Nudge: Ooooo!! I finally get too share my point of view! YAY! I mean omg! It's always Max, Max, Max...WHAT ABOUT ME? I'm important too you know! I have feelings so stop excluding me. It's not nice too exclude people. You know it's kind of like bullying. Which means your a bully ConfuzzleBug!

Me: Okay then...Me and my big bad bully self have a story too write so if you could...you know..SHUT IT!

Nudge: Geez you know what?! YOU'RE MEAN! I mean really if I could give out a mean award, it would be too you. You and all your meaness! Ha ha! I just realized that I used mean in two different meanings. Do you get it? Well here I can explain it too you.

Me: ENOUGH! Put a sock in it!

Nudge: EW! But a sock would taste totally gros--

Okay so you know when you meet your parents for the first time? And it's all exciting and yay?! Well...It's not. Don't get me wrong, they're nice, they love me, they're just all around great! But they are not Max, and I WANT MAX! I WANT THE FLOCK!

"Monique, sweetie? Would you pass me the green beans please?" My mother asked politely. I nodded and pushed the bowl down the table too her. "Monique, could you please pass it next time? It ruins the furniture if you slide it." She added. My mother was sort of a neat person, she loved too have everything in order, all neat and tidy. She has this saying-that Max would never say in like a million years-'A clean home is a happy home'. Our home is clean, but I'm not happy. So really I don't think her saying works. I missed Max... This person was my mother but she wasn't my mom. There's a difference. Well at least I think there is. Don't you?

I played around with my green beans for another minute before deciding that I wasn't hungry. Standing up, I pushed my chair in then headed for the stairs.

"Monique, you're supposed to ask if you may be excused before leaving the dinner table." My mother pointed out. A few days ago she had told me that this was one of our house rules.

"My name's not Monique." I mumbled, a tear rolling down my cheek.

"What was that, Monique?" My father asked from the opposite side of the table as my mother.

"MY NAME IS NUDGE!" I screamed, tears splashing on the wood floors as I ran back too my bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. Locking the door behind me, I flung myself onto the bed, clinging too my pillow like it was my life line.

I don't know how long I laid there like that. Maybe a couple hours. At one point my father came up and started banging on my door telling me that this was not how a young lady, such as myself, should act. He called me childish and immature. I told him too shut up, because I didn't care what he thought. Max didn't think I acted childish or immature so it didn't matter if he did because Max's was one of the only opinions that mattered. The Flock's opinions mattered. So why was I here? I don't want too be here. I thought I had wanted too...

It was almost midnight now, here in the stupid town of Missoula, Montana. I was thinking about calling Max but I decided that I didn't actually know whether she had gotten too her home yet or not. If it was midnight here in Montana, than that meant it was 2:00 a.m. in Charlotte, North Carolina. Would he be awake? Pulling the phone off the hook, I started punching in numbers, but I chickened out an hung up before it made it too the second ring. I shouldn't wake him. I thought too myself. Standing there, I stared at the phone for another good five minutes before yanking it back up.

Slowly I punched in a phone number and held the phone up too my ear, the wrong way of course, but I figured that out after a minute.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?" A sleepy voice mumbled through the other end of the phone.

"Iggy?"

Uhh..Well...Yeah I know I'm late...I know I said I would either do Iggy or Fang's point of view. Which you know I tried too do Fang's but it was total crap so I did Nudge's point of view. I know it doesn't seem like the normal Nudge, but the whole Flock is gone, so she's allowed too be like None-Nudge like.

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P.S. I know it's short, I'm sorry! cries

P.P.S. For those of you who live in Missoula, well it's no offense. I live in Montana, and it well...sucks..Okay..Not in Missoula though.