The Wild Things by Dave Eggers Page B

Her voice was shrill, corkscrewed.
    "No, you're doing things!" he countered, sounding meeker than he'd intended. To offset this sign of weakness he thrashed around in her grip. He kicked and squirmed and in the process, he knocked everything off the bench -- the change, the mail, and his delicate blue bird, the one he'd made in art class. It broke and like quail the pieces darted to every corner of the foyer.
    This gave them both pause.
    They stared at the broken bird.
    "See that? You're out of control!" she said. "There's no way you're eating dinner with us. Animal."
    Now, because he was angry at breaking his bird, and angry at having Gary in the house, and angry at having to eat pate and frozen corn and angry about having a witch for a sister, he growled and squirmed and -- the idea flooded him so quickly he couldn't resist -- leaned down and bit his mom's arm as hard as he could.
    She screamed and dropped him to the floor. She stepped back, still holding her arm. She wailed like a beast, her eyes alive with fear and fury.
    Max had never bitten her before. He was scared. His mom was scared. They saw each other anew.
    Max turned to see Gary entering the foyer. He was clearly unsure what he was supposed to do.
    "Connie, are you okay?" he asked.
    "He bit me!" she hissed.
    Gary's eyes bulged. He had no idea what to do or say. The sheer number of things happening was overwhelming him. He opened his mouth and did the best he could: "You can't let him treat you that way!" he said.
    Max's mom gave him a bewildered look.
    "What are you talking about? This is about me ? What do you want me to do?"
    "Something! Something needs to be done!" Gary said, taking a few quick strides toward Max.
    " He's not allowed to talk here!" Max yelled, pointing to the frog-eyed man.
    Claire stormed into the hall at that second, and seeing Claire and Gary and his mom, everyone looking at him like he was the problem -- it sent Max tumbling over the edge. He screamed as loud as he could -- a sound between a howl and a battle cry.
    "Why are you doing this to me?" his mom wailed. "This house is chaos with you in it!"
    That was it. Max did not have to stand for this, any of this, all of this. He threw open the door and leapt down the porch and into the night.

CHAPTER XII
    The air! The moon!
    Both opened to him immediately. He felt pulled as if by an outgoing tide. The air and moon together sang a furious and wonderful song: Come with us, wolf-boy! Let us drink the blood of the earth and gargle it with great aplomb! Max tore down the street, feeling free, knowing he was part of the wind. Come, Max! Come to the water and see! No one could tell that he was crying -- he was running too fast. He left the yard and took to the street.
    "Max!"
    Stupid Gary was following him, trying to run, huffing mightily. Max ran faster, almost flying, his hands grabbing at the air as he passed all the homes being rebuilt from scratch, the mess of them all. When he looked over his shoulder, he saw that Gary was losing ground. A moment later, the freckled little man had pulled up lame -- he was doubled over, holding his leg. Max kept running, and though his face was wet with tears, he grinned maniacally. He had won. He ran to the cul-de-sac, where the road ended and the trees began.
    Max was free of home and mother and Gary and Claire, he had outwitted and outrun them all, but he was not ready to rest. He ran to his lean-to, and sat inside for a few seconds, but was too alive to sit still. He got up and howled. Something about the wind and the configuration of the trees and outcroppings gave his voice more volume; his howl twisted and multiplied in the sky in the most satisfying way. He howled more.
    He grabbed the biggest stick he could find and commenced hitting everything he could with it. He swung it around, he stabbed trees and rocks, he whacked branches and relieved them of their snowy burden.
    This, he thought, was the only way he wanted to live. He would live from now on