Chapter One
Another day, gone by. Who knows how many more days we'll be safe from the school? Sure, we managed four years without any danger, two of those years without an adult to care for us. How many more days 'till we get discovered in our E-shaped house in Colorado? I stretched and yawned; probably time to officially wake up.
I opened every single cupboard in the kitchen, looking, searching for anything to eat. Where is the freaking food in this house? I huffed in frustration.
"Mornin' Max," Gazzy walked into the room half asleep.
"Morning Gazzy," I ruffled his hair.
"What's for breakfast?" Gazzy asked as I struggled for an answer, until I saw Iggy walk into the living room.
"Ask Iggy, he's cooking today," I smiled to myself, job done.
Iggy stood up, "What!?"
"You're cooking today," I gave him a look. Urgh, it's so frustrating that Iggy is blind, "I'm giving you a look, Iggy."
Wait, why is my neck tingling. I turned around slowly, knowing what'll be behind me. Fang.
"Fang! Don't. Do. That." I cried in frustration.
Fang smirked, "What, breathing?"
I stomped out of the room, "I'm going to wake up the girls."
"Okay," Fang called out behind me, probably smirking his face off.
I walked into the girls' room; Nudge and Angel share a room.
"Nudge, honey. Wakey, wakey." I shook Nudge's shoulder. I'll come back to her later.
I walked over to Angel's little cave full of toys. She had made a little haven of toys, surrounding her whenever she slept.
"Angel, wake up," I picked her up and put her on the ground.
She stood up and rubbed her eyes, "Morning Max." She ran off, probably to get some chow.
"Fang! Get your butt here now!" I called out; maybe he can help me wake Nudge up.
When I turned Fang was leaning on the door frame. Jeez, he has got to stop doing that.
"Need help?" He asked casually.
"No. I just called you up here for the hell of it," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
Fang smirked.
"Grab her legs and help me carry her downstairs," I said hooking my arms under Nudge's arms.
We managed to carry Nudge downstairs and we threw her on the couch.
"Ow," Nudge rubbed her head, "that hurt."
"Well, ya could've avoided that situation, if you got up when I told you to," I gave Nudge a look. She shrugged sheepishly.
"Okay, breakfast," I clap my hands to get everybody up.
Everyone pretty much dragged themselves to the dining table. I took my usual seat next to Fang; I waited 'till everyone else sat down. See, I can be the considerate one, waiting for everyone else to sit down before I filled my plate. And I mean fill myplate.
When we finished eating, Angel spoke up, "Max? Can we go in the fields today? We all want to play outside today."
"Sure sweetie," I said, er, sweetly.
Fang turned to me, "Yeah."
"Fang, you've always been a guy of many words," I said sarcastically.
"What? No sure sweetie," Fang mocked my sweet voice.
"No," I said coldly. Fang rolled his eyes.
