The Life of M.R.

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Dawn and I sat there, the rain still steadily hitting my hospital room window. I was slowly poking the sludge that they call food in this hospital and wishing I was having a slice of Iggy's chocolate cake instead, Dawn was eating Chinese takeout that she had run out and gotten for herself.

"Dawn honey, could I have some of that yummy looking stir-fry, please?" I practically beg, finally throwing down the stupid plastic fork that I had been using to prod at the supposed meatloaf.

"Mom," Dawn frowns at me a bit, "it'll be bad for you. With the state you're in, it's better for you to eat that," Dawn quickly studies the 'meatloaf' on my tray, "vitamin jelly…?"

"Dawn, this is supposed to be meatloaf." I say with a smirk. Dawn's eyes widen.

"Oh…Erm…Yeah, here mom," Dawn starts piling stir-fry onto the extra plate she had gotten. "Could I start reading the next entry now?"

"Yes, yes. Go ahead." I say impassively, digging my fork into the stir-fry."

"Oh, by the way, what did you mean about wings and explosions in Paris?" Dawn asks me quickly.

"You'll see, Dawn." I say with a bit of a secretive smile.

Dawn cocks and eyebrow but begins reading anyways.

It's been a few days since we got the letter from Fang and everyone is excited, except for me. I mean why would I want to see that low life, self centered, emo, stupid, retarded, selfish, dumb, brick wall-like, idiot? I mean really, he is dating Maya, my clone, anyways!

"Max, when are we going to the mall?" Angel asks me with a sweet, ten year old smile. That was probably the only good thing about the stupid letter coming; Angel was now genuinely smiling, even if only a little bit.

"We will soon, baby." I say, ruffling her blonde curls. Suddenly a 12 year old Gazzy, a 16 year old Nudge, and the two 18 year olds, Iggy, and Dylan, burst into the room yelling like maniacs with Total following right behind them. For a second I wonder where Ella is, but I quickly remember that she is on a trip across Europe with her school.

"No! I want to say we take Total to the dog park before he goes back to live with Akila!" Nudge yells.

"No, we should strap him to a rocket!"Iggy and Gazzy exclaim.

"Why don't we just buy him some new toys?" Dylan yells.

"Everyone shut up!" I scream. The entire flock is silent. I look down at a frustrated Total who is obviously missing Akila and his pups. "Total, what would you like to do on your last day visiting with us?" I ask calmly. Total thinks about it for a minute and then looks at me.

"Well Max, I would like to go on a fly with the entire flock." Total says surely. I nod and smile, then look up at the flock. They all exchange glances and give in.

"Alright, let's go then!" Nudge exclaims, suddenly back to her dopey-happy self.

The flock and I then set off for a long awaited flight. Gazzy and Angel were playing tag in between the thin clouds, and Nudge and Iggy were off behind us talking quietly. Dylan was beside me, trying to start a conversation and failing. Total had joined Gazzy and Angel in their game of tag when Dylan had finally found a topic to base the conversation on.

"So, Max, are you worried about what might happen at the wedding? I mean, you obviously don't want to go, and the last time you saw Fang you nearly ripped that ridiculously flippy hair off his head."

"Dyl, I'll be fine. The rest of the flock wants to go, and so we'll go." I say, biting my tongue before I can say anything else.

"Are you absolutely sure? Because we all know how erm…close, you and Fang were." Dylan states sheepishly, knowing that he is treading on thin ice.

"Yes..Sure." I growl through gritted teeth.

"Okay." Dylan yelps, wide eyed. My jaw relaxes but I continue to mentally glare at the thought of seeing Fang's "ridiculously flippy" hair.

When we get back from out flight, my mom has already set the dinner table and everyone is stupid-hungry. Iggy practically shovelled the chicken down his throat.

"Mum, I still don't get it." Dawn says, almost whining.

"All in due time, Dawn." I saw with a small smile.

Alright, I know it's been forever! But I have been distracted by some really…erm...emotionally damaging situations. But that's all over now! (or at least I hope so) Review and keep reading!

-JAMZD