I have been really bored today, so I thought I'd write another chapter for my lovely readers!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, Patterson does.

Iggy: The guy from Twilight?

Me: *Face palms* That's Pattinson, Iggy.

Ch. 10:

After my lively day at the therapist's office, I decided that today, Sunday, I would sit around like a bum. I had tried to get my mom to answer some questions about my dad, but she started tearing up. I decided to stay away from that subject… for a while, anyway.

I plopped down in front of my computer and lazed around. I played some computer games and watched episodes of Wipeout online. After watching people fall got boring, I decided to google random things. I typed 'Nudge' in the google bar and suggestions came up. The suggestions were: nudge book, nudge app, nudgemail, nudge patrol, and nudge synonym. Okay… I must be seriously bored to be doing this.

Let's try… Iggy. Whoa. A bunch of stuff about Iggy Azalea popped up. I should have seen that coming. Shouldn't I have?

Okay. Fang. Suggestions: fangtooth, fang bites, Fang Island, and Fang's blog. Fang's blog? I clicked the link and saw a homepage. It was black with white lettering saying 'Welcome to Fang's Blog.' Interesting.

It couldn't be the Fang I knew, could it? I clicked on the most recent blog, which was from today. I started to read it.

Hey guys! So sorry I have updated for you guys recently. If any of you reading this are new, this is a blog where I talk about my sometimes normal and sometimes crazy life. The last few weeks have been pretty… interesting, to say the least. Where should I start? I think I'll start with Max. Max was a girl at my school who was quiet and very, let's say, unpopular. She fell down a hill and hit her head and she got amnesia! Crazy, right? Even weirder, she came out of the accident with no external injuries, but she became a completely different person. She's louder than anyone now and completely stands up for herself. If anyone has a situation close to this, or thinks there is an answer to this mystery, put it in the comments.

Moving on, I got into a huge fight with my sister Ella. I promised to make it up to her by hanging out with her and her weird friends by hanging with them for a night. And when I say weird friends, I mean weird. A guy who's a pyromaniac (I think she's dating him?), a girl who never shuts up, a guy with some gas issues and his twin, and Max. I told you they were weird, not that I'm exactly normal. My girlfriend wanted to go to a concert the same night I had plans with Ella. I told her no and she forced me to choose between her and Ella. Who does that? I obviously broke up with her, not that it matters.

Not much has happened to me since then. I guess one thing is that Max started regaining some memories. She happened to remember something I did to her in 8th grade, though. Let's just say, she got revenge in a way. Then we watched Spongebob together for hours. I'm telling you, this girl isn't normal.

Now for the dream of the week: I had a really weird dream about Max and I having wings. We were flying with some hawks. I don't remember much, but it was seriously strange.

Bye and I hope you like reading about my weird life,

Fang.

I gaped while reading. Either this was a huge coincidence, or this was actually Fang's blog. I'm going to go with the latter. In a way, I was kind of flattered that most of his entry was about me. Even if it was just him calling me and my condition weird. I scrolled down and looked through the comments page. I laughed at the wings thing, but I couldn't help thinking He dreams about me?

Kaylyn from Nevada says: Did your sister forgive you? I have a sister and she would never forgive that easily.

Jane from Mississippi says: Maybe Max is faking the amnesia. That's my best guess.

Caleb from Idaho says: You dream about this girl? Weird man, weird.

Will from California says: Maybe Max was like that all along, outgoing and such. She just never showed it before the accident.

I stopped reading after that because there were about 150 comments. I still couldn't believe he wrote about me. Was that even legal? I don't know. I wonder if anyone knows about his blog. Time to test my theory.

I dialed Ella's number.

"Hello?" I heard her voice on the other end.

"Hey, Ells." I said.

"What's up, Max?" She asked curiously.

"I was just wondering. I was thinking about starting a blog or something. Do you know anyone who can help me?" I asked. This strategy pointed out if she knew about the blog or not. It was perfect. Thank you, my genius brain!

"Um… no. I don't think so. Why do you want a blog, though?" She sounded confused. Okay, so she didn't know. Not what I was expecting.

"Never mind. Gotta go. Bye!" I said quickly and hung up. Now, this was weird. Why was he keeping this blog to himself? It's not like he was hiding anything or he wouldn't have posted it on the Internet.

I pondered my options carefully. Go up and confront Fang, ask him about it and all that stuff. Or I could keep this card in my back pocket just to be sure. What would you do? That's what I thought.

Back pocket, it is.

I thought I'd add Fang's blog in there as another factor to this story. I don't know how much it will come in play in the future, but I just thought I should add it.

Review! Pleeeease?

~Cake.