My name is Fang. This is my...diary. And if you tell anyone I have a diary, I will cheerfully rip your head off. Men are not supposed to have diaries. It's like, against man law. So, if you want your head, shut your mouth.
Thank you.
You are just reading my first entry of how I'm planning on getting Max. See, she doesn't know I love her, let alone like her in that way at all. So, I have to find a way to tell her so she won't run away.
Which is why this diary exists. So I can plan things out and get all of my feelings straight.
We are currently living with Dr. M. All Erasers, M-Geeks, Flyboys, and Whitecoats have been defeated. Itex is destroyed, and we are safe.
It's the summer, so Ella stays home. We all have our own room. The house is huge. My room is in between Iggy's and Gazzy's. Across the hall, Max's room is in between Angel's and Nudge's. Ella's bedroom is downstairs, next to Dr. M's room. There are 2 bathroom's on each floor. So four bathrooms in all.
So, now we move on to my life.
I walked down the hall and down the stairs. I was starving for breakfast.
I went into the kitchen, only to find...
"MAX! What are you doing?" I asked. She looked at me, then the toast she burned, then the toaster that was now black.
It used to be white.
"I...uh...well...um. I was hungry, and nobody was awake." she said in an innocent voice. Ah, her sweet, innocent voice...
Sorry, lost track. Where were we? Oh, yes. Max broke the toaster.
"Max, you aren't allowed to cook, you know that." I said, grabbing a rag so I didn't burn myself when I picked up the toaster. "Well, my stomach was growling so loud, I bet all of Florida could hear it." she said.
"Max, Florida is nowhere near Arizona." I told her. "My point exactly." she said, throwing away the toast. I shook my head. "Max, Max, Max, never listens. Just stay away from all things that involve cooking. Like, have cereal or something." I told her. "Whatever." she said, grabbing a bowl. "What happened?" Iggy asked, coming in with Dr. M and Angel. "Max tried to cook toast." I said. "Max, you tried to make pancakes last week." Iggy said.
"Well, those were a little more hard to make." Max defended. "Honey, they were microwavable." Dr. M said. Max rolled her eyes and poured her cereal. Her light brown hair was knotted at the ends from sleep. The blond streaks were beginning to fade away.
I watched her splash milk into the bowl, and get a spoon. She stopped, and turned to me. "Is there a reason your staring at me?" she asked. I shrugged. "You just can't cook." I said. She grunted and walked to the table with her bowl.
Gazzy and Nudge walked down, yawning. Gazzy went right to the pantry and Nudge skipped to the bathroom. A minute later she came out with her hair not so messy. And in a ponytail. "Well, I'm going to make something actually eatable." Iggy said. "Hey, watch what you say. You can cook, but I know some serious kicks." she said with a warning tone.
I went to my room and dressed in a black t-shirt and black pants. I shook my head, messing up my hair, and went back down.
"OMG! I totally agree! We could go to like Hollywood. We would live in Hollywood! It would be so cool. We could meet famous people. Oh! I want to meet the Jonas Brothers! Ella, you said you like Zac Efron? We could so meet him, too!" Nudge said when I walked into the living room.
"Wh-" I started.
"Ella asked Nudge what it would be like if they were famous." Max said in my ear, sending chills down my spine. I blinked.
"Oh, well...okay." I said, getting something to eat.
There was the first chapter! Review everyone!