21Hello! This idea just popped into my head, so I started writing it down when I was supposed to be studying for finals. You had better appreciate it if I fail! JK. Flames allowed, constructive criticism, you love it, hate it, yada, yada.
Disclaimer: Me no own MR. Me own idea. Me cavewoman! Gahrgarr!
Hey, I'm Max, short for Maximum Ride. You call me Maxine and I will rip out you spine and beat you with it, got it? Okay, I am really bored right now (that's a first) and it is really late at night and no Erasers seem to be attacking, so I thought I would jot down a few things, just to clear my head, you know?
So, I would like to talk about the more recent of things that has happened to me. Like my expiration date showing up. But, the Voice is telling me that I am the only one in the flock that will get an expiration date. FML right? Well that was what I thought, until… wait, let me give you the whole story. Just to make it more interesting, I'll put it in story form.
My POV
I am staying in Dr. Martinez's house because I was missing her, so I paid her a visit. As I was drying my hair when I got out of the shower, I looked in the mirror, and I noticed some dirt on the back of my neck. I grabbed and extra towel and started rubbing on it. It wouldn't come off! So, I got the towel a bit wet and I put some soap on it. I resumed rubbing my neck until it was bright red, so I took a closer look. I froze, closed my eyes, and prayed that what I had just seen was an illusion and that it would be gone by the time I opened my eyes. I finally worked up enough courage to open my eyes, and the date was still there! Well, shit. This is just peachy, ain't it? So, I made sure my hair was covering my neck, ran into my room, got dressed, once again made sure my hair was covering my neck, and walked into Dr. Martinez's room.
I said, "Do you mind if I borrow your concealer?"
She looked a bit curious and said slowly, "Okay… but if you don't mind my asking…why?"
I lied, "Well, have a pimple and it has really been bothering me."
I watched guiltily as a doubt was erased off of my mother's face. "Sure thing! Here you go! You can keep it if you want."
I thanked her and walked into my room, trying hard not to run in there as fast as possible. I closed the door, locked it, and went to my mirror. Who knew they could be so handy? I applied just enough concealer to make sure my expiration date could not be seen, for I do not want the flock to know, and flopped onto my bed, stress taking its toll on me. I lay there for hours, not able to sleep, because it is now night time. After deciding that if I laid there any longer that I would go insane, I got up, opened my window, and jumped out. Did I forget to mention that I have wings? Oops, my bad. So, I unfurled my wings and flew out into the darkness, practically drinking the fresh air. What am I gonna do?
Fang's POV
As I look out of the window late at night (curse you insomnia!) I see Max flying out in the dark. Hey, would you look at that? She has insomnia too! I think I should join her.
"Well, no duh! That is a pretty Eraser-brained thing to think, yeah?" Angel says in my mind. I sigh, she is right. What can I say, a tired insomniac? Not the smartest things. But wait, why is Angel up so late? I hear tinkling laughter in my head. I give the slightest of smiles, that girl. Jeez. I fling open my window and fly out into the night. It's time to figure out what Max is up to.