Evangeline: Love, Luck, Life; The Beginning

Okay, so I decided that I am going to post my Max Ride fic here, too, otherwise, people may never get to read it. lol. SO this will be juss like on fan fiction except..well, on a blog. The stories will be in the chap title, i.e. Sisters Grimm, or Evangeline, so if you don't want to read one of them , u can skip it. Kapeesh? Alrighty, then go! Read!
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Evangeline-Love Luck Life
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Summary: I am a mutant hybrid, and I am a fighter. I escaped the School, but not without my wings and some serious issues. My life was shattered when I was five, and taken from my parents, who are now dead, or so I've been told. I would like to say this is my story, but it's not. This isn't some stupid children's book. I wish it was a story, but no. This is my life.
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(The 1 and only) Disclaimer-
If I don't own it now, I won't a few chapters down the road. And I'm not James Patterson, so...Songs used are Show Me What I'm Looking For by Carolina Liar, and my own lyrics. It's a bit vague, but that'll sort itself out eventually, and I'm saying now, posts will be few and far between. Hope the shortness isn't unbearable.
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Be better, be smarter,
Go faster, go harder,
Your last hope to get out alive.
Run quicker, fight longer,
Scream louder, stand taller,
And maybe you just might survive.
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That Used To Be Me
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Sometimes, when you stop feeling, it's hard to start again. It hurts because the reason you stopped feeling in the first place, was because you were holding out on something; and that thing was pain. And when you start feeling again, the FIRST DAMN THING you feel is pain. Like a puppy running back to it's master, it's there, quick as a flash. Undeniable, inevitable.
Eventually, when you don't feel, you learn how to ignore the stares, shake off the glares, and give some of your own, and you begin to pride yourself on that fact. But it's nothing to be proud of, because it only proves that you successfully pushed away what matters.
No, everything is not dull and gray and lifeless when you don't feel. Though things may seem to lack a certain quality, they retain their color, because of course, you're not in the middle of some silent movie. No, you're in the middle of life. Mess with it the wrong way, and it kills you.
Big bad karma, like the monster under your bed. Never seen, but always amplifying the fear of the unknown. I am part of the unknown. There are people who fear me, people who say I don't even exist; that I'm an impossibility, improbability. The real live Bogey-Man.
Grace and strength, stealth and fall, become your only companions, until you become so cold, even those are gone, and the only thing that's left in a blur of surrounding forces finally falls: you. That used to be me. My everyday, average, honest to God, existence. My name is Evangeline Rose, and that used to be my life, until I met the one person who finally made me feel again.
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Save me, I'm lost,
Oh Lord, I've been waiting for you,
I'll pay any cost,
To save me from being confused.
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please, review. Feedback and acourse criticism is welcomed. LOL!
~Grimm