Okay. Here it is. Everything you need to know about me:

1.Im fourteen.(Can't say my Birthday, too may perv's out there.)

2.I'm in school, so if I don't write or post anything for a while blame it on my Geography teacher Mr.Elliot. (Ugh.)

3.I'm never really mean to people, just if they get on my nerves.(Which is ALWAYS. If you've never met my sister, count yourself lucky.)

4.I am obsessed with book's,(That is putting it lightly too.)

5.I love Maximum Ride, so if you see a 'few' Fanfic's of that popping up don't be so shocked.

6.I've basicly have wanted to be a writer All my life.(That doesn't count the time I wanted to be a singer. Do me a favor and take pity. I was seven and sucked. I still suck.)

7.I have a favorite color, but that's top secret.(Unless soneone ask's.)

8.I'm not the best writer ever, but one day I hope to be.

Just to let you know, if you havn't read Fang don't read the next few things.(Spoiler)

I cry when I read sad stuff, I get mad when I read stupid stuff, and I smile like an idiot when I read happy things.

Example:

Angrey:/

I own none of this! James Patterson does!

Then a couple of my nerves started firing again, and my muscles unfroze.

"Fang Come back!" I started pulling his hair. Shaking his head and shoulders. Hard. "Wake up! Snap out of it! You stupid jerk! I am going to kill you if you die on me!"

I put my mouth up to his ear. "Did you hear me?" I was yelling right into it. "Dying is not on the agenda! Not part of my plan!"

That wasn't working. I pounded on his chest. "Get up! After everything we've been though, are you just going to give up now? Are you that much of a wuss? We need you, you butthead! I need you. I-I love you, Fang."

I was choking on dry sobs now. "Did you hear that? Why I didn't I tell you before? You can't die before I tell you that. You can't!"

Sad:(

I felt pratically blinded by pain and shock and had so many tears streaming from my eyes that I could barely see where I was flying.

I opened my mouth and shreiked, as loud and as wildly as I wanted "Ohhgodohhnooooiiihitjusthurrrtsssssooomuuuch!" The scream was torn from my throat by the wind, and finally I choked, sucking air, half sobbing, my voice raw from yelling for so long.

In overdrive, I can hit speeds of close to three hundred miles per hour, and so in less than half I'd gone into the next state over. Now Utah stared back at me blankly as I slowed and came to a drifting stop at the top of a tree. I had to take a minute out of my new life to...break down and sob like a baby. I workd my way steadily through rage, hurt, embarrassmant, back through rage, and then to some random emotion that seemed to need ice cream.

Gulping, I saw a heart-stoppingly familier black streak in the sky, headed right for me. Was he coming just to say good-bye?

I desperatly prayed that he hadn't heard any of my meltdown. The whole thing was such a huge slobbery mess that I couldn't take one more iota of emotion.

"Hey," I said hoarsely, as he landed on a neighboring branch, making the tree sway. I wiped my face quickly, knowing I had to look like hell, my eyes bleary from freeze-dry tears.

"Fancy meeting you here," he said, with his funny lop-sidded smile, and I almost burst into tears again.

My eyes must have been full of questions, because he shrugged and said, "Things seem somewhat under control. Jeb wants to take over the flock again. I figured I'd let him and Angel duke it out."

Happy:)

I'm supposed to be brave, right? Prove it, Max. I forced myself to ask: "Are you, um, going back?"

"Nah," he said, brushing hair out of my face. "Figured I'd rather hang with you."

I felt hope light my face, and I didn't try to hide it.

"You know how I feel," said Fang, and he bent down, holding on to his branch, and kissed me. I felt like we were suspened in air, and having Fang here, knowing that he, at least, had chosen me, everything seemed a smidgen less agonizingly painful.