max

We where flying along our merry way when all of a sudden,
"Max can we stop? I'm tired." I heard Gazzy complain.
"Well thats not like you.." I was puzzled, but I had been flying to long to use the thinking park of my brain.
"Come on max, we have been flying to long!" Nudge complained.
"Fine," I wasn't going to tell them I was tired too.
We decended towards a bunch of trees that looked safe to hind in.
I sat down, no more like flopped down onto a fallen log that looked nice and sturdy. I stretched my wings hearing them crack like fangs knuckles when he wakes up in the morning.
Suddenly a rustling sound...

Feelings That are Hopefully Not There

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride! James Patterson does! Not me! Not me! Not me!

A/N: This takes place . . . well, I don't really know. Sometime in book three maybe? After the flock splits up, when they reunite. Oh yeah, and when I used the word "stingy", it's not the same as "penny-pinching." It's like . . . um, like a bee sting. It feels . . . stingy. LOL.




My flock was asleep.

Well, all except for me and Fang that is. He was keeping watch and I . . . well, I was having trouble sleeping. And lying on a cold, stone floor wasn't helping the whole situation...