Hi there everyone! This is my first fanfic! BOLD ITALICS The flocks thoughts. Plain old ITALICS = Angel's thoughts.
Sorry if it's short. Thanks for reading! I hope this story gets better with time. (It better.) :) - Snow Writer
Also, try to guess who's thinking what!
If I add Max's alarm clock to this wiring it might work as a...
Hahaha! That was so funny! Max yelled at Iggy so loud after he broke into her room! Next time I should get him to let me help…
That lady is screaming so loud! SUCH a bridezilla…
Max is acting strange. Maybe I should talk to her…
I CANNOT BELIVE THAT IGGY BROKE INTO MY ROOM. DOESN'T HE KNOW I'LL KILL HIM IF HE DOES STUFF LIKE THAT? IF THIS...
Angel shook her head. Always so busy, she mused
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"What's she thinking, now?" Nudge stage whispered, her black hair falling out of its usual ponytail. She really should be quiter, seeing as how Max was just two rooms away from them but she was sure that Max was too involved in whatever she thinking about to notice.
Boy, did this shower cost a lot! Really- "Ugh. There's this really sharp pain when I listen to her." Angel winced holding her head.
"Don't push yourself. We can find another way," Fang said leaning against the hall wall.
"No, it's alright. I think I'll try one more time."
Ronnie, sure smells! I guess scraping off the grease from the stove does that to ya.
"She's talking about this guy named... Ronnie? Scrapes grease off a stove?"
"But no word on what she was thinking about a second ago?"
"No."
Fang stood up and rested his head in his hands.
I know, I know. "Hall"? "Wall"? But I couldn't help it. They just rhyme!
Then IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII means flashforward or whatever the opposite of flashback is. It kinda looks like fence, though, huh?
I'll try to update soon!