Disclaimer:
I don't own Maximum Ride. How many times do I have to say this?
And I do not own the idea of making a story about a flock member's diary. I give all credit to Phoenix Fanatic. Diary Of A Lovesick Mutant is the best story.
Though it's only a diary for this part.
Oh and Katherine, random1ness, helped me with this.
March 15, 2010
I am Gazzy. And I am Iggy.
We have done the best prank EVER. Why is that diary? Hee-hee you write in a diary. Shut up Iggy you're writing too. But you're writing for me. Touché.
Now…back on subject. Fang, just right after Total's wedding, got a major headache for some reason. The silent type just can't handle the loud…ness…uh…can they? Emo.
So he went back to the house and left a note for everyone. Which we promptly burned and replaced it. But…
This requires a flashback.
Fine.
6:56, Total's Reception
Fang, Iggy, and I were hanging out with Max at a fancy table.
All it had was a tablecloth and a cheap plastic vase with wildflowers in it on top.
Shut up, Iggy.
We had been discussing about YouTube: Ray William Johnson versus Ryan Higa versus Shane Dawson…versus that loser Fred…
HE'S NOT A LOSER, HE ROCKS!
Whatever makes you happy. I meant…not like that…pervert.
What are you talking about?
Never mind. Back on subject.
"…and that proves that Ray William Johnson is better," Iggy said.
"NO! Cleary Shane Dawson is." Max said.
"Max…I'm with Iggy. Ray is way better. But Nigahiga on the other hand…" Fang replied. Max slapped him.
We laughed. I whispered, "I still like Fred…"
Fang sighed, "I have a headache. I'm going home."
"Sure." I said. "Whatever."
He got up and walked away, looking all depressed.
That's not what happened!
What?
He totally got up and was singing Miley Cyrus and skipping and…
You have a sick mind, Iggy.
Why thank you.
"Hey…I'm going to the restroom," Iggy said. He mouthed to me, follow Fang.
"Okay." I just looked back at Max.
Awkward silence.
"Yeah…I'm gonna go with Iggy…" I said. I got up and ran out the building.
Can I direct the story yet?
No Iggy. You'll make it rated "R" and involve nude people…
Nuh-uh! I was gonna…yeah…
Thought so.
When we made it home, Fang wasn't there. All we found was some note which we set on fire instead of reading it.
Though I think we should've…
We opened the laptop and found Fang's file. We clicked on it.
"Hey!" I said.
"What?" Iggy eagerly leaned to the screen. "Wait I can't see it…"
"Fail." I pointed to a folder, though he couldn't see it. "This one says: Letter just incase I have to leave for no reason randomly!"
"Like some douche?"
"Yes, yes indeed." I opened the file, and read some of it. "Man this is really sappy…"
"We should print it! And laugh at Fang together…as a true family."
"What if they take it seriously…?" I hesitated.
"Doesn't matter." He paused. "Then we must film their reaction and post it on YouTube."
That didn't work out well…
Nah…It worked out perfectly.
I have no dignity. Whatever was left of it was taken away from me in this story. I have reduced myself to pretend that I am a nine-year-old mutant bird kid with digestion problems and his perverted blind buddy. No pride, no justice, no liberty…I wanna slap Fang…listen to Shakira…
Okay you can no stop reading my babbling and review. NOW.