Max's Journal: July 5, 2002

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Taylor Twins concert!

I can't wait to tell the rest of the flock about this - they're gonna be SO excited!Guess what? I just spotted a flyer on a bus stop about an upcoming Taylor Twins concert! How cool is THAT?

Natalie and Trent's show is at some beach on Long Island. It's an outdoor thing, so maybe we can fly on in there while no one's looking and blend in with the crowd? The show is also completely sold out, so having these wings of ours may just be the ticket! (Pun intended.)

I wonder what songs they're going to sing? We only caught their concert midway through the show at Central Park, so it would be really cool to surprise everyone and treat them to this. I can't wait to see the look on Gazzy's face when I tell him!

Max

Dusting off the old journal...

Before this whole blogging thing became popular, I used to write down my thoughts the old school way, with a pen and paper. They were called "journals" or "diaries." Ahh. . . technology. lol.

Anyhow, I started going through old entries from a few years ago when we first got out of The School and lived with Jeb. It's so weird to see how quickly things have changed and where we ended up!

Here's the very first entry from my journal:

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Why Angel?

I know I have the reputation of being "the quiet one" and all that other strong, silent type stuff that goes along with it, but it's only because I have a lot going on underneath the surface. And I've been doing some thinking. A lot of thinking, actually.

After Angel's pet store freak-out over the weekend, I couldn't help but have a flashback to when she was first kidnapped. ...Why did the whitecoats just want her back?

We were all at that psycho School--all six of us. We all lived through that nightmare until Jeb gave us a second chance; a first chance at normalcy. But what the H-E-double hockey sticks were they doing with Angel? Max is the one who's supposed to "save the world," Angel's just...I don't know, Angel.

Why not, say, me? Maybe Angel has something they need, and they'll keep hunting us down until they get her back and kill the rest of us when they do? Why are we dispensable and she's the exception? I don't understand.

-Fang

"How much is that Angel in the window?"

We found a pet store as we were walking down the street, and of course Angel ran over to the window when she spotted a bunch of really cute cats, and a dog that looked just like Total!! ...Like his missing brothers and sisters or something!!

Then all of a sudden, Angel freaked out and booked it down the block. I couldn't figure out what was up until I realized that one of the cages looked exactly like the kind she was kept in at the School!! (Remember page 54?)

It must have been pretty scary for her to be kidnapped and held prisoner there all by herself. She is the youngest, you know. I don't blame her. (The cat is still cute, though!!)

~Nudge

Paranoia!

That Winged Kids site is making me more and more paranoid by the minute.

After spotting that waiter in the park the other day, it reminded me of two things that happened at the restaurant: 1. Man, that was funny! 2. All those people took pictures of us ! Translation? They're bound to show up on that stupid conspiracy website!

And, what do ya know! Jason is blabbing all over the site about how he saw us "morph into these things with wings." (I wish he would just morph into oblivion!)

I can't believe how stupid we were! Yeah, it was wrong of him not to serve us (we had the cash to buy all that food), but I should have played it cool instead of instigating that big scene. But really, how am I supposed to set a good example for the flock when that snot-nosed waiter's head is just calling for a bowl of olive oil!?

Why does it seem like everything I do is a big spectacle? Nothing can be simple.

Hopefully this all blows over. And SOON.

You're fired!

Guess who I saw in Central Park today?! (No, not Paris Hilton.) Our old "friend" Jason! Remember that waiter I dumped a bowl of olive oil on from Garden Tavern? Man, I wish I had a camera with me for that Kodak moment.

I was perched up in the tree above Jason as I watched him sitting on a bench looking rather depressed, circling things with a marker in a newspaper. Luckily, this time I had a camera with me!

Look a bit closer:


Ha! The want-ads! That guy should have just brought us the food we wanted and everything would have been cool. He would have kept his job, Angel would stop nagging me for prime rib, and we would have not been tabloid fodder.

Note to self: When a bunch of kids order half the whole menu in posh restaurant, don't freak - just serve. MR, pg 322.

Winged Kids: The True Hollywood Story?

Remember when those creeps with the cameras got all paparazzi on us and took our picture in the alleyway by The Institute? Ends up they definitely weren't outside the building snapping shots for a photography class.

Nudge, the little internet guru that she is, found this site: wingkidsarereal.com. Go check it out. ...And I thought the Garden Tavern run-in from Chapter 103 was bad! That's nothing compared to this bombshell!

These so-called "Conspiracy Theorists" have articles and pictures and...Gosh, it just goes on and on! We're supposed to be hiding out! You know, staying incognito? What are we going to do NOW?!

I think we may need to go for another makeover session. Except this one may have to involve plastic surgery and/or masks. UGH.
Max

RE: Multiple Choice.

I still vote for Weird Al. Now, who should play me?

1. Avril Lavigne
2. Evan Rachel Wood
3. Michelle Trachtenberg
4. Anna Paquin

Max

Multiple Choice.

Enough with the kidding around! Get out your #2 pencils, kids. It's time for a Fang pop quiz!

Who do you think should play me in Maximum Ride: The Movie? Seriously, though. Since it is me we're talking about here, I really think I should have some input with the movie people.

1. Christian Bale
2. Colin Farrell
3. Weird Al
4. Hayden Christensen
5. Adam Brody

They need to be dark, and able to kick some Eraser-butt. I hope that's on their resume!
-Fang

A thank-you note!

Fang. Casting agent extraordinaire!

Seems like the newest task on my agenda is to go give Weird Al a call and have him clear his schedule so that our lives can be captured on film in a much more accurate light. Very funny.

...And the Adam Brody OC dude? That preppy actor boy could not take on an Eraser if he tried!! (Oh, and deal with getting his collar-poppin' shirt wrinkly.)

Since we're talking about perfect casting here, let's keep the ball rolling and talk about Miss Maximum Sarcasm. According to the message board, the Max Ride readers of the world seem to think that Evan Rachel Wood should play her in the movie.

Personally, I was thinking more of an Avril Lavigne type. She can kick wolf-mutant butt!!

What do you guys think? I think I should get business cards made up and move to Hollywood.
-Fang

Joke's on YOU!

Dear Mustard Fan(g),

I think all that blood loss you experienced the other day is getting to you...big time! PLEASE! Haven't you ever heard of sarcasm? Gotcha!

Sorry to burst your little bubble there, pal. I sure hope you can still fly with all that ego weighing your head down!

By the way, I just heard a rumor that none other than Mr. Adam "The OC" Brody is interested in playing you in our movie.

So...Weird Al wasn't available or something?


That would be MUCH more accurate casting, don't you think? ;-)

Sincerely,
Maximum Sarcasm

A Reply to "The vent..."

Dear Poutty Girl at the Hot Dog Stand Bench,

Even though I only shared a brief moment discussing the golden condiment (that absolutely makes everything in life better!) with a certain girl around your age, apparently I have offended you. For that, I am sorry.

Interesting, though. VERY interesting.

Maybe I could make THIS situation better by dumping a vat of mustard on your head? You'd probably look better yellow, anyway. ;-)

Sincerely Yours,
Fang

Time to vent...

Forgive me. I'm about to be totally cliche and, well...GIRLY for a moment. I just need to vent.

Is it okay to be jealous of somebody you don't even KNOW?

The flock needs to refuel pretty often because we burn so many calories flying--plus, Iggy kept nagging me for a dirty water dog (or 10)--so we stopped at a corner hot dog stand. Just as Iggy was stuffing his face with dog number three, a girl about my age started talking to Fang. She was ordering a pretzel with mustard and they started laughing about how mustard makes everything taste better. (And, c'mon, how stupid is THAT?) Then, something inside of me just snapped. I don't know what it was, but I don't think it was jealousy over her can of root beer.

I got so...I don't know...angry, that I sat myself down on a nearby bench until they finished their giggle-fest over CONDIMENTS.

UGH! I don't know what my problem is.
Note to self: Remember! Mustard is the way to Fang's heart.

Fang's War Wounds!

I've been helping everybody with their injuries from our Eraser fight at the Institute & Fang's was definitely the worst of the Flock. His face got all scratched up, he's bruised like a banana & part of his right wing was hurt pretty bad. I have no idea if what I'm doing to help him is right - I'm just trying my best.

Check out this picture of Fang wounded by the Erasers...can anyone help me out?? Besides for looking stuff up on the net about fixing big wounds and gashes, I don't really know what else I can do!! (There's nothing about kids with wings on those medical web sites!)

Max can tell you guys from when she got hurt, it's probably going to take a long time for cuts this nasty to heal up. Fang probably won't be able to fly until he's better, too. Anyone out there have any advice for us?? I hope we can figure this out! I'm just scared.

Fang keeps saying that it doesn't hurt, but he must be in a lot of pain. He's really, I mean really, a brave kid.

Nudge

Candid Camera.

At the end of the hallway were two security guards with flashlights, or so we thought. ...ERASERS!

This was by far one of the ugliest battles we've ever fought. These new Erasers are WAY stronger than the last bunch. They may be expiring more quickly, but they sure can kick your butt while they're around! And, you try fighting blood-thirsty wolf-mutants you just stole from in a hallway the size of a watermelon! (Okay, so several freakishly large watermelons.) I really don't know how we got out alive.

Bloodied and bruised, we finally escaped into an alleyway. Out of NOWHERE, some wackos with cameras jumped out behind a fence and started snapping our picture! They were screaming stuff about how they were "going to tell the world about us" and then they booked it out of there. I have no idea who the heck they were, but it can't be good news.

Why do we attract all the weirdos?! First the creepy guy with the Mac, and now these crazies with the cameras. I just want a NORMAL life!

The Black Door.

We went through every cabinet, every computer, every inch of the Institute and gathered all the information we could get our hands on. Weirder still, we combed the entire place, yet we didn't find any new "experiments" inside the lab. I assumed since we let all the others we found free, the White Coats didn't have enough time to create new ones. Boy, was I wrong.

We found a hidden entrance to a stairway, leading to a black doorway that had no doorknob, no handle...nothing.


Each of us, one by one, pressed our ears up to the door. I cannot begin to describe the horrible sounds I heard. Scratching, whimpering, screaming from something...NOT HUMAN! These new experiments were engineered quickly and in large numbers...and they knew we were right outside the door.

Something told me to grab the rest of the flock and run, FAST.