Random I know. It's crazy how a simple word can spark a whole short story, huh? I'd like to dedicate this chapter to stewie-for-govenor.

Story 8: Demons

Back round Info: takes place about a year after MR3. And this is in Angel's POV.

"Ange, come down! Breakfast is ready!" Mom, or Dr. Martinez, called up the stairs. It had been a year since the flock reunited and we'd all moved into the Martinez household. We had started school shortly after, even though I know that the oldest skip sometimes. I had been doing some last minute homework when mom called me down. I had been pushed up to 2nd grade because I was so smart.

"Okay!" I called back down the stairs. Standing up, I turned off my light and went down the 2 flights of stairs to the kitchen. I swiftly read the family's mind as I always do and found some surprising information.

Oh man, I shouldn't have had that last drink, where's the orange juice?

I made my way to the table and sat down.

Did I really do that?

Iggy passed me a warm plate, fresh from the dish washer.

I'm so stupid! How could I be so stupid?

Jeb passed me the plate of pancakes and I made a short stack on my plate.

I can't wait! A new season of Gilmore girls starts today! Yes. I'm so excited.

I pushed a small pile of bacon onto my plate and cut up my pancakes.

So if I add sulfuric acid instead of batteries, it would be 10 times more powerful.

I rolled my eyes, typical. My plate was buried in syrup.

Oh man, he's so cute. I wonder if it'll be today.

Yes, he is, just a bit oblivious.

Mmmmm, pancakes. My favorite. Iggy knows there my fave. I wonder if it'll be today.

Of course she was thinking about Iggy, she's always thinking about him. It's always brother – sister though.

ANGEL! Get out of my head!

I rolled my eyes and watched my family eat. They all ate so happily, even when so much is running through their minds. I smiled, knowing that I'd always know their business and there wasn't much they could do about it.

"Okay, finish up. You guys have a half hour until you have to go to the bus stop." Jeb said. I gulped down my last pancake and walked upstairs, still listening closely to the house's thoughts.

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