Maximous Extremous
When most authors start their stories, especially sequels, they go and tell you about what happened in the last few books. But I'm not going to. If you're to thick to realize that this is clearly the fourth book of a, hopefully, long series then you shouldn't be reading in the first place. Go and get the first three and then read this.
We were driving down a double lane, very empty highway in England, some where in the general area of London. The boys had wanted to come to Europe and I wanted to go and find Ari's body. I wanted to give it a proper funeral. I know that's kind of stupid, but out of all my family, that I had found recently, Ari was the one that I was closest to. And in my life, you know having wings and all, made it hard to be close to anyone other than my flock. Ari had wings and had been and Eraser so when he joined us I felt like I had been able to relate to him. And now he was dead. All because those creepy white coats had decided to 'retire' him.
Fang and the guys are driving right beside me in their Mini Convertible. It was midnight black stripes. Me, I had a Mini too but mine was navy blue with no stripes. I know that its not amazing but we were trying to keep a low cover. Angel, Nudge and Total were driving with me.
Now you're probably wondering, how in heavens name we got a hold of two cars. Well right before we left Jeb my (get this) dad gave me a credit card. He told me that it was untraceable and that it was connected directly to Itex's bank account. So we splurged. At first I hadn't believed Jeb about the untraceable thing. But we hadn't seen head or tail of an Eraser or Flyboy in a long time so we felt safe enough to buy two cars. We also bought NOS, and Ipods, and Blackberry's and clothes and cute shoes.
It was two weeks into July so I was now 15, as was Iggy and Fang. We had all had our birthdays since I last wrote to you. So Nudge was now 12, Gazzy was 9 and Angel was 7.
Now that your all caught up lets get back to the now.
I was really creeped out. The last time that I had been here it had been warm and sunny. And that was January maybe even Febuary-ish. Now it's cold and foggy and depressing. I was way freaked. And we can't blame this on global warming, can we?
But beside the really, really, really creepy weather all was well. We were all healthy and happy. I had taught Nudge how to drive and Fang, much to Iggy's disgust, had taught Gazzy.
I was hoping to have a nice and peaceful road trip, but you know us. We just can't seem to stay out of trouble.