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Chapter 3

I silently walked forward from my place by Iggy towards Max. She was looking in the fridge for something the food the "Food Fairies" had left, something she mumbles about at times. I walked right behind her staring into the refrigerator and breathed out. I could see the hair on her arms stand up and she straightened her posture and turned around

"Will you quit that?" She said, glaring at me. I had a habit of silently, and most often randomly, showing up somewhere. Or at least according to the others.

"Quit what?" I calmly stated. "Breathing?" She rolled her eyes and simply replied with a "You know what." Something that I found rather amusing was going behind Max and maybe saying something like "What are you looking at" or "Hi." But it was morning, so I figured just breathing was good enough. She hated it. I would to it to the others but you just can't. Iggy is blind, and it's just not right. Besides with his hearing, it would be impossible — the same thing with little Angel and her mind-reading abilities. As for Nudge, she doesn't stop talking long enough to notice and Gazzy well, word of warning. NEVER stay behind him too long. Stay upwind. It's safer to trust me.

I looked down at Max and grinned slightly, but my face went back to its usual self within seconds although I am a mere four months younger than her I was a good four inches taller, as was Iggy. Speaking of him I noticed he had gotten up and grunted.

"I'll make eggs." He stated. Now if we were a normal family, it would bother us that our blind brother is cooking. But we aren't so it doesn't bother us that Iggy is making our breakfast. But trust me, you DO NOT want Max in the kitchen trying to make eggs. I watched him start when Max, who must have been surveying us and the breakfast preparations, said "Fang? You set the table. I'll go get Nudge and Angel" As soon as she left I groaned in my head. I almost wished she wouldn't. Don't get me wrong I love them just as much as everyone else, and I actually like to hear what Nudge has to say. But sometimes like this morning, I didn't want to listen to the endless wonders of Nudge's words, and I really didn't want Angel going inside my head, forcing me to watch my thoughts. But I couldn't stop her.

When they got back, The Nudge Channel was on full blast about a dream she had, and Angel was making shapes with her food. Max watched Angel smiling and occasionally helping her make shapes. While Max never said anything we all knew Angel was her favorite. But then again she was an innocent little girl. Sweet, kind, and lovable. So who could blame her? Nudge stopped talking now, and Angel was eating again. We sat in silence for a while when suddenly.

"I want to go pick strawberries today," Angel said firmly looking up from said eggs. "They're ripe now." She stuck another scoop of her breakfast into her mouth

"Okay, Angel, I'll go with you" Gazzy replied and then let out one of his "unfortunate occurrences" as Max says and giggled.

"Oh jeez, Gazzy," Max said with a disapproving frown.

"Gas . . . mask!" Iggy gasped pretending to suffocate grasping at his neck. I stuffed my mouth with what was left on my plate and swallowed not bothering to chew.

"I'm done," I said quickly taking my dishes to the sink. Gazzy automatically replied with "Sorry" but still kept eating. He looked up at me with his bright blue eyes and grinned before continuing.

"Yeah, Angel," Nudge said scowling. "I think the fresh air would do us all good. I'll go too."

"We'll all go," Max said. i thought about these immediate plans and got some ideas. Maybe I can throw a strawberry at someone and start a food fight. I grinned at the thought.

We quickly cleaned up after ourselves got dressed and left. My hair was combed a bit better now, and I had sneakers and a light black hoodie on now. I looked at the others; Nudge was wearing shorts and spaghetti straps with sneakers, a ponytail, a bracelet, and a necklace. Iggy was in a white T-shirt, jeans and sneakers. Max was in jeans, a sweater-shirt thing. Sneakers again. Gazzy had the same thing as Iggy, but a green hoodie over it and little angel was in a cute summer dress.

With strawberry baskets in hand, we followed as Angel led us to a patch of strawberry bushes. I started picking the sweet berries occasionally eating a couple. I overheard other conversations. "If you make a cake, I can make strawberry shortcakes," Angel said happily.

"Yeah, that'll be the day, when Max makes a cake.," I had heard Iggy say "I'll make it Angel." Only it didn't come from Iggy's direction, I looked over at Gazzy and grinned.

Max whirled around and exclaimed "Oh, thank you! Okay, I'm not a fabulous cook. But I can still kick your butt, and don't you forget it!" Iggy laughed putting his hands up in defense, while my grin grew to a smile. Gazzy must have looked guilty however because Max had asked him.

"Was that you?" He shrugged trying not to look overly pleased with himself. The Gasman had been about 3 when Max realized he could mimic almost any sound or voice. We had lost count how many times Iggy and I had nearly come to blows over stuff Gazzy said in our voices. It was a dark gift which he happily wielded. It was nothing more than another uncanny ability. Most of us had one, and it made life more interesting.

Next, to Max, Angel froze and screamed. Startled we stared at her, and in the next second, men with wolfish muzzles, huge canines, and reddish, glinting eyes dropped out of the sky. Erasers. And it wasn't any form of a dream. I dropped my basket of strawberries on high alert glaring as I got into a fighting stance - after all, Jeb had taught us to screw thinking, just acting.

Ta-Da! Chapter three. It took me about an hour and a half or so to complete and revise. Have a happy 4th of July! Bye!

I DO NOT OWN THE BOOK, CHARACTERS, OR ANYTHING SUCH AS POSSIBLE DIALOGUE THAT IS FOUND IN THE BOOK. CREDIT GOES TO THE AUTHOR JAMES PATTERSON!