A/N: Hey! See, people? I'm back! A story for a story... I ended one, and I began a new one! See? I'm not a bad person.
Iggy: Disclaimer: Aya has no right to own Maximum Ride. So, you can stop bugging her about it.
Me: Thank you, Iggy. Here's a piece of bacon.
Iggy: Only one? OK, then. Fine. I'm just gonna save it. (nibbles the bacon then walks away)
Max: Poor Ig... Got any more of those?
Me: Heck yeah!
Chapter 1 Fang POV
"Why, Angel? Why?" I pretended that Angel was standing right in front of me. I desperately want to scold her at the top of my lungs. I really want to slap her over and over again. I insanely want to pound her butt until it swells.
God! Why would she do this? She's usually sweet and cute and adorable. Since when have she done this? When?
I will never get the answers. It would be just a miracle if the answers start falling to my arms. Since I don't believe in miracles, that would never happen. I started my silence-calming treatment. Works everytime. I hope it would work now.
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I was interrupted by a knock in the door. I buried my face on my hands and yelled, "Open!"
The wooden door swung open, and Angel emerged. "Fang!" Her voice was all sweet and cute and adorable and "innocent." Who was she kidding?
I twined my fingers and rested my chin on top of them. I looked at her with my Don't-even-try-to-pull-that-act-on-me face. Her pretty face fell. "I'm sorry!" She plopped herself on one of the plush chairs placed in front of my desk.
"Why?" I asked, since I'm not much of a talker. More like a listener. Anger and irritation was surging in my veins.
"It's just," she sniffed. The fake tears. Wow. "I-I-I just felt like it. May said it was going to be fun, so I went with her! Then, they came! They attacked our place, declared that our spot was theirs and that we suck! They suck! They don't even know how to make edible and decent chocolate-chip cookies! I'm sorry! It was self-defense! They destroyed our place, so I..." Her now-sad voice trailed off.
"Fought back," I finished for her. I rubbed my forehead because it was throbbing and hot. "You shouldn't have done it." I sighed.
"I'm sorry! I promise, I won't do it again! I promise!" Advice: Don't make her promise anything. She doesn't keep them.
I nodded and told her to stay in her room. Translation: You're grounded for two weeks. Two weeks for her is only six days. In this family, two weeks equals to six days.
She went, sulking and sniffing at the same time.
I have got to find her some kind of a maid or nanny somehow. She's getting out of control.
The wonders of post-childhood. Or what doctors call it, puberty.
It's getting on my nerves. If I don't solve this problem, she'll only get worse.
I've experience puberty, teenagers have. But she's only ten! Ten!
I angrily took out a piece of paper and scribbled,
Ari,
Encode the attached paper and print one hundred copies. After that, post the copies all over town. Now.
Ari is my assistant. Though only sixteen and very mysterious because he doesn't talk about his family at all (not that I want to know), he works for me full-time. Not all the time because I only need two or three times a week. He's kinda a butler-slash-secretary-slash-assistant. Rolled into one.
Basically, the attached paper talks about hiring a nanny/maid.
One problem.
Hundreds, probably thousands, will apply for the job. That, I'm really sure.
Please bring me the right woman for the job.
A/N: So, thumbs up? Down? RnR?