I am sooo sick right now I can't even explain it. I slept in an old t-shirt and shorts last night because it was super hot. Moments after I'd gone to sleep, the weather turned ghastly cold. I don't feel good. But I will keep writing, because nothing can stop me. :)

I shook my head.

Nudge sighed.

Gazzy slapped his forehead.

"That is getting soo old," Max said in her best "I'm-rolling-my-eyes-at-you" voice.

"You're like, always testing us and stuff!" Nudge said, and it was obvious that she was staring at them pointedly. "Don't you have a life or something? No kids or wife to go home to?"

"Nah," I said sarcastically. "That's why they mess with us. They see it as a kind of game."

"That is quite untrue," Jeb spoke up.

"Man, give me a break, dude," I said, shaking my head once again. "Seriously, man. Do you get up in the morning and ask yourself what side you're gonna be on that day, like Nudge does with her clothes?"

"Hey!" Nudge said, half-hurt.

"You don't have to do this, Jeb," Angel said softly.

See, another thing I hated about Angel was that she'd just answer people's random thoughts out loud, and none of us would understand what she was talking about, except for the person whose thoughts she was terrorizing.

Mr. Ryan cleared his throat.

"As I was saying, I have been in your heads, and I have watched you develop a normal life. You blended in perfectly, just as I was expecting. I'd thought your fighting skills would've worsened, but I was mistaken."

"That's not the first time," Max muttered under her breath.

"Yes, well, everybody makes mistakes."

"Um, excuse me Mr. Ryan, but I have a question," Dr. Martinez spoke up.

"Yes?"

"Was it really necessary for you to blow up our house, thus ruining it and pretty much everything inside it, and leaving us homeless?"

"I have made arrangements for you to stay at a hotel while your house is renovated. I am deeply sorry for the inconvenience, but yes, it was necessary. The kids should always be on the lookout."

I banged my head on an invisible desk.

"Dude, if you haven't noticed, we never wanted this life, okay? It wasn't our choice to be 2% bird. You made us that way because you thought it would be a fun little experiment! If it wasn't for you, I still might've had my eyes!" I bellowed.

The Gasman took me by one arm and Ella by the other.

"You don't write our destiny!" I yelled.

Max stood up, brushing dirt off her clothes.

"See, Mr. I-am-a-total-dominating-jerk? This is what I've been trying to tell you! You think only I think that you suck because you're inside my head, but every single one of us hates your guts!"

Mr. Ryan ignored her and turned to me.

"No," he said crisply. "I do not write or control your destiny, but I can change it."

There was a rustling sound as he brought something out of his jacket. (At least, that was what I assumed it was.)

We all heard a loud 'BOOM!' as the bullet flew and hit one of us.

I am still sick. :/. I don't enjoy being sick. It annoys me. Oh, and I'd usually add something like "hit one of us squarely in the chest" but Iggy can't know that. :P

I wonder when I'm gonna end this story…

How many more chapters? IDK!

One thing you might be wondering: why is this story in the romance section? It has stuff besides romance.

I'll tell you why: because I think that it would be wayyy to cheesy if the Flock just lived all happy-go-lucky without any excitement or danger. The story would totally suck, don't you think?

Well, ask your questions, criticize me, and please R&R!