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Shovel of Doom: To answer your question, I really have no idea here this came from. I was just bored and this is the result of it. I actually write this at school on the computers if I have free time and also when I'm on the go (on my iPod). Then I guess this weird plot swam through my thoughts and voila! here we are. (And I really, really, REALLY wanted to use the title on a story!)
All my readers/reviewers: Thanks so freakin' much! There's too many reviews to respond to individually so I'll just thank you in my chapters! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks!
I happily skipped back to my section and entered the room humming 'our' song. Yep. Skipped. Humming. Happily. Wait...whaa? I froze realizing that 4(ish) pair of eyes were trained on me with jaw-dropped, eyes bugged complete shock kinda looks. I say (ish) because Iggy could only look at me with complete and utter (almost) horror.
I straightened myself out immediately. Then I cleared my throat and looked at all of them with what was left of my shriveling dignity.
"A-ahem...uh..." I picked up Iggy and threw him into the ceiling. He crashed back down and rubbed his head, unhurt. (Fine...he was sore was that doesn't really count does it? (It does.) SHUT UP IGGY! This is my parentheses section! Get your own.) "Oh my god, Iggy! Are you okay?"
He glared at me with surprising accuracy. "Nudge?"
She jumped. "Y-yeah?"
"Tell Max she's dead."
Her eyes flickered between us. "U-uh, okay...but - "
"Just do it."
"Max, Iggy says - "
"I just remembered I have some uh...business stuff to do!" I turned tail and headed out with a cloud of dust. "Bye!"
SLAM!
"I think she's in love." Angel said innocently.