Max POV, as usual.
Summary:
The flock is forced to camp a lot.
Forced meaning, no tents, no sleeping bags, and NO SMORES!
Not fair! Jeb always talked about taking us camping, but he never got around to it.
So, we decided to finally go.
You won't believe the chaos.
Takes place right around after SoF
Chapter One
"Puhleeeeeeze!" whined Angel. "All of the kids in my grade have beeeeen!"
"No!" I said for the gajillionth time. "Nooooooooh! We are not going camping!"
"Why not?" asked Gazzy. "It's another weekend and we don't get to do ANYTHING!"
"Because. It's not safe!"
"How is it not safe Max?" Angel asked.
"We could be captured and killed in many different ways that I'd rather not visualize, okay?" I growled.
"Puhleeeeeeeeze?" I could feel my mind giving in to Angel. Stupid mind-reading bird kid!
"Awww… oh fine! But we're not going completely in the wild, we're going to a nice, safe, kid-friendly lot. Okay?"
"YEHHHHHHHS!" yelled Gazzy. He ran to go pack up his stuff, with Angel right behind him. I sighed deeply.
"Nudge, we're going camping!" I yelled up the stairs. I heard footsteps as she bolted down the stairs.
She flung herself around the corner and hugged me. Before I could register exactly what was happening, she had pushed herself off me and ran back upstairs.
"Fang?"
"Yes?" I jumped at the voice, which was coming from behind my shoulder to the right.
"Are you TRYING to scare me to death? Faaaaang!" I spun around to look him in the eye, just to find that he was too close to even spin around completely without hitting him. I backed up to stare at him.
"No. Just trying to answer you."
I smirked and ran up the stairs to pack.
It would be a very long camping trip.
Do you think I should continue? It may get better, I'm planning to make Angel a sudden insomniac :)
HAH!
Luv ya bunches!
~~~~Max
