If you've read Fang, read this. If not? I don't advise it... This is a sad story about Fang.
My wings struggle in the storm. The wind is wipping my face, making it sting with its speed. The rain pelts me and I can't fly anymore. I'm high. No way can I survive this fall. But I can't help it. The storm is dragging me down. The lightning strikes and I'm about hit by a bolt. I heard the thunder. It's rattling my ear drums. I take a breath and begin to plummet. I know it's not liek me to give in so easily but... what did I have anymore?
Angel was so different. I loved that little squirt. She was so innocent. But I have no idea what happened. She's not the Angel I once knew. The one I want back.
Nudge was a blabber mouth. But she was so great and helpful. I don't know where anyone in the flock would have been without that little girl and her constant talking. She cheered us up at times.
Iggy.. Gotta love him. He can't see what's right in front of him and he runs right into it (unless, of course, it's white.) He cracked me up a few times and seemed like our eyes in a weird metephoric way.
Gazzy the gross stink bug. God, I hated having to stay in the same room with him for longer than five minutes. It was never his personality. He was an awesome kid. But he was disgusting.
I wish the end would come sooner. I wish I could hit some hard surface and die.
Max.
I would have done anything for her. That's why I'm sort of alone right now. She was everything to me. No matter how many girls showed up in front of me, I always loved her. I hated imagining her face right now or when she found my letter. Her pretty face turning red. Tears falling from her eyes. What she might have said...
I hope she doesn't blame me...
I force my eyes open through the wind and see an end. The ground. As welcome as always to take in a dead bird kid.
I don't know what Mr. Patterson has in store later on but I just wanted to write this.