this is in response to katie-3llen's challenge
I walked through the house to the living room. I sat down and watched Iggy execute a perfect flop onto the couch. Jeb was making breakfast. Gasman was at the table, waiting for food. Angel was sleeping in her room. Nudge was talking to Jeb, telling him all these things she found out on the Internet. Why'd they have to invent that, anyway? It just gives Nudge more things to talk about. Fang was-- well, doing what all Fangs did at this hour in the morning. He was sitting at the table, half asleep, staring emotionlessly around the room. I mean, you'd think that even a half asleep Fang would show at least some emotion! But noooo.
As for me, well, you know what I was doing. I was almost falling asleep on this chair because someone won't let a bird-kid sleep. (PS. that someone would be JEB.) And, yes, you heard me right. I am a bird-kid along with the rest of my family. Except for Jeb. He's like a father figure to us. This evil labratory made us into kids with wings on our backs. It's a long story, so here's the short version. The evil lab is called The School. At the School, they did tests on us. Jeb saved us from having to submit to those tests by stealing us and taking us here. So, he basically saved our behinds. And he taught us to fly. Which, i have to say, is really cool.
So, yeah.
He also taught us how to fight in hand-to-hand combat. Even though we're stronger than the average human. Adult human.
But, in reality, we're really like foster children who've been taken home.
Except for the fact that we have wings.
"Food!" called Jeb. "Hey, Max, why don't you go wake Angel up, okay, honey?"
"Okay," I said, and went into Angel's room.
"Angel, sweetie, are you still asleep?" I whispered as I came into her room. She was only five years old, but still very smart.
"Max?" came her sleepy, little kid voice.
"I'm right here honey," I said, "Jeb made breakfast."
"Can you carry me?"
"Of course." So I picked her up, and left the room.
As we were walking down the hall, I could tell something was bothering her. "Are you reading something bad, Angel?" That's right. My little Angel can read minds.
"Kind of. I can't really understand it. But someone--"
"Angel! Did you have a nice night?" That was Jeb. I wonder why he didn't let her finish.
"Yep."
"Now can I have some breakfast?" Gazzy asked.
"Yes, you may." said Jeb, as he sat at the table.
"Yo, Ig! It's breakfast!" Gazzy said between mouthfuls.
"Coming!" said Iggy. He must have been tired, because as soon as he sat down, I heard a plop! and saw his face in his pancakes. Fang was almost the same, but he missed his pancakes and landed on the table instead. Everyone was laughing. Even little Angel, sitting on my lap. These are the days I live for, when we're like a real family. When we don't have to worry about Erasers or whitecoats or fighting. Just about who gets the last pancake at breakfast.
I love this.
okay, this is kinda short, because i don't have that many ideas.
there will be more!
