Stupid school. It's not my fault! (Actually, it is…but I hate taking the blame.). You may have waited quite a while for the fantastalistic chappie. But…..all's fair in love and war….I think….

Not So Random Random Quote of the Chappie: Don't follow in my footsteps. I run into walls.

Disclaimer: What???!?? Don't look at me in that tone! I can dream, can't I?

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On the way, I had to pass Fang's room. I smiled, remembering how he and Jeb used to argue about how Fang couldn't paint his room black. It looks like Fang won. The room was charred. I mean everything-EVERYTHING-was pitch-black.

"Looks nice, don't it?" I turned around to see Fang standing behind me.

"Didn't you learn any grammar?" I asked.

"Naw, I don't reckon I did." I smiled.

Pushing past him, I turned into my room. Oh. My. Friggin. God. It looked like it hadn't been touched. All of my Jonas Brothers (Yes, I had to put that in there…Nick's just too damn hott) hung perfectly (Iggy put them up for me. That guy never ceases to amaze me. But if you tell Fang, I will deny it.). My bed was just as unmade as the day I left. I pulled up my bed skirt and found all of Jeb's papers. To look at or not to look at….that is the question. I made one of my famous snap decisions and leafed through the papers until I came to Iggy's. As I scanned the papers, I saw a familiar name pop out at me: Griffiths. Oh, well this sucked. I read the whole section and found out that the Griffiths were the doctors who delivered Iggy and told Iggy's dad he was dead. His mom, just like Angel had told us, had died during childbirth. It still sucked, but at least they weren't his real parents. Now, to find out whom his dad was…. I scanned the papers some more until another name popped out at me: Jones. Michael Jones. Iggy's dad.

"Iggy!" I yelled and heard him come down the hall.

"Dude, you have got to see our room-" He told me.

"Yeah, nice. Listen. I found out who you parents are."

"The Griffiths. I know. Thanks for bringing up my devil-inspired parents."

"No, they aren't your real parents. They're just evil people who told your dad that you died and brought you the school. You're real dad is Michael Jones and lives in Wyckoff, New Jersey."

"Dude, you could beat Nudge at talking. Really? Can we go see them?"

"Ig, I hate to break it to ya, but you're blind," I said, my relief making me tease him. "However, you can go listen to them breathe and maybe talk them."

Iggy gave me a combination smile-scowl, which he's extraordinarily good at.

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Sooooo…..Iggy found out who his real parents are…and maybe the others will….hehe….

Peace and love and dreams of Nick Jonas,

Maxi