Hey! I am soooooo incredibly sorry for everyone. School let out a little over a month ago, but everything in my life has been OH SO stressful. But don't you worry, I won't go into details. I know y'all don't care about my personal life THAT much. But ignoring the past, cause I'm sticking with the present. You guys have been patiently waiting for the next chapter, so I won't bore you with anything.
Zach: Thank God for breaks, it means less talking. -sigh of relief-
Abby: Zach, shut the frozen peas up. I'm just making the readers happy. Besides, I'll just force you to listen to my unhappy music again -sly smile-
Zach: Ughh. You're lucky I'm almost immune to them. Enough! Read on, people!
Previously on 50 Ways to Annoy Iggy: THE STORY
Slap! Click!
Iggy looked at me with a red cheek, and Max with a smug grin.
"Did I just hear the snap of a camera?" I smiled mischievously.
"What camera?" I walked away with my best friend thinking 8 down, 42 to go.
# 9- post them on the blog and all over various websites
Fang POV
I was happily typing away on Jeffrey while leaning against a large, hollow tree, when I heard panting from a few yards away, then the quiet rustle of leaves against faces and the soft snaps of twigs underneath light feet. With a sharp click, I snapped the lid of my laptop closed in a hurry and jumped into an automatic stance, ready to fight.
Angel, Nudge and Max came gigging from the woods, with Dr. Martinez's digital camera and smiles the size of Africa. Angel, who was holding the slender silver camera in her left hand, scurried up to me and shoved the beautiful piece of technology in my face.
"HrFngplgthsin," The six year old speedily said. I gave her a confused look, having no idea what she said, and then perked my right eyebrow. She sighed.
"Here, Fang, plug this in. Jeez, we don't have time to dilly-dally, PUT IT ON YOUR BLOG!" I delicately took the camera from her and smirked.
"What's the magic word, Angel?" I teased.
"NOW." Leave it to Max to ruin my fun.
So I'll save you the gory details of uploading the pictures onto my blog, but I will tell you one thing. Okay, maybe a few things. The girls might have gone a little overboard with the pictures. The wind was blowing at Iggy in a way that the "cape" he had on was twirling up in the back. And the bra positioned to look like ears on his head was extremely girly. No lie, like this pink thing- fuschia, if you must know- with little blue circles on them, (it was BULBOUS, by the way). That's not it, don't get your britches in a bunch. Thin black lines were the outline of flower petals around each of the blue dots. Lime green stems attached themselves to the flowers and darker green leaves grew delicately off of the stem. In between the two cups, (BULBOUS!), was a small, light pink ribbon.
Oh my gosh... THE BRA MUST HAVE ESTROGEN ON IT AND IS THEREFORE SOMEHOW MORPHING MY BRAIN INTO A FREAKISHLY POETIC WOMAN... ALL THROUGH JEFFREY!
Angel started giggling, which eventually broke out into a full-out laugh. She obviously heard what I was thinking.
Max nudged closer to me and whispered in my ear, "You're catching flies. I can only imagine what you're thinking," and lightly nudged my mouth closed.
I ignored their chuckles and checked the caption to the pictures, then closed Jeffrey's lid and stood up.
"I'm out. Being an evil genius sure takes a lot out of me. Let's just pick up where we left of tomorrow, and call it a day."
I jumped up into the tree I was leaning on and slowly allowed myself to go invisible, my color slowly fading out into the dark, natural colors of the forest behind me.
Hope y'all liked it! I know, it's not all that great, but expect yet ANOTHER chapter by tomorrow or Tuesday! :D SO DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE SEVENTH BOOK? It's gonna be called Angel! And Fang apparently travels cross country (or across the world?) forming his own flock, and then they meet up with the real flock and have to beat some evil scientisty dudes. AND MAX BELIEVES THAT DYLAN IS HER SOULMATE! That ruined my day. March 15th for paperback and February... either 11th or 14th for hard cover. CAN'T WAIT(:
Zach: NEITHER CAN I! FANG IS SOOO DREA-I mean, pfft. -deep man voice- books. BAHAHA. What a JOKE! Let's uh.. Eat some rocks! And.. hit.. stuff..
Abby: Ahw you have a soft side. -smiles- That's so cute. DO YOU LIKE POETRY? -grins-
Zach: WHY can't I keep my thoughts to myself? WHY? Stupid Ally Carter.
Abby: Don't disrespect. Enjoy, my lovely readers!
Reviewerf the chapter: LILYPAD22!
"This is the coolest most hilarous fan fic I think I have ever read! Please update!" You made me feel great about myself(: It's so terribly difficult to decide who my reviewers are, but I hope I can make many of you happy to be here :D and I quite enjoyed these ones:
By: MAD AS A HATTER
Hello as you ca-oh,fudge. Half of my left hand just went numb. It'll take me forever to type this with one and a half hands,so I'll be back,lik two minutes from now. Hold on.
Ah, I can feel my hand! Horay! Well,back to buisness. Well, as you can see, I' mad as a hatter. I have an announcement to make! I know of this crazy, slow, fast, smart ,VERY busy buffalo. He's also insane. See, couple'a years back,I actually met this buffalo. When we first saw each, we both realized we were both quite mad, me as a hatter, him as a buffalo. Why else would we be seeing buffalos and men in AWESOME top hats? We both instantly knew we should form a club. To be in the clu, you had to be madder than ME. Hey, wanna join? You seem a little crazy. Better ask . Anyway,before I go, I would like to tell you something REALLY important. It might just give you a little insight on how hideously, incredibly insane I really am. (here is where I typed something,then deleted it. And I agree with him. You should make a Max list story,'cause Iggy's list sucked to begin with. Max's,on the other hand,was awesome.
For informing me about the Buffalo. BUT, please, do not anonymously insult my stories, eh? NO LIST SUCKS, it just may not be as mentally hilarious.
Love and Potato Sacks,
Abby
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