A/N:

Hey, this is my first fanfic ever, and my first time on this, so I don't really know how to use it. Anyway, the other chapters are gonna be longer, and I'll see if you guys like it. So...yeah. Enjoy

Dear Diary,

I found this the other day, and was gonna use it for hiding experiments and stuff from Max, but I think a diary would be cool. I know Nudge tried doing a diary once, but she forgot to write in it. It would be awesome to beat her, so I'm gonna try keep this for at least a year. Or half a year. That'd work, too. Okay, the main reason I'm doing this is because Iggy dared me to. The thing that he doesn't get is that I can pretend to write, and he'll never know, what with his blindness and all. So, yeah, this is my diary: The Insanely Awesome Diary of an Even More Insanely Awesome Mutant Bird Kid Who Is Named The Gasman. TIADEMIAMBKWINTG. Yikes, that's a long acronym. Let's just call it the Diary Of My Imminent Doom. Because, I mean, I'm a twelve (nearly thirteen! Twenty three days, ninety one minutes, and seven seconds- yeah, I'm way too obsessed with this) year old guy, writing in a diary isn't exactly a way to fame. Unless I get a book deal. Possibilities, people. Anyway, some basic stuff: I am now twelve (nearly thirteen!), as I literally just said. Yeah, its been three years since The End Of The World (dun dun DUNNNN), and we're living at Max's moms place. Aka: the home of the best cookies in the universe. Its been pretty peaceful since Itex is destroyed and mostly all of the evil scientists got wiped out...yeah, they didn't really think that through, huh? I mean, what was the point of making a 'purer world' if none of them were gonna be around to see it? Ah well. Scientists these days aren't exactly up to par with social standards, I guess. So, the three years have gone past with the flock doing some sightseeing (believe it or not, even when you're flying through Paris or Rome or South Africa, you don't really pay attention to any of it when you're on the run. And this bracket is really long. So I'll end it now. :(). Holy crap, that bracket doesn't even look like a bracket with that face. Its like, he ate a bomb, it blew up, and then his mouth fell apart when he was puking it up. Oh, my God, that was literally the grossest analogy I've ever seen. I'm just gonna go now. Here's my entry for August fifth.

"GAZZY, IGGY. GET YOUR BUTTS OUT HERE NOW!" My grin widened. I glanced up at Iggy.

"Think she found the smoke bomb?" I asked innocently. Haha, please.

"Oh, I dunno. I mean, she couldve found out that we were the ones who raided the fridge last night," Iggy pondered, stroking his chin. I nodded.

"Mmm. Definite possibility. Or maybe it was the TV prank? Or the hole incident?" Iggy shook his head.

"Well, I guess we'll have to go find out. Tell me how pissed Max looks on a scale from one to ten." So we headed off down the stairs, hopefully not to face Max's wrath. Then I saw it.

"Iggy, there's something on the stair!" I exclaimed dramatically.

"What? Where?" He shouted frantically, moving his leg so it wouldn't hit the step. Of course, since there was another step, he misjudged it and faceplanted onto the floor.

"HAHAHAHA!" I cracked up. Ah, Iggy. He was cursing .

"Oh, Iggy. What would we do without you?" He muttered something under his breath.

"Certainly not laugh, since I'm the main source of entertainment round here," he groaned, rubbing his head. I nodded thoughtfully.

"True that." I hopped down the last few steps. Three, two-this is the moment where I declare my passionate eternal hate for Iggy.

"WHAT THE FLIP DID YOU DO THAT FOR?!" I yelled at him, nursing my forehead. See, I would've walked down like a normal person, except Iggy had stuck his leg out, causing me to fall over it. Hence me now lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. I heard a loud sigh. Oh crap, are they the voices everyone talks about? Oh, God, please no-

"Can't you at least try to be normal for once?" Max groaned. I peered up at her, then flicked my gaze to Iggy.

"I'd say a solid 8," I confirmed. Max turned her glare to me. "Uh, make that a 9. Definitely 9."

"Well, you see, Max, we have wings, so being normal isn't exactly-" she cut Iggy off.

"Yeah, whatever. Anyway, I have a proposal for you both," she said calmly. We both raised our eyebrows.

"Max, I thought you loved Fang. But, if that's how you truly feel, then I suppose I could make it work." I swear, Max was ready to kill him then and there. But anyway. If I knew what she was going to say next, I would've ran for the hills. The rest of the flock stepped out from behind her. Woah, badass, much? Their expressions sorta ruined it, though. I mean, Fang looked like he was gonna kill someone. Then again, when doesn't he?

"School." As soon as it left Max's mouth, I knew we were screwed. Fang's scowl deepened. Never a good sign.

"Why not a desert island somewhere in the Pacific?" he asked Max. Oh, yeah, they're together now. Even though Fang technically cheated on her, and left her in her time of need, Max forgave him. He has his reasons, so I have too. But obviously, I'm not in love with him. Nope. I don't turn that way.

"Because, we need education, and, well, what else have we got to do?" Max argued. I personally agreed with Max. Plus, school means science. Yes, you heard right, school! We are willingly going to one of those things! A quick word about the neighbourhood: Angel and I are turning thirteen and eleven this year, since we found out our actual, real life birthdays. The others just picked a random day. I think Fang's is the same as Robert Pattinsons. I wonder why. The oldest three are seventeen, and don't turn eighteen until late this year. Nudge is fifteen, and still fashion obsessed. And of course, Iggy and I haven't lost our touch with explosives. Then there's Ella...who's sixteen. And trust me, having eleven, fifteen and sixteen year old girls in one house is NOT an experience I recommend. I think I started dying on the inside on the fourth movie marathon. I can now quote movies that I would rather not know existed. But oh well, I guess it can't be helped.

"School is fun, Fang! New people, new opportunities, new everything! Plus, sports and cheerleading and I've always wanted to be a cheerleader. Remember that one time when we were in Texas-" I slammed my hand over Nudge's mouth. God, that girl can talk.

"Nudge, I thought we turned the channel off about two hours ago," I said solemnly. She rolled her eyes.

"I swear, Gazzy, you are so much like Iggy it's not funny." I grinned, and gave her a thumbs up.

"Hey, no objections there, bro. The Ig Meister's awesome!" Iggy puffed out his chest at that. Then my grin turned sinister. "But not as awesome as me, of course."

"Seriously, though, you two look exactly the same. Well, when Iggy was twelve, anyway," Angel put in thoughtfully.

"Nearly thirteen." I looked Iggy up and down. Same sticky up blonde hair. Same bright blue eyes. Even the same pale skin. If you shrank Iggy down in one of those things like in Charlie and the Chocolate Family, then yeah. Hold the phone. Charlie and the chocolate family?! What the actual frick? Actually, it would be awesome if my family was chocolate, so I could eat them if they were annoying...uh, yeah. Anyway.

"Twinsies!" We yelled in unison. "Double twinsies! Woah, wait..." We kept speaking at the same time. The others were cracking up.

"Just shut up, man," Iggy muttered.

"Hmm. Hey, do you wanna build a-" Max cut me off.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence, Gasman. We need to decide about school," she said strictly. Aw, come on! Dont shut down my Frozen reference, man. I feigned a yawn.

"Yeah, let's do it. School shmool. See you losers tomorrow," I flapped a hand, and walked off down the hall. Day-um, that badassness! Now I just need the explosions, and I'll be-
Shite. Uh, I probably shouldn't have said that. Now, I'm gonna, uh, go see what just blew up, Diary, because I'm pretty sure the backyards on fire.