. The first time we met, he had challenged me to become leader. I agreed, kicking his butt in a matter of seconds. At that time, he only had strength and not an ounce of strategic fighting on him. I train all of the members in my group every other day.

"You need to get up and exercise more,"I say seriously, jerking my hand to the outside. Roran groans, nodding. He slowly opens his droopy blue eyes and yawns.

"Yes, ma'am,"he says. I tap my foot. "Roran, if I was like Max, I would make you wake up at four in the morning everyday to run laps just it you sleep in till noon for ONE day. Now, I don't do that since I'm so kind, but your actions are really suggesting me do so. What do you say, Roran?"I demand.
The teen snorts. "Nice leader you got there,"he says, waving the matter off. A fire rises up in me. Did he just brush off MAXIMUM RIDE?

"Roran. Are you really going to use sarcasm to describe the person WHO GAVE HER LIFE FOR ME? IF IT WASN'T FOR HER, EVERYONE WOULD'VE DIED!"I say, glaring. Roran nods swiftly, backtracking and trying not to meet my gaze. "Yes, Angel. I understand. I'm very sorry."

I roll my eyes. "Yes, OK, Roran,"I say, dismissing him. He bounds into the kitchen, hungry. "I'm ravished,"Andrew says.

He's a head taller than me with white blond hair and sparkling green eyes. He's muscular and handsome, too. I just adore him. Now I understand why Max had so much trouble leading the Flock when she was in love with Fang.

Genevieve Reed, or 'Reedy' as everyone calls her, is tall for her age like all bird kids. She has super curly light brown hair that she leaves in African hair braids. Reedy has ever-changing eyes like her partner in crime, Marcus.

Marcus has shaggy black hair and eyes that change different shades of purple.

I love all of them, including Roran, but it's hard work taking care of them. I found them outside a lab in Itex. I took them in and cared for them as soon as I found out they were trying to escape the white coats.

"Reedy, help me with the breakfast?"I plead. "Sure,"she replies with shining violet eyes. She walks into the kitchen after me and pours cereal and orange juice for everyone. Roran pulls out toast and jam, making slices for everyone. Marcus cuts frozen fruit and places them in small bowls, making smiley faces. Andrew creates misshapen pancakes. I make eggs, scrambled like Marcus likes them since he chose what breakfast is. Everyday, we have specific meal duties, and we take turns choosing what we want to eat.
"I hate pancake duty,"he complains, flipping a slightly burnt one with a spatula.

"So does everyone else we you make pancakes,"Reedy says, giggling. Everyone laughs besides Andrew, who glares at us.
"Ugh, ungrateful brats,"he murmurs. I laugh.
"Can we ate spaghetti and garlic bread for dinner?"Marcus asks.

I sigh. "Yes. But this time, no food fights with spaghetti. It stays on your plate, not your head,"I reply, remembering the last time we ate spaghetti on Roran's birthday.
Marcus nods eagerly.

As I continue to make eggs, I hear the laughter and commotion behind me. Roran makes goofy faces at Reedy and Marcus, while Andrew is trying to balance a spoon on his nose. All of them are enjoying themselves. A tear trickles down my cheek as I remember how this scene was just like back at the E house with the Flock.

*flashback*
"Max! Gazzy and Iggy are at it again!"Nudge complains, waving a hand through the air.
"Gaz, that's gross,"Nudge coughs. Max laughs. "Oh, guys, stop it!"
I giggle, patting my brother's back.
Fang walks into the kitchen, disturbed. He shakes his head, smiling slightly. "Oh, wow,"he murmurs.

Iggy launches eggs at Nudge, which infuriates her. She grins wickedly before firing butter at him. He tries to dodge the attacking onslaught, but Nudge is too experienced at throwing. "Gross, Nudge,"he says as she throws it expertly into his hair. She falls to the floor laughing, clutching her sides. Iggy throws grapes at Nudge, but she nimbly moves out of the way. The grapes hit Gazzy in the face. Gazzy thinks Fang threw the grapes, so he starts firing at Fang. Soon, a food fight commences in the kitchen.

"STOP! EVERYONE, PUT DOWN ALL FOOD WEAPONS!"Max shouts, flicking cereal and chocolate milk out of her hair. She takes a deep breath. "Everyone, take a shower. AND BRUSH YOUR TEETH, GAZZY!"she says.

"AYE!"Nudge cries, agreeing. Gazzy makes a face and sticks his tongue out at both of them.

As soon as we finish showering, we meet back in the kitchen.

Max announces, "Let's pick strawberries! And I promise I won't cook."
I cheer while Gazzy and Iggy snicker.

"Max, you finally have some common sense,"Iggy says.

Max glares at him. "Igs, what did you say?"she asks menacingly, hands on hips.

I laugh behind my palm. "Uh, nothing, Max,"he says quickly in fear of his death by the hands of Maximum Ride. She nods, smiling sweetly. "Good, Iggy,"she says.

*end*

"Hey, Angel? Angel! The eggs..."Roran calls.

"Oh!"I mentally scold myself for my stupidity as I blow out the flames. My Flock studies me. "Angel, are you OK?"

The tears continue to fall. They taste salty and bitter, a taste I know very well. Ever since Max's death, I usually cry myself to sleep.

"Oh, it's just...Max. I want to see the others, you know. But seeing them sometimes makes it more painful. Their faces hold all the memories I don't want to remember,"I whisper.

Reedy smiles sympathetically and hugs me. "It's OK, Angie! You have us,"she reassures.

I nod through my tears and hug her. "Yes, I know,"I say.

For a young girl, Reedy really can be quite understanding. Marcus wears a mischievous grin as I look over at him. "So...in honor of the great Maximum Ride...I call a pillow fight!"he roars before charging at me and battering me with a pillow.

"FOR NARNIA!"Roran jokes, chucking a pillow at me.

"BOO-HOO! I AM THE EVIL WHITE WITCH AND I WILL DESTROY ALL OF YOU BRATS!"I cry, giggling.

"Lion, begone!"Reedy pipes up, pointing at Andrew.

"Never!"Andrew replies, tackling Reedy and me. He throws Reedy onto the couch and pins me down, attacking my stomach.

I laugh. "Andrew...I hate you..."

Reedy cries, making a fortress of pillows on the couch. "MISTRESS WHITE WITCH, I SHALL PROTECT THE FORTRESS!"

Roran and Marcus launch pillows at her. She collapses under her fortress, dramatically acting out being dead.

Andrew kisses my forehead, his green eyes glittering. "Love ya, Ange,"he mutters.

"Love you, too, Andrew."

Can you give me an AWWW? Was that adorable or what? Little Angel all grown up. I just love Angel, and I wanted to put this side of her in. Next chapter is...NUDGE'S POV! And Nudge finds out something sorta important.

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