Ok, hi my people's! I'm glad that you reviewed and gave criticism. I love criticism, it helps me become a better author, but this one caught me on something, so we're gonna take it piece by piece, my comments will be bolted in brackets [ ]. This review is from: The Winged Nyan.
The Winged Nyan's review, here tiz! :
OMG! GWALE GWALE GWALE GWALE GWALE! THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH! [LOL, You're welcome and I'm glad you liked it] My incisive review begging has paid off! [Yes,yes it has] Good riddance Ryan, AND DON'T COME BACK! [Ryan wants you to know he's deeply hurt…LOL who cares? Even though he's still pretty cool] Anyway, the whole fact of making the Migration go to McDonalds was a little ridiculous. [ :( ... Sorry?] That was kind of mean and if I were in that situation, I would have just flown off and abandoned the Flock, or fought back. [uhhh... You have wings?! Oh wait, I get it...lol I'm stupid...] That was really unfair and I know Gwen has to stay with the Flock, but knowing her she would have fought back. [Fought what? She doesn't have to stay] That whole plot to get them into McDonalds was kind of unreal and not well thought out. [Well, i screwed up somewhere, huh?] Plus the stolen bus was being driven on public grounds, and the license plates would have been picked up by a red light camera.[Whoa! No! That was already explained in a prior chapter when they took the license plate from the old car and switched it with the bus's] In other words, the chapter was not very well thought out and need I say sloppy.[Im sorry for its "sloppy"ness] However, love the GWALE and just need to think things through a little more. [ok… thnx?]
WOOSH! [man, your fingers must be hurting...want a dew rag?]
••• ok, so this was my comments here...just so you all won't think I never read y'all's reviews. And thanks for your criticism :) I like reviews that actually help with my writing every once in a while, so oh well, strike one on me? Lol, on with the chapper •••
Jailbirds
Kale's P.O.V.
We were driven to some jail place. They 'escorted' us from the police car and brought us inside a long, rectangular, cream colored building.
The whole time Ice was screaming, "I'm just a child!"
The nice police man took us to into a room where this lady came with a device that scanned us for weapons.
First Gwen, then Ice, next Ryan, and finally me, but the stupid thing started beeping when it reached my side and the woman asked me to empty my pockets.
I pulled out some bubble gum, an empty bag of Doritos, a ketchup packet, a straw wrapper, and a baked potato wrapped in tin foil from my jacket pocket. Everyone gave me a funny look. I only shrugged.
"Sir, we're going ot have to confiscate this…" the woman took the potato away.
Today was a bad day. And Dylan was no where in sight.
They made us sit in these chairs that spun while they asked us a million questions. I didn't answer because when they asked how we got to McDonalds I told them in our stolen bus. Gwen slapped me for that one…
Now we're sitting here in a hallway in those same old chairs, waiting for Dylan.
We saw the bad boys go by and Storm almost attacked again. I guess he had some unsettled business with that one that violated Ebony's personal space.
Finally I saw a familiar face. We all jumped to our feet and practically ran to Dr. M. She started scolding us and hugging us all at once. Then came Max who stepped up behind, arms crossed, lips pursed.
"We've been here all night…" She stated. Angel peeked out at us from behind her.
"A darn good time for a mind reader," Angel smiled, "and even better for a ten year old manipulator."
We all grinned.
"Where's Dylan?" I asked.
"In a cell with a way to high blood-alcohol level," Max said with her arms crossed, "Mind to explain?"
"We'll leave that to him," Gwen said shyly.
"Here," an officer's voice rang through our ears. It was gruff and filled with a midst of boredom. We looked behind ourselves to see Dylan with two black eyes, a broken nose, and scratched to pieces. The cop took a pair of handcuffs off Dylan and pushed him over towards us.
"Thank you sir, may we leave now?" Max asked politely.
"You just have a few more papers to sign…" The police man said, looking to Dr. M. He led us further down the hall, Dylan not meeting any of our glances the whole time.
Dr. M veered off from the group and went into a room. Angel followed, gripping tightly to her arm like she was an innocent little child. The rest of us sat in some non-spinning chairs lined up in the hallway, except Max and Dylan, who were standing a little ways off probably getting into yet another heated argument.
"Look what you've done…" I heard Max hiss.
Dylan started to protest but Max cut him off.
"You told me you'd leave!"
"That was before I got about a dozen more members!" Dylan snapped.
"That is your problem Dylan. You said you didn't need me. You said you started your own group, yet you're still living off me and my mother!"
"Fine! You want me gone…"
"You told me you were leaving! You're ruining my life, Dylan!"
"My group has saved your life!"
"I wouldn't need my life saved if it weren't for your group in the first place! You all wouldn't be here if it were up to me, but Mom doesn't want to leave children out on their own," Max whispered harshly, venom dripping from her voice.
Dylan just stared at her. He obviously wasn't all there. He was probably suffering from a bad hangover.
"We'll leave," he said sternly, turning from Maximum's glare.
I tried to act like I wasn't listening, but when I heard that my jaw dropped and I looked around. Apparently I wasn't the only nosey Avian-American in the room because the others had opened mouths and wide, questioning eyes. We sent each other worried glances. Then we shut our mouths and set our jaws. We each gave each other a swift nod- a coded message meaning: don't tell the others and act like you didn't hear a thing.
Dylan plopped down in a seat beside me. He smelled of upchuck, beer, and sweat. He had dark rings under his eyes.
We sat there in silence, mostly. Max told us we, excluding Dylan, were arrested for not being looked after or something. We were apparently just taken in to custody because our 'guardian' was intoxicated. The CSM hurried to make us fake birth certificates and adoption forms. Those, along with Angel's little mind tricks, got us out of custody.
Dylan, on the other hand, was arrested for a number of things: disorderly conduct, public violence, alcoholism, and et cetera. Dr. M paid bail to get him out. Now she's in there signing paperwork.
I still couldn't believe we were going to leave. I mean, yes we are our own group, but…leaving? Splitting up? I had to follow my brother…or his clone, anyway, I had to go with him. I always knew The Flock wasn't really connected perfectly with us, but heck we were birds of a feather. I tried to think of what Dylan could've said to make Max that mad. I guess Max looked at it like ripping off a bandaid, like Dylan needed to move on. She's been pushing him this whole time, urging him to move on. The Migration lived on the top floor at the mansion, we live in a cave now, and we don't go eat with them…it was all building a wall between them, Max stacking bricks, Dylan spreading the cement. It's sad that we have to leave just because those two have a grudge with each other. Dr. M was the only one trying to heal that wound. I then noticed how nice it was of her to let us live with them now, even if we are in caves. At least she let us go eat somewhere we usually don't get to go out to eat. I felt guilty for being angry and jealous of the Flock. I mean, this was Dylan's choice that he fell through on. I glanced over to the others, who were obviously chewing this over too.
About forty five minuets later Dr. M and Angel came out. The ten year old shot us a smirk and a wink. We all stood and walked to the bus in silence, other than the squeaking of our shoes.
Loading into the bus, Dr. M told us that we were lucky we got out. That we were very immature and we shouldn't have gotten into a fight. This provoked Storm's next outburst.
"HE HAD HIS HAND DOWN EBONY'S SHIRT!" Storm blared. He was a little agitated, tired, and annoyed, so I can get why he sounded angry.
Everyone just stared at him. Usually he was quiet and kept his cool but...
"Storm, calm down. It's going to be fine..." Dr. M cooed. Storm crossed his arms and grumbled about something to himself.
The rest of the ride was quiet and peaceful. Once we rolled up the mountain and into the drive way we started to talk a little again. Mostly thanking Dr. M.
Finally we got out and ever so slowly moved for the caves. Gwen decided to slap Dylan over the head and started babbling about how moronic he was and how he scared the crap out of her. He just mumbled something like, "Made me forget…" Forget what?
"Dylan, we heard what you and Max were talking about," Ryan said quietly.
"Great," Dylan spat, looking mad and annoyed.
We were quiet for a moment before Ice interrupted the peace screaming, "For Gods sakes! When are we leaving?!" We all just stared at him. Ice, yah now I get why he's called that. He breaks the social awkward ice.
"You all really think we should leave?" Dylan asked, stunned.
"Yah! I mean, you got to stop tripping over something behind you!" I grinned.
"What?" Ryan looked at me like I just said that grasshoppers eat frogs or something.
"He has a point! You can't start a new chapter in your life if you keep re-reading the old one!" Gwen nodded. At least she got my phrase.
"What do we tell the others?" Dylan asked.
"That it's time we go our separate ways…" Ryan shrugged.
"Well that sounds simple! What are we going to say: Hey guys, we're leaving to go hike through the woods for the rest of our lives, oh and ps Dylan got us kicked out so yah, there ya go!" Ice said sarcastically.
"Well, maybe after we talk to them they'll understand?" Gwen tried with an encouraging grin.
"Or maybe…" Ice started with his signature 'I'm gonna crush your spirit' tone. Ryan slapped a hand over his mouth.
We walked to the entrance of the cave and heard country music blaring.
"BABY YOU A SONG, YA MAKE ME ROLL MY WINDOWS DOWN AND CRUISE!" Was that…Jace?! Oh my gosh it was! We stared wide eyed as Jace sang as loud as he could along with the radio, surprisingly it don't sound like nails on a chalkboard. Jace could sing country music! And then there was Alex, who was swooning over him.
Flair and Selene were dippin' and a swayin' to the tune, each screaming out the few words they knew from the lyrics. Jester was laughing and nudging Melee to rock out with him. Sparks and 24 were jumping up and down, 24 doing strobe lights. Then I noticed Redneck and Marigold, who were practically climbing the walls. Marigold was chewing on the bottom of Melee's shirt bawling her heart out. The goat had 'WASSUP?!' spray painted in neon green on her side. Actually the cave walls were spray painted in a variety of colors. Each member had signed their names. It was…AWESOME!
"This is…" Gwen breathed.
"The best thing since Vanilla Ice!" Ice finished.
Ryan laughed.
"What…" Ice shrugged, "gotta admire a guy who shares my name."
"Ryan!" Selene waved him over. And all God's people said, "Good riddance!"
"Lets go! Please Gwen?! Please please please please PLEASE!" I whined tugging on her arm.
"Dang Kale! You'd think a bomb was about to go off or something!" Gwen frowned. I just tugged harder, jerking her off her feet and running onto the 'dance floor'.
"Jailbirds," Melee said simply.
"I think they're lovebirds!" Sparks added with a wink.
"I think you're a dead bird!" Gwen threatened.
"Says you!" Sparks cackled as she took off.
"Dance?" I tried.
"Try to keep up!" Gwen said mysteriously.
I only smiled wider. And then the song changed to We Can't Stop by Miley Cyrus. I have no idea why this was playing.
"Ok. Who the heck put on Hanna Montana?!" Ice growled.
Long story short we danced for a long time. Not like the waltz dancing, more like the 'I put my hand up on your hip, when I dip, you dip, we dip!' kind of dancing. And don't you dare act like you've never heard that song before, I'm sure you've danced to it in front of your mirror with your teddy bear!
Finally the time came when we were plum worn out. Even super hyper Sparks and obnoxious Redneck were laying down flat on their backs staring up at the stalactites.
Ryan gave Dylan the tell-them-now look. Dylan wiped his hands on his pants, I'm sure he was shaking and dying a little on the inside. Storm and Ebony, who had been I-don't -even-want-to-think-about-it' ing this whole time, came out and found a seat.
Dylan stood and looked at us all. He took a deep breath and simply said, "It's time that The Migration walks its own path."
Everyone who had not been arrested that night had dropped jaws and a look of over all shock washed over them like a wave crashing down on a surfer.
"What does that mean…?" Alex asked, gripping a little tighter to Jace.
"It means that we are going to go find our own mission…" Dylan shrugged.
"You mean leave…? Like leave the Bird Cave? Leave the Flock?" Ebony questioned.
Dylan nodded.
"But why?!" Jes whined.
"They've decided to live a normal life…" Dylan started to explain.
"And we haven't?!" Flair interrupted.
We were all quiet for a minuet.
"No," I said, disturbing everyone's thoughts, "no we haven't." Gwen slipped her hand into mine and gave a slight nod.
"Neither have we," Storm said, his arm wrapped around Ebony's shoulder.
"I still enjoy busting heads…" Jace shrugged.
"You all need me and my power," Alex gave a small smile.
"I like freezing Erasers…" Ice shrugged.
"I go where Kale and Gwenny Pig go!" Jes chirped, squirming in between us. Heh heh, Gwenny Pig.
"Fine! I'll admit it, I love burning those wolfy beasts and the nerds it lab coats," Flair sighed.
"Heck, we'll never be normal," Melee said as she leaned back, her hands folding behind her head.
"Amen," Redneck giggled.
"I'm not leaving!" 24 crossed her arms.
"Me neither," Sparks frowned.
"We can't leave Redneck!" Selene explained.
"Baaah!" Marigold stomped her foot like she knew what was going on.
"Ok, we aren't forcing you..." Dylan said meekly.
"Well...uh I guess I'll stay here with them," Ryan stated. Whoa…
"Sure. I guess we'll leave in the morning…" Dylan gave a fake smile, "so start packing."
Man, was that a weight of our shoulders...but leaving would be hard, and saying goodbye even tougher. It was time for the Migration to...migrate? Oh gosh that sucked, well until the next chapter of our lives: Live, laugh, love, and lampshade!
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Kale: LIVE LONG AND LAMPSHADE!
No…just…no.
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