It took the flock and I a while to figure out that although we were sitting in the jet, no one was driving it. That's how tired we were.
"Erm, Max?" Iggy called pointing to the drivers seat. I felt like such an idiot. Why hadn't I thought about this on the way over?
"Yeah, I know. I'll call our good friend Nino Pierpont and get him to send someone to pilot the jet." I told him reaching for my handheld. I was a bit reluctant to just have anyone come over and fly all the people I loved about a million feet up in the air but we needed to get back and this was the fastest way. I wasn't about to let...
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...
This cannot be happening, Max thought as she stood por a árbol in the park. Little ángel sat under the tree, weeping her eyes out. Thick tears running down her cheeks. In her hands she held a little bird. She had caught it earlier as it fell from the sky and it had, unfortunately, died in her hands. And now little ángel was so shaken por it, she was breaking down.
What do I do, Max asked herself. ángel was crying, and this time she didn't know how to handle it. She had had a lot of conversations with her flock. But nothing so sensitive as "Death". She remembered how peaceful the día had started...
Kara, Frankie, and Clarissa of FlockUpdates on youtube give some opinions on Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart playing Fang in Max, as in HELL NO! Btw, I'm the one who wrote the petition, St. Fang of Boredom. Yep, that's me!