September, 16th 2012
Dearest Diary (see I can be British),
Worst mistakes always result in the worst consequences…but could I honestly call what happened a mistake? It had been the greatest moment of my life…
I should've known better than to…to…ugh, even in my diary it's hard to explain.
So diary, here is where we are…, just you and me and…hmm, how do I even begin to explain.
Start with the truth.
Thanks ever so much Voice, I'll remember to keep that in mind. Here diary- why don't you remember for me…NOTE TO MAX: Always start with the truth. There Voice, now I'll never forget.
Anyways, I was walking down the streets of London here, see that's where I am right now when I saw you. Yes, you, with your lovely red leather cover and the sides of your pages gold and sparkly. In order to be normal, I just had to buy you because that's what teenage girls are supposed to do right? We're suppose to buy sparkly things.
Talking to you, well, it's a lot nicer than let's say…having to talk to the Voice. But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself aren't I? I always do…he always said I did. But then again, he was always about chilling out on some island while the world saves itself. Well, guess who's on an island now (technically England is an island so HA) and who isn't. That's right. Max=1, Him= -5. I'll explain later.
My full name is Maximum Ride but since you're my closest friend at the moment Diary you can call me Max. Honestly, it's the most kickass name there is and it pretty much sums me up in about four syllables. That's what I chose it after all.
I had a flock and a family. My flock (which is a result from the fact that we all of wings and can fly just so you know) is Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel, and him. He shall not be mentioned in name and I have my complete reasons. No, we are not in a feud and I do not hate him. I mostly definitely do not hate him.
My family-speaking genetics wise- was amazing, crazy, horrible, and all that the world is cracked up to be. You know that show that takes place in the 70s? Well, I had parents just like that. My mom was the sweetest, most caring woman in the world (and less ditzy than the one on that tv). My dad was the worst, a bit on the evil side (okay, nothing like the tv show that was a really bad reference). My sister was sweet and caring.
Why am I alone now? If I should be surrounded by all my loved ones, then why I am talking to you?
Well…um….um…I can't even tell you diary out of the fear that it's true. I mean- well-obviously what happened is true and there's no denying. I would have to be in the weirdest denial EVER to think I wasn't in the situation I was in now. Maybe for now, we should just use this as introductions and nothing more. Or better yet, I'll start with what lead up to this. Or maybe…I just won't tell you? I don't know diary, if only you could talk back. Any advice? Please? I could use some.
Now, I'm talking to inanimate objects and I'm about to cry because I put my shoes on the wrong foot. Today is not my day diary.
Any good news to inform you about?
Well, I saved the world all right but that was two years ago, I'm sixteen now. More important things have presented themselves.
You know what? I'm going out to buy a scone or an ice cream or maybe even a lobster (bird-kid genes you know?). I don't care that my mom suggested that I stay out of the public. I'm going out, I'm sixteen for crying out loud. Maybe I'll buy the new Green Day CD or go for the British classics like the Beatles or the Rolling Stones… But why should I care? I already made the biggest decision of my life. Everything else should be like putting syrup on waffles.
Good day diary,
Maximum Ride…yeah, that's about it.
All right, I promise longer chapters. I was thinking of this story for a long time and finally decided to go through with it. I hope you enjoy this like my other stories (for those who read everything I write and whom I love in a none weird way). As for those who haven't read my stories, well, consider this an introduction and I hope you enjoy. =)
Peace, Love, and 70s shades,
flyerac1029