Hi. This is my first story. This is a lame heading. And now, someone who is very angry about this. Meet my guest, Fang himself! *applause*
Fang: A diary! How lame can I get?
Me: Ahem. You didn't have to.
Although I wish I did, I don't on Max ride.
Fang: Good thing, otherwise we'll all have diaries.
Me: Okay, I'll change it at Max can read what you wrote about wanting to marry her…
Fang: NO! Just do the stupid chapter already!
Fang's Diary JOURNAL!
January 1st
Hey. It's Fang. The computer was crashed, and it was because Nudge crashed into it, not crashed, like, digitally. So I can't use Dr. M's because it has all this vet stuff on it. So I can't update my blog. So, Dr. M told me to start a diary. I refused publicly, and then wrote this one. In secret! So, Nudge was out shopping with Max, who, came home looking so pretty! Did I say that? Oops. Forget that. And Nudge came home and flopped on the sofa, and started moaning, and I finally had TV ? Because some modeling agency lady came and offered Nudge a job. Really. And then she saw her wings, freaked out, and fired her. Nudge is heartbroken. She isn't even talking! Uh- oh, Max alert, and she looks like she's about to throttle somebody. Be back later, I'm about to hide this.
-Fang
Sorry for the shortness.
Fang: Thank you for the short chapter!
Me: Nope, going to have a long, long chapter next time. And max shows Iggy, and Gazzy, and Nudge, and Angel, and Nudge will yammer on about it, and-
Fang: You little...!
Me: *grins evilly*. Please read this FanFic. Or else Fang will throttle you as much as he wants to throttle me...