This is my second Fanfiction. I don't own anything.

I got out of bed, hearing Gazzy and Max talking. Probably about food, a common topic in this household. I opened my eyes, looking around the room, memorizing every detail. If you ever go blind, then get your sight back, you'll never take it for granted again. Yeah, if you haven't guessed it by now, it's Iggy. When we left the School, assuming you know all about the whole stolen/tortured/escaped thing, my sight flickered on and off. A couple hours, days. After awhile, it got better. I would be able to see for about 2-4 weeks, then I wouldn't for a few days. About a year ago, my sight turned back on and stayed that way. Trust me, being able to see ... is just something you never want to lose. Enough with the rambling, I've gotta cook breakfast before Max burns our last pan.

When I walked downstairs, Fang was right behind Max, who was searching pointlessly in the fridge for something she could cook. Puh-lease. That girl can't even heat up spaghetti-os. Seriously, she can't. When she tried . . . lets just say that microwave will never see the light of day she froze. Spinning around she yelled, "Will you quit doing that?" They were so close that not even Angel's hand could fit in-between them. It pissed me off. If they were gonna be so lovey-dovey, couldn't they at least get a room? "Quit what, breathing?" He probably would if Max told him to. 'Cause he just loves her so much. God, Fang was such a badass. I was goofy and an excellent smartelic, if I do say so myself, but I could never be like that. Wait, were did that come from? I shook my head to clear my thoughts, "I'll make eggs." I said, going through them to separate them ... and piss them off. What can I say, I'm Iggy. We all sat at the table. Nudge rambled, Max leadererd, I taught Gazzy more about bombs, Angel sat on Fang's lap, telling him all about little girl things, Fang thought his Emo thoughts; your average day. Then Gazzy let one rip. Gag. Let me tell you, there's a reason he's called The Gasman. "Gas-mask!" I said, pretending to choke. Angel hopped up, running outside with a girly, "Ewwww!" Fang picked up their plates. "I'm done." "Sorry" Gazzy said with a grin, not looking the least bit sorry. For once, Nudge didn't say anything, holding her hand over her mouth with the universal 'gross' expression. Max just rolled her eyes. Angel skipped back over, looking more like an angel than any angel a so-called God could create. I think his name is Jasus . . . we aren't very religious. Me, personally? If there is a God' he obviously doesn't give a shit about me, so I don't give a shit about him, either. So there, a little Iggy hate for you. "Can we go pick strawberries, Max? There probably ready now!" Angel was Max's baby, not in a blood-relative way- she's only 14 people, and we all knew it. "Of course." she said. "I'll go too. Angel!" Gazzy said, puffing his chest out. "Me, too." I said. Fang just nodded, coming in to the room. We all looked at Nudge. "Yeah," she said just as Gazzy farted again, " I think we could all use the fresh air."

There we were, picking strawberries. "You know, if you make shortcake, then I'll -" "Yeah, that'll be the day, when Max makes a cake. I'll make it Angel." Gazzy said this, but he used my voice. You see, we all have powers. One of Gazzy's is mimicking. Max spun around, her trademark 'I'm so pissed' expression. "Oh, yeah? I may not be able to cook, but I can still kick your skinny white ass into next week!" I held my hands up shaking my head, trying not to laugh. Even Fang, Mr. Emotionless as shit, was chuckling. "Was that you?" she screamed, looking at Gazzy, who had a mysteriously mischievous expression. We all laughed. Then, to ruin our picture perfect moment, Angel screamed. Erasers.

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