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Hello! I decided to get my ass off the couch to wiggle my wiggly limbs up the stairs to get my laptop and wiggle them back down again to my couch and wiggle while I type. For those of you who read Max's Diary, you know that this is my ELA project. OK, so tell me if there are spelling mistakes, if i go ooc or typos or grammar mistakes. Okay? Okay. R&R :3
-Rawr
Disclaimer: really? if i was JP, would i be doing and ELA project on my own book? And the last time i checked, JP isn't a middle school gurly. Or goth. Or have beuatiful cat ears. \(|_|)/ come on ppl. Also, i do not own BlogSpot(yes, there is an actually blog on by JP himself. It's called Fly On. Or, look up Fang's Blog on Google.) I do not own that blog either! Do I look like JP to you?
Let me stop blabbering... =^._.^=
Yo, May 10, 2009
This was not my idea. Nope. I am not a girl so I will not write that "Dear Diary" BS that girls write, but I doubt Max would either. Yes, Max (short for Maximum Ride) is a girl. One stupid reporter once asked her if she was a transvestite because of her name. Then she knocked the stuffing out of him.
For those of you who don't follow my blog on BlogSpot, my name's Fang. I got black hair and wear black 24/7. Max says my eyes look black. Anyway, I don't talk much. My wings (I said wings) are black. I am fifteen years old and so are Max and Iggy.
I live with the Flock, which contains Max, Iggy, Nudge, the Gasman (Gazzy), Angel and Total. We all have special talents. Max can fly three hundred miles-per-hour and has a Voice in her head. Gazzy can mimic any voice or sound with one hundred percent accuracy, fart mushroom clouds that are so smelly that they will knock you out and he can make a bomb out of anything. Nudge can talk one hundred miles per hour (not a power but might cause brain damage to another person), hack into any computer, attract metal at will and can 'feel' past emotions. Angel can read and control minds, talks to fish, breaths under water and can predict the future. Iggy is blind but has enhanced senses, can feel colors, see in white rooms, and can make a bomb out of anything, just like Gazzy can. As for me, I can turn invisible by blending into the shadows. Total is just your average flying mutant Scottish terrier that just so happens to talk.
Today we were in an air show. I wouldn't have agreed to this if it wasn't for Max's mom, Dr. Martinez who is part a group who we are doing the air show for. The other thing is, they also pay us in donuts. The air show is for a group called CSM or Coalition to Stop the Madness. CSM is an organization that tells people about pollution, greenhouse gases and dependence on foreign oil.
So we were flying around doing the program, Gazzy was fooling around and Total was struggling to keep up with us when Angel stopped and bumped into Max.
Max gave her a "what are you doing look". Angel told her something with a concerned look on her face. Max ruffled her hair. Just then, a bullet whizzed by her head. Told her this stupid air show wasn't safe. Remind me to tell her that. Thank god we have a six (or maybe seven) year old I-can-predict-the-future-and-read-your-mind girl. I scanned the perimeter for our shooter or, group of shooters. Just then, I spotted him. Just one person this time? We usually get a whole lot more people (or things) targeting us.
I flew over to where Max was holding Total. I heard some yelling from Total along the lines of "I had a good life. Tell blah-blah I love her. If I lived longer I would have wanted to become an actor, blah, blah, blah." Then I heard Max mumble something and saw Total stumble out of her arms. Guess he wasn't dead after all. When I came over, I gave Max the "what-the-heck-just-happened-look". I looked at her face. She was blushing and looking at me. Her chocolate brown eyes were full of emotion and her dirty blonde hair was shining in the sunlight. Five seconds later, it went away and she turned back to her normal stone face and told me what happened. Turns out, when Angel knocked Max down, the bullet that went passed her head hit the tip of Total's tails and he thought he was dying. All it needed was a Band-Aid. I smirked. After she told me that, I pointed to where our shooter was. This was going to be easy. Max yelled for us to get into fighting formation. The crowd oohed and aahed. I scowled.
The shooter was in a window of some building, gun in hand. We flew in the direction I pointed to. As soon as we got within five feet from him, the guy shot himself and the window exploded. The Flock and I got cut up and bruised, but nothing serious. That guy must have been real dedicated to his job for him to kill himself instead of being caught. Or maybe he was a coward. Later I'm going to tell her that we can't do this anymore. I just hope she doesn't give me puppy eyes like Angel did to me when she wanted to keep Total.
Fly on,
Fang
"Hopefully that wasn't too bad, eh? Kinda short, though. I will probably reread this, think this is terrible, edit it and repost. But all creators are critical of there work, no? Probably. The only reason this isn't full of typos is because of the wonders of Microsoft Word. Again, R&R!"
Ya... thats what I said... and then... i read it... OH THE HORROR! \('o')/ The where soo many typos :( I mean, the was one sentence that i meant to type somewhere else...(how do u type a sentence in the totally wrong place?!) Anyways... its all fixed now! look for the next two entries! They will be uploaded before this sunday (December 2,2012)! Sorry i didn't edit sooner but i went to 1D World in Manhattan on sunday and soo much homework! Gbye! R&R and be jealous of me because i'm going back 2 meet 1D! XD Sooo happy! (uh-oh... im acting like a girly-girl...)
-Rawr =^._.^=