Chapter Three: Three
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Disclaimer: Crap, I've been forgetting these! But, that does not mean that I'm an aging man who writes murder mysteries! I'm just a scatter-brained idiot girl! Haha, uhhmmm...
Glory's POV
The emo-looking boy—Fang (haha, how perfect)—stood up and ran his fingers through his shoulder-length hair.
We all stood there in silence, the three younger kids looking really worried, Iggy looking… Exasperated, and Fang looking extremely impassive.
After a while, Iggy broke the silence. "She'll be back, she always is…. So, you—" he pointed directly at me, which was kind of creepy for a blind person—"Look like me. Angel can't read your mind or any thoughts concerning you. Max knows you, got upset about Mystery Girl, and flew off. I—" he pointed to himself—"am Iggy." He pointed to Fang. "Fang." He continued to point to each of them and introduce them. (Angel—blonde girl. Gazzy, short for The Gasman— blonde boy. Nudge— African-American girl with super-curly hair.) "And we, are the Flock."
"Wow, Ig, you sure know how to state the obvious," Gazzy said.
"You're right, I do have a knack for stating the obvious. Now, how about I state that you ha—" Iggy was cut short by Gazzy's hand clamping over his mouth. Gazzy looked at the rest of us frantically, face as red as a beet.
Angel gasped. "Oh my gosh, Gazzy!"
"Say a word to anybody and I'll—"
"Shut up. Both of you," Iggy said loudly. "More important birds to shoot at the moment."
Angel glared, but it was lost on him. "That's not funny."
Iggy shrugged and grinned. Closer now, I could see thin, barely visible white scars mapping his milky blue irises, uninterrupted by pupils.
"Well, while we wait for Max, how about Pop-Tarts?"
The Flock gave their various agreements and sat down. I, having no idea what the heck a 'Pop-Tart' is, was not disappointed. Iggy retrieved several shiny foil package sporting the word 'Pop-Tart' in blue letters. We all sat down around him.
"Let's see, we got," he sniffed one, "Blueberry. Who wants blueberry?"
"Oooh, I want blueberry it's my faaaavorite kind except for brown sugar cinnamon we got any of that if we do have any I want it!" Nudge said all this extremely fast and in one breath. That girl is… Wow, just, wow.
Iggy picked up another Pop-Tart and sniffed it. "Here, ya go, Nudge. Brown sugar cinnamon, your faaaaavorite." He drew the 'favorite' out the same way Nudge had.
I watched with interest as they passed out Pop-Tarts and ripped open the packages. Pop-Tarts turned out to be rectangle pastry type thing with frosting and flavored fillings.
Iggy held one out to me. "Want one?"
"I—no, no thank you," I stuttered. I wasn't about to take their food, especially because they probably didn't have much. But my stomach growled in protest, and he tossed it. I stared at it where it lay in front of me. I picked it up and ripped the package. The pastry was blue with pink swirls.
They told me more about themselves while we ate—for example, they call themselves the Flock, and Angel and Gazzy are the only blood-related siblings. I didn't say much of anything about myself, but nobody minded that much, especially the extremely talkitive Nudge. When we were done we all just sat in rather awkward silence.
"Gazzy, get my water bottle and fill it up at the creek," Angel ordered in an innocent voice.
Gazzy crossed his arms over his chest. "Why should I? Why can't you do it yourself?"
"Because," Angel smiled sweetly at him. "I know that you li—"
"Okay, okay, okay!" Gazzy yelled over his sister. He scowled and snatched an almost-empty plastic water bottle out of a pale blue backpack and stomped off toward the creek.
Once Gazzy disappeared, Nudge started talking. "Angel what is it ooh does he secretly like to wear make-up or something please tell me what it is please please I have to know I—"
"Nudge!" Angel looked annoyed. "Stop. I'm not telling you."
Nudge looked like she was about to say something, but was cut off by the thud of feet hitting the ground hard. Max sat down, purposefully ignoring us. We were all quiet. Gazzy walked through the trees, saw Max, and was quiet as well. He threw the now full water bottle at Angel and sat down. Iggy threw a Pop-Tart at Max.
It was actually kind of scary, how quiet it was. Even the birds were on mute.
Until an acid green cloud surrounded Gazzy, and a terrible, indescribable smell surrounded us. Gazzy paled and stared at Max, horrified.
"I—Max—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I—"
"Well that's a first," Iggy cut in. "Gazzy being sorry for a fart."
I didn't say it out loud, but in my mind, I practically screamed, That was a fart! They weren't lying when they said he had terrible farts.
Max ignored Iggy and turned to Gazzy. "Gaz, it's okay, I'm sorry. Everyone, I am, I just…" She let her sentence hang.
"It's okay, Max," Angel said, and moved to hug her. Nudge and the Gasman joined, followed by Iggy, who was dragging Fang with him. It was sweet. I just sat there awkwardly.
When their group-hug ended, we all got back to talking and joking, and for the first time in four years, since Pop died, I felt like I belonged.
Okay, this one sucks a bit, but I've been operating off little to no sleep soooo. And don't freak out about Angel's attitude. I said she was sweet, and she is, it's just sibling conflict. I had something else to say, but I forgot... So, uh, yeah...