I'm writing this at midnight, so this'd better be short!
We were loading the van, the next day.
Friday!
Shut the heck up, Rebecca Black!
Our bags were too heavy. We over packed! BY A LOT! We tend to do that. We're flying bird kids, anything can go wrong!
Angel, Gazzy, and Nudge were in the way back, singing the everybody's nerves song. You know, I KNOW A SONG THAT GETS ON EVERYBODY'S NERVES! Ugh, I hate that song.
Okay, maybe you can tell.
I am in a terrible mood today.
"Max?" Gazzy asked sweetly. Oh no. Gazzy isn't sweet. It's against his being.
"Uhhhh… yes Gaz?" I replied cautiously.
"Are we there yet?" Gazzy yelled in my face. The whole back of the car bursted out laughing, as did Iggy, because he's Iggy. I groaned and beg to the big feathered God up there that this trip will go smoothly.
Although deep down inside me, I knew it wouldn't.
But I ignored my insides and shoved the last bag into the trunk.
"All done, so off we go," I said to the kids. Iggy got into the middle aisle and Fang and I were in the front, Fang driving. As soon as Fang turned the keys, the movie screen for the back passengers went down. Iggy had the clicker, and before we even left, the four backseaters got into a heated discussion about what to watch.
"Telletubbies are for bayyyyybies," whined Angel.
"Yeah, change the channel!" agreed Nudge, snatching the remote from Iggy's hands. "Ooh! Degrassi!"
"Degrassi is for grown-ups!" Angel whined. Gazzy took the remote.
"Yay! Shark week!" Gaz exclaimed.
"I'm down with that," agreed Iggy.
"Ahhhhh! Sharks, noooohhhhhhnonononono!" wailed Angel.
You can imagine how far that went on.
I tried to sleep, I really did. It sadly, did not work.
So I was still awake, an hour later, when I got tired of those stupid bird brains and told Fang, "Speed up, okay?"
"Max, we're going the speed limit."
"I know. Pweeeeese! Just this woooonnnnnnsssee!" I wailed to him. He smiled and pushed the accelerator a little harder, pushing through the speed limit like it was nothing.
And that's when the sirens started.
Fang looked in the rear-view mirror.
And who was it? A cop, that's who.
I looked at Fang and he looked at me. He started slowing down and pulling over.
So I pushed him up against the window, grabbed the wheel, and pushed the gas pedal down as far as it would go.
BAM! Max style!
I' m too lazy to write an A/N right now (its midnight here when I'm writing this, but its being published tomorrow morning, so nvm), so go look at the bottom of one of my other stories and check that. 5 more reviews please (not counting Di or Future, although a love you and want reviews from BOTH OF YOU still), and if you alert this, please review! :D
Luv ya bunches!
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-Em