Roses are polka-dotted and blue,
Violets are red and striped.
This poem dosn't make any sense,
And neither does the fact that I don't own Maximum Ride
There was one fact about you that made you unique. You knew you were different, but you also knew that there were others like you.
The fact was:
YOU
HAD
WINGS.
A few years ago (5 years to be exact), you had escaped from The School. The School was a house of horrors that were real. The white coats made you run through mazes while getting electrocuted. The memories were haunting.
. . .
(Memory)
"Get up you filthy mutant" A Whitecoat screamed into your ear.
Grudgingly, you crawled out of you small cage that they kept you in. He dragged you into a large, white room and put a shock collar on you neck. He clicked a button on a panel and a sharp pain that made you gasp ran through your neck.
As he pushed another button on the panel, five erasers flooded into the room. Last time you did this, you had battled ten but won. They had punished you by starving you for a week. You prepared yourself for the battle ahead.
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Fanfiction(ON HOLD) PLEASE DON'T READ, IT IS TRASH. I WROTE IT WHEN I WAS 12. There was one fact about you that made you unique. You knew you were different, but you also knew that there were others like you. The fact was: YOU HAD WINGS This is your...
