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Hey everyone! Sorry, the thing broke again. It will probably break after a few more viewers. Oh my God, I've read my past six-month's entries…wow. I was totally depressed. I wrote some sad stuff. Well, now, I'm the farthest thing from depressed. I'm in love. I was then too. Now, I can be with her. My love. Max. She was married to an ass hole named Micah. That's all taken care of…ish.
Max…have I ever described her? Well, there's not a word good enough to summarize her in just one. So, here's her summary: beautiful, smart, caring, tough, a great leader, strong, independent, will be herself, loving, amazing, perfect, incredible, and there's an even longer list. Just about anything good, that's her. She's also very stubborn, but that can sometimes be a good thing.
Recently, I found out, Max loves me too. I have no freaking clue why, but she does. I mean anyone can see why I love her, but, me?
She married a bastard. Now, she is in the process of getting a divorce, but he won't sign the damn papers. Iggy and me have kicked his ass a few times. That's always fun. Now, everyone knows where we are because he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut. We have always worked so hard to stay hidden, and stay in hiding, but he has to be a big mouth and announce it to the world! Grr.
Life is sometimes a bitch, yes, but there are times life is absolutely perfect. Right now, we are…changing a few things in Max and Micah's house they shared. It was all Max's brilliant idea. She is pissed at him. We all know why too. He's a fucking ass hole who won't sign the damn divorce papers.
I almost forgot, Max and me…are engaged. Yeah. You read that right. At first she said no, but then she couldn't figure out why she had said no. Then she changed her mind. Yes! Now, for those out there who asked me that before, Max and me are getting married now. I don't really know when. This is something I've always wanted. To be with Max forever. Corny, right, but true. I don't usually tell people this, but I'm madly in love with her.
I just thought about my saying I had for the longest time. Life's a bitch. Well, basically, I was saying Max is a bitch because she is my life. That is so not true! She is definitely not a bitch. Just had to make that little correction. Life, other than Max, is a bitch.
Well, I have to go help Max change some things in the house.
Fly On,
Fang
I blinked. Wow. He had just posted that this morning. He is so sweet!
"Max, where do you want us to put all of the old stuff?" Nudge asked. I sighed.
"In the attic," I answered, immediately. She nodded.
"Max," Fang said walking in mine and Micah's old room. He looked around for a second, and then looked back to me. "When you said change, did you mean literally everything?" I nodded.
"Everything." He smiled. I walked up to him and kissed him. "I had to do that," I whispered in his ear. "I saw your blog." Before he could reply, I turned and walked out.
"Max, should we make room up there?" Nudge asked pointing up to the attic. I nodded.
"Yeah. Just move stuff around. He doesn't go up there when I'm here, but when I come back from somewhere, that's where he is. I don't know why. Let's go."
We walked up the stairs, and I was shocked. It was like an office. There were a lot of pictures…of me flying. There were some of the Flock too. Nudge gasped. I nodded. I walked over to the desk, and he had our biographies. Like everything about us. Even…who our parents were! I was too shocked to scream.
His email had been pulled up on the computer. I clicked on it, and the email he had read last.
Eliminate them. All six of those mistakes. Finish your mission.
Janssen, Director
I froze. Micah never loved me! He worked for the school! Oh my God! That bastard!
"Fang," I managed to choke out. He didn't hear me. Nudge and me ran downstairs.
"Gotta…come…look!" she managed to say. We were both breathless. Fang looked at us curiously, but he did.
He growled when he saw everything. Especially the email.
"That bastard," he said shaking his head. "I knew I always hated him." I sighed.
"What now?" Angel asked. Everyone else had followed.
"I don't know. We can't let him know we know, but we can't just pretend like we don't! I have no freaking clue on what to do."
Normally I wouldn't have told these kids that, but they deserved the truth. What else was there? Fang picked up his journal on the table. He opened it to the first page.
"He…was a part of our creation," he muttered. I looked at the journal. It dated back to sixteen years ago.
Thursday, January 13, 1994
Dear journal,
Today, I created our first successful experiment. It's a girl. I call her Experiment One. One for the first successful one. I created her to save the world. Her wings have not grown yet, and her mother, Valencia Martinez, was exiled from this as soon as she was born. She has no clue of any of the test we are going to run.
It's not like they're bad, or mean. This is for humanity. Now, Janssen wants to make another. She wants to make a boy. She said I should start soon. I have no clue what to do. Make another one. Well, I'll make him 2 raven. Experiment One is 2 eagle. She isn't expected to live past seven.
Now, I learned if she lives past twelve, I have to kill her. Why, I have no clue. But it's for the world. So we kill a few people to save hundreds. Big deal. A life for twenty.
Janssen is talking about some By-Half plan. She's thinking about eliminating half of the Earth's population. It's a good idea. Only keeping the people helpful. The ones who aren't sick or anything. The strong, healthy ones. I like it.
I am proud to be the creator of Experiment One. She is going to be the biggest scientific breakthrough ever! I'm technically eighty. Janssen found some way for us to live for a very long time, so I only look seventeen. I will be the greatest scientist ever! Behind Janssen.
Sincerely,
Micah
Oh my God. That bastard made me into what I am today! I felt like crying!
"I married the man who made me into this…this…" I shook my head in frustration.
"He made us all?" Iggy asked, horror struck. "Micah is definitely going to die." We all nodded.
"So, the man we've been looking for practically our entire lives is right in front of us?" Nudge asked. I nodded.
"The journal has names and addresses of your parents," I whispered, flipping to the back. They all squealed. "So, now it won't just me and Ig who know." They all were smiling.
"That's good," Nudge said happily. I nodded.
"Yeah." I sat at his computer and I pulled up his documents. There were a lot with Experiment One, and then some of two through six too. I grinned.
"Wait here," I said happily. I ran to my car and I put the journal in there. I grabbed my jump drive, and I ran back to the attic.
"Smart," Fang said quietly. I saved all of his documents on there, and we looked for any other paper documents around the room that would be helpful.
"Isn't he going to notice they're gone?" Iggy asked. I sighed and nodded.
"Okay. Anything helpful, copy it." I pointed to his copier. They all nodded warily. "I'll have fun reading all these."
"We'll help," Fang whispered. I smiled.
"Thanks." He smiled back, and they started going through his files.
"Would all of these be helpful?" Angel asked, holding up folders labeled Experiments One, Two, Three, Four, Five, and Six. Great. Six folders of files to copy. I nodded, and I started copying them. I looked at my watch. Only noon.
"When should we head home?" Ella asked. She was helping us look. I thought.
"We should probably be home by six," I answered, after thinking.
The rest of the day was spent copying important documents and files. I had never known about all this stuff that was in my house! We constantly had to put more paper.
"Five fifty," Fang whispered behind me. I turned around and glared at him. He smiled innocently.
"Stop it," I muttered. I stepped on his toe lightly. "Or I'll have to hurt you." He grinned and nodded.
"Yes ma'am." I rolled my eyes, and he started taking as many copies as he could carry to the car. We had gotten boxes to put them all in. We labeled them by numbers. We put each one in the box that had the appropriate number. We guessed I was one, Fang was two, Ig was three, Nudge was four, Gazzy was five, and Angel was six. They all matched our descriptions.
One: Girl. Part Eagle. Created to save the world. Blonde hair. Strong. Leader.
"They're all in there," Nudge said exhaustedly. I nodded, and I pulled out my jump drive. I erased his recent documents, and I closed out all of the documents.
"Let's go," I said eagerly. I was eager to get home and read all of this. Kind of.
"Did you guys have fun?" Mom asked once we walked back in the door.
"Loads," I said, holding box number one. Ella was carrying Angel's for her, but other than that, everyone had their own. We took them into our own rooms, and I was eager. Fang walked in and sat on my bed.
"Are we sure we want to do this?" he asked quietly. I shook my head.
"What if these kids want to go live with their parents? What if I loose them? What if I loose you? Fang, I can't stand to loose them, and if I loose you, I'll—" He kissed me.
"Max, you aren't loosing them, or me. Definitely not me. They might choose to go with their parents, but they'll remember what it was like to loose someone. They'll remember how we felt when Iggy left, and they won't. No one is going anywhere. I will stay with you forever." I nodded, but a tear still rolled down my cheek.
"This is what I was afraid of last time with Ig," I whispered. He kissed my forehead, and pulled me into his lap.
He started humming in my ear. It was so soothing, and beautiful. It was very comforting. I had never heard the song before. He kissed my ear, and he let me go.
"What was that?" I asked, confused. He shrugged, and started to walk out. I stopped him. "You'll have to eventually tell me, you know. Might as well get it over with."
"What?" he asked, pretending not to know what I was talking about, which was pointless.
"You know what." He sighed.
I knew he could play the guitar. I mean I had heard him. He taught himself. Iggy had gotten it for him for his fifteenth birthday. Well, what we made up as his birthday. He was really good.
"It was…nothing." He tried to get past me. I held up my arm.
"Fang, did you write that?" He looked at me for a second, and then at the floor.
"No," he lied.
"It was beautiful," I commented. He looked at me and shrugged. He took a deep breath.
"You want to hear it, don't you?" I nodded, and he sighed. "Fine." I smiled, and he reluctantly pulled me into his room. He picked up his black acoustic guitar, and he sat down.
"I have it memorized," he muttered. I smiled and sat beside him. "You can't laugh. It's probably stupid and corny, but especially don't laugh at my voice. It's not going to be good, I assure you." I nodded.
"Probably will be, but even if it isn't, I won't." I encouraged him to go on, and he started playing.
This is how the song went:
Verse 1
Sometimes I wonder if life is really what it seems. I sometimes wonder is it just dream?
She makes life too good to be true. So pinch me now before I get too deep.
Chorus
I'm falling hard, falling fast, for this girl too good to last. I need help, standing on my
own. I close my eyes, and she's there. I open them, and she's there too. I need to tell
her, somehow, someway, she's the girl of my dreams.
Verse 2
It drives me crazy, all the time. There's no way to get her out of my mind. I didn't want
to need her, I didn't want to care. I was blinded by a little thing called love. I never saw
it coming.
Chorus
I'm falling hard, falling fast, for this girl too good to last. I need help, standing on my
own. I close my eyes, and she's there. I open them, and she's there too. I need to tell
her, somehow, someway, she's the girl of my dreams.
Bridge
The way she moves, the way she smiles, it always makes me feel alive. I can't seem to
get her out of my head. She's always there, she's always going to be. She has my
heart, and she refuses to give it back. I need her now, more than ever. She's the girl of
my dreams.
Chorus
I'm falling hard, falling fast, for this girl too good to last. I need help, standing on my
own. I close my eyes, and she's there. I open them, and she's there too. I need to tell
her, somehow, someway, she's the girl of my dreams.
I couldn't do anything but smile. Fang had written that. He put his guitar down, and he wouldn't look at me. I thought of the right words to say.
"What's it called?" I whispered. He looked at me and shrugged. He wouldn't look me in the eyes.
"Haven't thought of anything yet." I smiled. He was definitely embarrassed. I kissed his cheek.
"It's really good," I said honestly. He shook his head.
"It's really corny," he muttered. I shook my head.
"Not to me," I said, trying to get him to look at me. He took a deep breath.
"You really like it?" he asked, finally breaking the silence.
"Fang, it's amazing! I love it. You're really talented." He smiled, and finally looked at me.
"You know, I wrote it for you," he said quietly, then tapped my nose. I froze.
"You did?" I asked, completely shocked.
"Yes, you silly girl," he said, sitting up. He grabbed my face in his hands. "Who else would it be for?" I thought for a second, and then shrugged.
"I don't know," I said simply. He grinned, and then kissed me. Oh my God.