Okay, Person95 here. I got a review that I want to show you guys. here it is:
Amy
Isn't it calm, cool and collected, not collective?
Person95: For all I know you probably are right. But since I made the mistake in the first chapter (I'm so smart!) for my laziness I'm going to leave the first chapter the same but change the rest. Thanks Amy. And on with the program, enjoy!
"I want to go pick strawberries today," Angel said firmly while plopping a spoonful of eggs in her mouth. "They're ripe now."
"Okay, Angel, I'll go with you," said Gazzy. After that statement he let loose his namesake and had everybody running.
"Oh, jeez, Gazzy," Max said disapprovingly.
"Gas... mask!" Iggy choked out, grasping his neck and acting like he was dying.
"I'm done," I stated. Before I could even take a breathe I jumped up from the table and put my plate in the sink. I don't care how calm you are; when you smell Gazzy's farts you'll be running as fast as you can too.
"Sorry," the Gasman said before returning to his eggs. I don't know how that kid does it.
"Yeah, Angel," Nudge started. "I think the fresh air would do us all good. I'll go too."
"We'll all go," Max said. I almost groaned out loud. Don't get me wrong, picking strawberries is fun... maybe. But when you're with a bunch of hyper kids you're bound to get some strawberries on your clothes or in your hair. The good thing is you can eat whenever you want. I love eating.
Outside it was, dare I say, beautiful. The sky was cloudless and the air was fresh. It was the perfect temperature where you don't need a jacket but you're not sweating your butt off.
While Angel skipped up to Max I was looking at the bushes. A bird was sitting on a branch but when it saw me looking at it it flew off. Before the bird flew out of my seeing range I noticed how it used it's tip feathers.
One day I want to try that, I thought.
"If you make a cake," Angel said to Max, "I can make strawberry shortcakes."
While returning my attention to the flock I saw Gazzy impersonation Iggy. He said, "Yeah, that'll be the day, when Max makes a cake. I'll make it Angel." I taught that kid well.
Max turned around quickly and yelled at Iggy, who was laughing his pants off by the way, "Oh, thank you! Okay, I'm not a fabulous cook. But I can still kick your butt, and don't you forget it!" Okay, now I even had to smile. Nudge was trying to stifle her laughter. Trying.
"Was that you?" Max asked the Gasman. It's about time she guessed, to be honest I'm amazed Gazzy pulled it off as long as he did. Gazzy just shrugged and grinned, obviously pleased with himself.
Before Max was able to give him that long speech about why that's not right and how it's bad Angel screamed. Not just the frustrated scream, or the 'I'm in so much pain right now' scream. It was the 'I'm so scared' scream. The worst kind.
What I saw made me want to scream too. Erasers.
