Please read max ride before reading. I always wonder what happened to the other girl with wings from their trip to n.y. so I wrote her story.

I look up, the stars seem so close. As I block out the light from a few I wonder if anyone notices me. I got lucky, if I didn’t have dark wing I don’t know when id fly. If I was ever spotted I could probably kiss my free and most likely living, life goodbye. Hello nice, cold, hard dog crate. No, not today. My name is Thorn and I am on a mission, I was freed by six bird kids like me. I am from New York in a place called "The Institute." At first I thought I could live on my own, I soon learned that it was hard and lonely. I yawned, it must be almost dawn. I land in a nearby cave. I may have the wings of a raven, but I have the sleeping pattern of an owl. I could change it, but it’s easier this way. I guess. I have. To start. again.tomor... [Snore]