EIGHT –YEAR- OLD SENSE OF HUMOR: UFO!

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------------------------------------GAZZY POV-------------------------------------------------------

"OH may gosh!" I said crookedly "A UFO!" I pointed at thin air and looked around. Max got that pained look on her face that meant she was struggling to hold on to her temper. Hey, what else was I going to do? It was a long flight and annoying Max was fun.

"That was funny the first fifty times, Gazzy." She said with forced calm "Its getting old."

I cackled, because it was funny. But I was rudely interrupted by Nudge. The thirteen year old with a motor mouth and fashion sense. All the tools it took to scare boys like me. She was the talking terror. Not able to dress within a half and hour.

"Max? how long till we reach D.C?" she asked.

"Another hour, hour and a half?" Max guessed.

I sighed, then tuned out, heading toward Iggy as Fang slid closer to Max. As much I would like to eavesdrop, I needed to talk to Iggy about a certain stink bomb and Max always noticed we were talking unless she was distracted. And Fang was a big distraction. Apparently they wanted to kiss eachother. I wrinkled my nose. Ewww.

'Real mature Gazzy.' Angel said in my mind.

"Real mature, real mature, real mature." I mimicked in Angels voice. "How am I immature?" I asked in my voice.

I let one loose then laughed at her expression. "I rest my case." She said primly, then flew away.

I looked back at Max. her face said the sentence that we had all been thinking about, but hadn't said "You killed your own brother!"

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