Don't kill me! I know I haven't updated this story in ages. But I just couldn't be bothered to write an new one. But this story seems to be quite popular so I decided to update =D
Fang's P.O.V.
What in the world? I have a diary. I freaking diary. And I'm actually writing in it! Aren't diaries meant for girls? I'm gonna call this a journal to make it sound more manly.
Anyway, I'm not really sure what to write in here. Jeb, my 'father' gave it to me earlier today. I've made him swear not to tell anyone about it. But he told me that Max has one. Boy, now I feel even more stupid. I'm a boy, whose best friend is a girl who probably won't even be writing in her journal.
Jeb said to write my feelings and stuff that's happened every day. I guess it's gonna take a while to write in here then. Trust me, my life is jam packed with interesting stuff.
Take yesterday for instance. It's summer at the moment and as we live in the middle of freakin' nowhere. So Jeb decided we should have a barbeque. Everything was normal. Well, as normal as it can be with us.
Angel and Nudge were splashing around in our inflatable swimming pool, Gazzy and Iggy were racing their toy cars around the garden and Max and I were setting up the table. Jeb was at the barbeque, cooking 13 sausages and 13 burgers. Yeah, we need a lot of food.
"Oh crap! I forgot the sauce!" Jeb curse, but not loud enough for the younger kids to hear.
He stepped back to head towards the house, but Gazzy's toy car was passing. Jeb tripped over it put his hand in the barbeque and hit his head off the ground. He was out cold for several minutes.
After the eventful barbeque, Max, Iggy and I were flying around the garden. Yes, I said flying. I'm not going to beat around the bush here so I'm just gonna say it. We have wings. Anyway, we were flying around the garden minding our own business when Iggy (who is blind) flew straight into a tree.
Of course, it would have been fine if there wasn't a giant wasp nest in it. Iggy now has a giant lump on his head and was stung several times.
See, I'll bet our pretty uneventful day like yesterday (compared to our other days) is so much more interesting than yours. The bad luck seems to follow us like a second shadow.
So I guess you're wondering where we got our wings. Well it definitely isn't Walmart if that's where you're thinking. When Max, Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel and I were two years younger, we were at a place called the School. I'll never forget it there. It was worse than hell.
The scientists at the School experimented on us. They treated us as though we were objects and not people. The experiments were to horrible to even talk/write about. It was terrible there.
And then there were the Erasers. They were sort of the guards of the School. The executioners. Our enemies.
Well, enough of the depressing stuff. I need to think of a plan to get Iggy back for hanging my underpants out of my window.
I almost died of embarrassment when I found them hanging from my window, with the rest of the flock underneath, rolling on the floor with laughter.
Maybe I could dye his wings pink when he's asleep. No! I'll dye all of his clothes and hair pink when he's sleeping. He won't even realize because he's blind! Oh, this is gonna be sweet…
Muahaha.
-Fang. Just Fang.
I grinned to myself as my evil plan formed in my head. I got up and opened my bedroom window. I leaped out, with my journal in my hands, and spread my wings. After a 5 minute flight, I reached my little hideout. Nobody else came here. They thought it was creepy.
I skidded across the cave floor, spewing rocks everywhere as I landed. I lifted up a rock near the back of the cave and hid my journal underneath it.
When I was satisfied that nobody would find it, I jumped off the edge of the cave and flew back to my house. I hovered outside Max's window and knocked. Might as well say goodnight…
There you go! Hope you liked it! Please review.