In a moment, someone could steal your identity. In a moment, someone could make your dreams come true. In my moment, someone helped me save the world.
"Guys! Come on! We're on a mission right now, don't goof off!" Well, okay. It wasn't really a mission. But we were all starving, so our fake-mission was to find the closest, cheapest restaurant in wherever the heck we were. "Nudge, don't be a Tracy Downer," said Gazzy. Angel looked at him quizzically and said, "It's Debbie Downer, Gaz." He just shrugged, indicating that it didn't matter to him whether the name was supposed to be Debbie or Tracy.
Okay, pause. I've gotta catch you up. In case you hadn't guessed by now, this is Nudge, not Max. "But where is Max?" you ask. Well, the truth is, none of us really know. We're pretty sure she went off to find Fang, but we haven't seen her since she left her mom's house a few months back. We had just been hanging around her mom's place, hoping she'd show up. When she didn't appear after a few weeks, we took off. The Flock (which is now made up of just me, Iggy, Gazzy, and Angel) basically voted me their new leader, and I've been fine with that. Mostly. Actually, I'm honestly not sure how Max did it for so long! I think Iggy would have done better, personally. But more on that later, I need to stay focused or I'll never get this story out.
I laughed quietly at them and went back to scanning the grounds below us for some place to eat. After a few minutes, something caught my eye. "Is Mexican food alright for everyone?" I queried. They all seemed generally pleased with the idea of Mexican food, so we landed a little ways away so no one would see us. We walked in to see that there weren't very many people in there, which wasn't surprising because it's in the middle of nowhere. A pale girl with a ring of black eyeliner all around her eyes came to seat us. Her nameplate read "Angelica" and had a smiley face sticker at the end, which, I assume, was to make up for the lack of smiley face on her face.
She seated us at a booth and took our drink orders. I idly wondered if she ever got bored with never looking happy, or if she was just having a bad day. Angel was coloring a blank paper placemat with some stubby crayons, and Iggy and Gazzy were talking about Iggy and Gazzy type things, such as bombs. I looked around at the few customers that were around us, and wound up staring into the deepest green eyes I had ever seen.
Hey everyone! How's it going? Well, sorry this is so short. It's longer in Word, I swear! I have more written, and I'll upload it if you guys want me to. Let me know! Also, feel free to critique anything about it! I love feedback! :)