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Chapter 1
It hurts.
Just like everything else.
But I can tell you, I know pain more than anyone could imagine. I’ve dealt with burns, cuts, scratches, broken bones, and lacerations. I bet you’re wondering what I’m talking about.
And I bet you’re also wondering who I am.
Well, for starters, my name is Clair Quincy. I am fifteen years old and I have been trying to save the world. Ha, I can just see your reaction. You think just because I’m what most adults will call, a “minor”, that I can’t do squat to save a city, much less the entire world. But that is entirely absurd. I am genetically mutated.
If you read the Maximum Ride series, you probably think that we’re alike. The thing is, Max and her flock don’t really exist. But I do. And yeah, I have a “flock” of my own. Although we’re not two percent bird and ninety-eight percent human. We do fly, we do have super strength and super speed. We also have abnormally fast healing powers. If we have a paper cut, instead of taking maybe two weeks to heal, it can heal overnight.
You think that’s cool, don’t you? Well, that’s not all. We also can read minds, become invisible at will, use mind control on people, and see the future. Now that’s what I call cool!
Anyway, my “crew” members are: Justin, fifteen years old (although I’m older than him by a few months). He is co-leader. I’m the leader. We usually consult each other if we need advice on something. Carey, fourteen years old. He is the smartest of us all, so I’m kind of surprised that he’s not the leader. Jessea (that’s pronounced as Jesse, she just wanted to be different, go figure.), fourteen years old. She’s the most peppiest kind I know. She gives us hope when we don’t believe we’re going to make it, which, face it, in the end, we always win. Kendra, nine years old. She has an ability that none of us have: She’s able to trick people by appearing to be somewhere, but actually being somewhere else. This is helpful to us, but very helpful to her if she’s in trouble. With me, that is. Kevin, seven years old. He is really, extremely shy, but let me tell you, he can sure kick butt!
So, there you go. My own personal “flock”.
Any who, about my pain.
We’re were fighting a bunch of T.Y.R.A.N.T.S. (and yes, that does stand for something, but we don’t know what exactly.), and I was fighting with the leader Yuri. As usual, I was beating this guy to pieces, when I got distracted by a scream. As soon as I turned around, I regretted it. Yuri kicked me in the stomach so hard, that I actually heard my breath get knocked out of me. Before I could gather myself back, I felt a big punch in my back. I fell to the ground, and hard, very hard. I felt like all my bones had been broken to pieces. This robotic baddie (literally, laughing out loud. Do you get it? Fine, guess not) got me, and I was bleeding. Yeah, believe it or not, we bleed. Real red blood. Hemoglobin and everything. Everything that’s in blood, anyhow.
Justin was off fighting two at a time, and I was wondering how he did it. And don’t be sexist and say, “It’s cause he’s a guy”, because that’s not necessarily true. I’ve been known to fight four at once, while he can only fight three. But I think these tyrants (I’m saving my self the effort here, it’s a pain in the you-know-where to be so specific) are more difficult and much stronger. The last time we fought these things, it took me exactly one minute to take five of them down. It took double for Justin. Maybe the ones he was fighting now were weaker than the one I’m fighting. Maybe it’s because this guy is the leader and he gets more training. I don’t know, whatever it is, this Yuri guy is really tough.
So here I am, trying to tell you my story. My wonderful adventurous life. And I emphasize the word adventurous. Because that’s what it is. Adventurous doesn’t even come close to describing it, but it’s the best I can do.
Pain is like going to sleep every night to me. A routine. Everyday I drag myself out of bed, go out there, and fight till I’m all banged up. I look like I’ve been through a war, which technically, I have been. Then I go to bed, sleep, wake up, and start all over again. While most of you go to school, go home and do homework (at least, some of you do), play video games, do chores, travel and have fun, my cluster and I (I’ve always wanted to say that) fight tooth and nail. So you guys better pray and thank God you’re not one of us.
All I can say is, you lucky dogs, you!





Chapter 2

HawaiixChic
Hey Claire! I was wondering if maybe you guys could help me with something. My friend needs a bf and she’s really pretty. Here’s a picture of her [picture here]
Do you think that Justin would be interested?

Dear HawaiixChic
Sorry, but Justin isn’t looking for a girlfriend right now. We’re too busy trying to save the world. But he appreciates you asking!

Justin shot me a dirty look over the screen.
“I never said I appreciated her asking.” he told me, in a scolding tone.
“It’s good to be polite. It’s better saying that than saying, ‘he thinks you’re friend is uglier than a bulldog.”
He shrugged in agreement. Or at least, I think it was agreement. With him, I can never be sure.

CaseraPanterra53
Yo C, wassup? Do you and your hot self wanna go out with me?
What’s up with these people? Do they not get that we are busy and we aren’t interested?

Dear CaseraPanterra53
How many times do I have to tell you guys? We’re not interested! Anyone else that’s ready to ask one of us out, you’d better READ THIS FIRST!!! We do NOT want to go out with any of you. WE ARE TOO BUSY!

xXxkissesxXxandxXxhugsxXx
hI cLaIrE! jUsT wAnTeD tO lEt YoU kNoW tHaT i LiKe WhAt YoU’rE dOiNg FoR tHe EaRtH!!!!!!! lOvE aNd HuGs, xXxkissesxXxandxXxhugsxXx

Dear xXxkissesxXxandxXxhugsxXx
Thank you! At least someone appreciates us!

Unicornsandfairywings123
have carey call me (123) 555-3278 thx!

Dear Unicornsandfairywings123
OK, I’m not sure if you got it. I said WE ARE BUSY AND WE DON’T WANT TO GO OUT WITH ANYONE, AND THAT INCLUDES CAREY!

iPodluvr98
Hey Claire. I’m a nice guy, and I really think you’re hot. I think you saving the world is hot. Those super powers are hot 2. U rlly r the cause of global warming cuz ur temperature is through the roof!

Dear iPodluvr98
Thanks for the compliments, but if you’re trying to flatter me to go out with you, then you’re nuts.

emokid
That’s nice what you’re doing, but, can’t you do something useful, like hurting yourselves?

Dear emokid
Why would we want to become emo? I’m sorry but what we do is useful, more than cutting ourselves would be.

Justin snorted behind me.
“That’s nice. Why don’t we go on and take his advice?”
I quickly turned around.
“It could be a girl you know? I personally don’t think guys are the only emo people that exist. Besides, there is no need to be rude to this guy.” Even if the guy does seem like an oddball. I silently added to myself.