I flew across the sun-streaked sky, hoping, heck, even praying, that it wasn't too late

I flew across the sun-streaked sky, hoping, heck, even praying, that it wasn't too late. As I spotted the light of the lamp shining through the darkness, I plunged down. I did a running landing onto the front porch and whipped open the door and then slammed it shut, sprinting towards the light on at the end of the hall. I skidded to a stop, panting.

"Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!!" An anguished cry split through the night. It was mine. I dove into the stack of empty pizza boxes on the kitchen table, digging through greasy cardboard to try to find that one…last…piece…….

It wasn't there. I jumped off the table and landed lightly on the floor, studying the seven faces before me. "Who. Ate. My. PIZZA?!" I glared at Iggy, knowing his reputation as a notorious dessert stealer. I wasn't sure if that applied to pizza as well, but, hey, anything is possible.

Iggy, somehow sensing my glare, denied it. "I didn't eat it! I already ate the first two boxes! I couldn't have managed to stuff down another piece!"

I turned to Angel. "Is he lying?" I asked.

Nope! She replied in my head. Not lying!

I turned on Gazzy. "Was it you?"

For reasons unknown, he looked like he was about to burst out laughing. "Not me!" He choked out. I saw his coat lying under his seat. I'd have to talk with him later about treating what few items of clothing that we have with respect, but that could wait. I NEEDED MY PIZZA!

I noticed Fang sitting in his seat, with and preoccupied look on his face. "FANG!" He jumped. He must've been thinking about what to put on his blog after dinner. "Did you eat my poor, innocent, helpless piece of pizza?"

"No."

Ugh, again with the monosyllabic people. They drive me insane.

Angel, honey? Were they lying?

What? Oh yeah! Of course not!

I turned on Nudge. "Did you eat it, Nudge?"

"No." Stifled laughter.

"Mom? Ella?" I begged my only family for a sane answer.

"Nope! They said together, and then snorted. Well, actually only Mom snorted. Ella did this weird sort of chuckle/sneeze.

"Angel? Did you?"

"No, Max." More giggles were heard. "Gazzy's jacket ate your pizza."

I dove under Gazzy's chair. To my utmost surprise, the blanket began to wriggle around, causing me to drop it.

"Ouch, Max! That hurt!" A squirming black ball of fur scampered to his feet.

"Total!" I gasped, looking at him incredulously. "You ate my pizza?!"

He shifted uncomfortably. "Maybe…"

"You are so. Very. Dead."

He was out of the room before I finished the word "dead". This was going to be interesting.

Hey guys! IF anyone is actually reading this, congrats. I give you a virtual muffin made by Iggy himself. You have just finished reading my second attempt at a fanfiction. It's a heck lot of a better one then my first one, which you can find on my equally random profile. If you read this, PLEASE!! REVIEW!! Should I write something else? What should it be about? (SOrry, but I have writer's block. NOT very fun) What can I do better? What did I do ok at? REVIEW!!