Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn't forget the basic necessity of eating.
Even needing to get to Angel, we couldn't forget the basic necessity of eating.
Max-I'm not going to die today.
Excellent. They were flammable.
Maybe he was a good a good whitecoat-like Jeb. And maybe the moon was made of cream cheese.
Fang and I searched in every way we could think of and found a million institutes of one kind or another, in Manhattan and throughout New York state, but none of them seemed promising. My favorite? The Institute for Realizing Your Pet's Inner Potential. Anyone who can explain that to me, drop a line.
Plus her mom was so awesome. She was strict about some things-don't leave your socks lying around-but so not strict about other things, like calling the cops about my bullet wound.
Fang was going to kill me. And after I was dead, he would kill me again.
Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem.
I gave him a kick and he stepped back onto the third rail. Exploding, flaming eraser! This is why moms tell you to stay away from the third rail, but it sure came in handy this time.
Sometimes he seems like a droid--or a drone. Fang of Nine. Fang2-D2.
I led the way toward the crowd, trying to look casual, like, Fly? Me? Nah.
That's more than three questions, Max. And sometimes wheter someone is your friend or enemy is all in how you look at it. But if you must know, I consider myself your friend, a good friend who loves you very much. No one Loves you more than I do, Maximum. Now listen. I ask the questions here, not you. You're just here for the ride. For the incredible, indescribable Maximum Ride.
I muttered a swear word to myself. After I heard Angel cussing like a sailor when she stubbed her toe, my new resolution was to watch my language. All I needed was a six-year-old mutant with a potty mouth
The funny thing about facing imminent death is that it really snaps everything else into perspective.
I still felt like I might hurl, and I thought about how awful that would be in midair.
The receptionist looked us over, then went back to typing something incredibly urgent-like her résumé? for another job.
A vet! I started laughing weakly and had to sit on the edge of the tub. A vet. Wait till they found out how appropriate that was.
I won't lie to you-it was hilarious. Yes, we were in trouble, yes, this was a disaster, and so one and so forth, but I have to say, seeing those upturned faces, the looks, was bout the best thing that happened to us since we'd come to New York.
There's nothing more annoying than cold logic and reason when you've got a good fit going.
Angel wanted them all to burn in h-e- double toothpicks forever.
Iggy's spine tightened, his face like ice. When he'd been at the School, they'd tried to surgically enhance his night vision. Now he was blind forever. Oops.
Veins practically popping out of his neck, the jerk leaned out his window and yelled a bunch of swear words, including a new one I tucked away in my brain for future use, if necessary.
Another day. Get up and face it.
In the dictionary, next to the word stress, there is a picture of a midsize mutant stuck inside a dog crate, wondering if her destiny is to be killed or to save the world. Okay, not really. But there should be.
We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.
Because what's worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?
Is it important to be right or is it important to do what's right? That's one of the hardest lessons to learn.
Call me crazy, but there's just something cheering about seeing huge raptors tear into Eraser flesh.
It gets so tiring, this strong-picking-on-the-weak stuff. It was the story of my life -literally- and it seemed to be a big part of the outside world too. I was sick of it, sick of guys like these, stupid and bullying.
Can you giggle while racing for your life and protecting a six-year-old? I can.
Jeezum-humans were like eggshells.
Congratulations. The fact that you're reading this means you've taken one giant step closer to surviving until your next birthday.
Knowledge is a terrible burden. It may help you, but it might also destroy you.
Did I want a dog? No. Did I need a dog? Also no. We were six kids running for our lives, not knowing where our next meal was coming from. Could we afford to feed a dog? Wait for it-no.
Max-Dogs, dogs, go away, let me live another day.
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