Edward Cullen or the Hulk?

hi guyz! what up? hey, you know what? my friend and i were talking. let's just call him hulk jr, cuz he is as obsessed with the hulk as i am with edward cullen, which is actually what we were talking about. he says the hulk is better, i say edward cullen is better. we frequently argue about this. so i am asking you, my faithful readers, to help us. let your eyes wander to the right hand side of this blog, and you will see a poll. you can either click on edward cullen (yay!) or the hulk (boo!) although we will probably continue our arguments no matter who wins the poll, we would still like to know your opinions. ROCK THE VOTE!!!!!!

        Peace and Hufflemuffins

                CJ  

Maximum Ride Fanfic Chp.6

okay, i'm on to chapter 6, and you know what that means: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER OF MY MAXIMUM RIDE FANFIC!!!!!! *sob* so sad. 

disclaimer:this is my last chapter, so i'll say it for old time's sake-- i do NOT own maximum ride or the flock. i own Elizabeth and her flock. maximum ride is property of James Patterson. here it goes... can you feel the tension... almost there... just a little bit more... oh, what the heck, here's the chapter! 

 

Now that we were back at home, Elizabeth had been reunited with her Flock, and the day was saved, there was only one problem left: Where would they go? I consulted Elizabeth after dinner on the matter.

“Ummm, I’m not exactly sure where we’re going to go. God knows we can’t stay here, what with just breaking out of the School and whatnot. And maybe you should clear out for a couple of weeks, too, just in case they go looking for you guys.” I nodded.

She sat there on the front porch, twirling a lock of hair around her finger and staring at her sneakers like they were the most interesting things in the world. I laughed.

“You’re doing it again,” I told her. She looked up, confused.

“I’m doing what again?” she asked.

“Whenever you don’t know whether or not to say something you’re thinking you get all scared and nervous,” I said. She sighed.

“Okay, I was just kinda thinking, just maybe that… I could go home, to my parents and my brothers. Do you think that’s a bad idea?” she said hurriedly. I put my hand on her shoulder.

“I trust you to make the right choice,” I said reassuringly. I got up and left her to her thoughts.

 

*  *  *

 

The next day Elizabeth and her flock left. There were many tears and exchanges of emails. (Not that we had emails up until that point, but Mom would help us make some).

“Will we ever see you again?” Elizabeth asked me.

“Hopefully. It’s definitely possible,” I said.

“Where will you go?” Nudge asked them.

“I have a place in mind,” Elizabeth told her. She smiled at me and I smiled back.

“Look for us bird kids on the news, in case we pop up,” Aaron joked.

“Likewise,” Fang pushed him a little and Aaron shoved him back. Aww, friends already. Actually, we were all getting to know each other pretty well. I was surprised to feel a pang of regret, seeing our new friends and allies leave us.

“Call us if you need anything,” I made them swear.

“Email us soon, assuming Iggy and Gazzy don’t blow up your laptop,” Cheryl teased.

Tears started to well in my eyes. I really liked these people. Why did they have to go? Elizabeth looked over at me and noticed my pained expression. “Don’t worry about us. We take care of each other. Just like you guys. Always have, always will”. I nodded and bit my lower lip.  I will not cry. I will not cry. She motioned for the others to do an up-and-away. She spread her wings and pushed off from the ground. She turned around in the air and yelled something down to me. Then she and the rest of her flock flew off into the sunset, so to speak. I knew without hearing what the last thing she had shouted was: “Remember us”. And if you see a group of seven 12 year olds with wings flying around, you’ll remember them, too. And don’t go blabbing about it to the media, going with the assumption that you enjoy existing in one piece, okay? 

 So…that’s it. It’s finally over. Awww, so sad. But don’t worry, cuz I’m already working on my new Twilight fanfic. Yay Twilight!

Oh, before I forget, I finally thought of a title for the fanfic. I call it (DUNTA DA DUN!) No One Is Alone. I thought of this title since Max has her flock and Liz has hers. Now they all know that there is another gang of bird kids just like them. Even when the going gets tough, they won’t be on their own. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s kinda corny, but it’s all I could come up with at the moment, okay?

Later, peoplez.

                    Peace and Hufflemuffins                                                                                                                             CJ

                           

Sorry!

hey people, sorry i haven't posted in so long! i've been traveling to the country every week for the past MONTH so my posts have been a bit messed up. but don't worry, i'll be home for august and i'll be able to post regularly. thanks for being so patient, you guyz!
special shoutout: if any of you see Chanel, keep her from crawling into a dark whole or something, k? :D
Peace and Hufflemuffins
CJ

Maximum Ride Fanfic Chp.5

hey y'all! sorry i haven't posted on a while i was on vacation for the week. but here i am! ain't that just the greatest thing ever? it's not? too bad. anyways, here's my next fanfic. hope you like it! Disclaimer: NO STINKIN' COMMENT! do i REALLY have to do it again for you people? 

When I turned around again, we were surrounded by, oh say, about 100 Erasers. But wait, there’s more! There were also roughly 200 Flyboys, like we don’t get enough of those as it is. “On the count of three, we go up-and-away,” I murmured. “One,” and we were up. Me, Iggy and Fang took off as fast as we could, and Elizabeth and her friends caught on quick enough to elude capture, but not for long. Just as I had figured, the mix of Flyboys and Erasers flew up after us. We plunged into the pit of the bloodthirsty mutants, fighting for our lives. We had the advantage of being lean and flexible, but it didn’t help much. There were too many of them to fight off. It was a miracle we were still alive. They were pushing us back, closer and closer to the huge fences. If we went back much farther we’d be fried. Then, something in my brain seemed to click. I looked over at Elizabeth. She had figured it out, too. It’s a leader thing. We let our wings close and folded them into our backs. We fell about 100 feet and then we let them out again, and we flew back towards the field. The others looked confused, but they didn’t argue. We flew up and back towards the fence. The Flyboy/Eraser S.W.A.T. team followed us, trying to keep us confined. Well, good luck with that. We were aiming for the electric fence at 80 miles an hour. When I was but a foot away, I pulled up using all the flexibility in me. I was parallel with an electric fence that would fry me at the slightest touch, and I was not dead. Beat that!

There are a lot of differences between us and the Erasers and Flyboys. Besides the obvious sane/bloodthirsty matter, we were tall and thin. Bending was second nature to us. The Erasers and the Flyboys, though, were huge, bulky, and about as bendable as cinderblocks. So guess who crashed into the electric fence and sizzled like bacon on a frying pan? (mmmmmmm, bacon. I like bacon.)

We celebrated, but only for about five seconds. Right behind them was a new set of Flyboys/Erasers. When would it end?

Elizabeth seemed extremely determined, more than usual. Whatever she had been holding back before would break loose now. “Everyone, cover your ears!” she shouted as the enemy closed in.

“News flash, we can’t fight with our hands over our ears!” I screamed at her.

“Just do it!” she pleaded. For some reason, I trusted her. It might have had something to do with the fact that I didn’t have any better ideas, but that’s beside the point. I clamped my hands over my ears. Elizabeth sucked in her breath then let it out. Only she didn’t exhale, she screamed. I swear, I thought a police siren was malfunctioning next to my eardrum or something, it was so loud. My ears hurt like heck. The unsuspecting army of mutations was shook. They fell from the sky like potato sacks. It was actually quite fun to watch. The School was suffering as well. The windows shattered, and I’m pretty sure some of the walls began to crumble.

I looked at her in amazement. “Why didn’t you tell us you could wail like that?” I asked her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you could fly so fast?” she shot back. Oh. That.

I shrugged. “You never asked,” was my answer. She rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, I bet you would have loved it if I had started to interrogate you about your powers.” She had a point.

“Would it be so much to ask you two to wait until we were outta here before you start talking? You’re making me think Nudge is here or something.” Fang muttered. We rolled our eyes at him. Guys. So impatient.

I flew off at top speed. I couldn’t wait to get home and see the rest of the flock again. Oh, and I was hungry for Mom’s cookies. I just love Mom’s cookies.