Okay. This is my 2nd Fanfic. AND I LOVE REVIEWS FROM YOU! Tell me what you think of the story idea or the chapter (i know its hard to say something about the chapter especially when it's the first one so NO PRESSURE!)

So read on about The Mutant Diaries.

Dear Diary (scratch that). Dear Journal,

I can't believe I'm doing this. The flock (Fang) thinks I have anger management problems or something like that, so they're (he's) making me write in this stupid journal.

Here's how it happened.

The flock and I were in Wal-Mart getting supplies we needed. So, once we had gotten all of the stuff we wanted, we checked out (like most normal people do). The cashier guy handed me the receipt. On the bottom of the receipt, it read:

Do you wanna go out? Here's my number, 262-497-4600.

So, I spun on my heel and did stuff to him. Let's just say he won't be doing some certain things for a while. We ran out of the store and took off before the cops showed up. Fang shot me a look. I handed him the receipt.

"You overreact way too much," Fang mumbled.

"Do not," I snapped.

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not," I yelled and punched him in the arm.

Fang replied, "This is what I mean. You just overreacted."

I shrugged, "So, what are you going to do about it?"

He showed me. Now, I have to write in this stupid journal every night. Whatever. Nudge went all blabbedy-blab today about writing in journals, me getting a journal, her wanting to get one, and on and on. Pure torture let me tell you. I wonder how she gets all those words out in one breath. I guess there are just some things the world will never know.

I'm extremely absolutely pissed off at Fang right now. He's such an idiot. If the flock thought I had anger problems, they would've told me a long time ago. Am I right? But, then again, they went along with it when Fang bought this journal for me. Those little boogers.

Well, anyways, I'm extremely bored right now so, don't be surprised if some really random things are written down. And, I say ahead of time, if I ramble on and on and sound like Nudge, please forgive me. I do not wish to make you suffer the wrath of the Nudge channel. I really, really don't want you to experience it.

I think there's something up with Angel. For instance, today she didn't say like anything. It looked like she was concentrating really hard on something. I'll find out eventually. I always do anyways, don't I?

And don't get me started on Total. He's always complaining and whining about leaving Akila behind, eating food, and going to the bathroom. Gosh, we all have (some of) those concerns, but you don't see me complaining. Let me point out again, whose fault was it (and still is) that we have to bring along a talking, flying dog? If you guessed Fang, you'd be right. I don't know how I lived all these years of my life dealing with him. I'm a miracle worker; I know.

Enough with the flattery, and let me tell you about Gazzy. Today he ate, slept, and farted. Anything new? Nope!

Iggy's being really quiet too. For instance, he's avoiding all of us. It's driving me crazy! I can't stand seeing my flock in discomfort. It makes me uncomfortable. All he does is nod, look in Nudge's general direction when she's speaking, and eat and sleep. Stupid teenagers! Then again, I am one. So, um, forget I said that, wrote that, whatever! My watch is done, and it's my turn to sleep. So, I guess I'll continue writing tomorrow.

Hey, it's Fang's watch now. Maybe I should kick him (hard) in the side to wake him up. Possibilities, possibilities. Maybe this journal thing ain't such bad thing after all.

If you are disinterested in this story and don't want to find out what Max writes about the next day, TELL ME! And if you don't like this story, check out my other one, Veritas Xi: No Second Chances. It's impossible not to fall in love with that story guaranteed.

My last words are R&R ppls!!

-thunderspark12