Journal NOT a Diary!!!
Max's Journal
Feb 27, 2010
Can you believe I waited until NOW to come out of my room? And what did I find?
Is and Bella with their mouths still hanging open?
Yep.
Fang completely ignoring them?
YEAH!!!!!!
Reporters and photographers trying to burst through the doors and windows to get a shot of us?
Unfortunately.
Mom had went to pick us Is and Bella at Macy's where we had left them, still staring at the door with their mouths hanging open. They haven't closed them since. Not even in their sleep, I'm surprised spiders haven't made webs in their mouths yet. Now THAT would be funny!!!
Besides that, Mom is still red in the face whenever she sees me. Sam totally avoids me, and spends all her time trying to close her daughters mouths. It looks like a mom spoon-feeding a baby! Angel, Nudge, Gazzy, and Iggy really don't care that much about it all, except for when a reporter threw a magazine in the window with my picture on the cover, wings open. Fang and I have never been more close. Thanks to him I'm able to get a little fresh air, unlike the rest of the Flock. He's tackled my reporters, but they all want to know about me.
You're probably wanting to know about Total, don't you El? After you left, he broke down and went to spend some time with Akila and the scientists from Antarctica. He should be coming back soon. Oh, and he and Akila were married yesterday. I don't know how they did the rings, or the tux, or the dress, or anything really. What vows do you give at a wedding for dogs?? Total says he'll come visit before they have their fist littler of pups. PUPPIES!!! Apparently Angel is going to be a grandma way earlier then anyone expected.
Hehe. Angel a grandma! Well, Total is her dog, no thanks to Fang.
But the real news started at breakfast today. A total disaster. Or, a disaster for me. A dream come true for Is and Bella. Mom was watching the Arizona News with reporter Cindy Wynn, standing right outside out house. And it all started with four words from Ig:
"We're out of milk!"
"IG!" I yelled. "We're right here, you don't have to scream."
"Sorry," he said. His stomach growled. "But I can't make pancakes without milk."
"Just make cereal."
"Didn't you hear me? No milk! And I refuse to eat dry cereal!" His eyes flickered to everyone around the table. Don't ask how he did that, I have no clue. Or how he found out there's no milk...unless he felt everything in there. Wow, that would be hard. Especially if he grabbed that soft cheese....eww. Mom really should put that in a package. It's going to spoil soon.
Fang's eyes flickered over to me. "Think we can make it downtown?"
I sighed and stood up. "I think I can. Those reporters gotta go. I'll be back in a little bit." I abandoned my protein bar and grabbed my jacket, ignoring Fang trying to stop me. I slid it on and but my hood up with my hand on the door. They weren't going to get the best of me this time.
My heart pounding, I threw open the door and jumped off the stairs, running with top speed down the street, trying to keep it as humanly possible as possible. Reporters ran after me and photographers snapped their pictures. I know I'll be in the newspaper tomorrow, all the magazines, every picture in every hand. I didn't care.
They followed me to the corner, where I zipped in the woods, trees packed tightly together. They couldn't follow, just snapped some pictures until I was out of sight. I hid behind a tree until they left, and until my heart stopped running a marathon. Soon it was so quite I could hear myself breath. Almost hear myself shaking. I quietly stepped out from behind a tree. Everyone was gone. I finally got to the store unnoticed by the reporters in the streets. Thank you big crowds!!
I walked into the store and grabbed some milk. I checked out without anyone noticing.
But when I got outside, it started to rain. I tightened my coat around me. Everyone ran for cover, whipped out umbrellas and rain jackets, the reporters jogging for their trucks. I was one of the few prepared. The crowd was spread out, easily seeing every person. A nosey reporter spotted me and jumped out of the van. I turned and ran. The milk just got heavier as my arm grew tired and more rain fell in the bag. My sneakers were full of water, so he caught me.
Next thing I knew, I was in the middle of a circle of reporters, all trying to ask a question or take a picture. I tried to shove past them, but they were strong! They blared their questions at me, all together, and it just sounded like gibberish. But one reporter yelled a question that made me stop fighting. "Why did you fight that girl? Is he your boyfriend?"
I stopped and silenced the reporters, looking straight at the woman that said it. I reconized her from some Arizona news show, Cindy Wynn. I was now soaked, the rain coming down hard. I wiped rain off my forehead and pointlessly tried to ring out my hair. Why did I fight Bella? Other then the reasion she was a complete...not gonna say it....but I attacked her because she kissed Fang. Thinking back, I realized that was a real bonehead move. Was I--was I jelous of Is and Bella?
The reporter held out the mike, waiting for me to answer, a news camera streaming live. I knew everyone back at the house was watching. Cindy's red hair was a few shades darker wet then it really was, her greedy green eyes beading down on me. She looked like a Christmas Caroler gone wrong. I opened my mouth, but then closed it. I really had no clue. "I..." I started. "I don't know. I was.." I took a deep breath as I carefully prepared my words.
"I loved him," I blurted out. My eyes widened as I realized what I said, and so did Cindy's. I blushed, then my face turned full red. No photographer dared to snap a picture, no one moved. Thank goodess Cindy stepped in.
"So she was trying to steal your boyfriend?"
I bit my lip, my face clearing a little but still bright red. I shook my head. "No. He....he...." I didn't want to say what I was thinking. But it spilled out of my mouth. "He deserves better then me." Again my face tured brighter red, and I could almost hear the gasps of Fang, Is, and Bella. Bella's dream come true.
Why did I act like such a jerk on camera? I was crying, literally. Thank goodness no one knew, the rain was pounding hard now, and we had to yell to hear each other over the noise.
Cindy knew my embarressment, so she ended the interview by stepping in front of the camera. "You heard it here, folks. The real reason Maximum attacked. From right her in downtown Mesa, I'm Cindy Wynn."
By the cameraman putting up the camera, I knew we were done. I looked nervously around at the other reporters and photographers, who had already put up all their cameras to protect them from the rain. Cindy fanned out the reporters and they all went back to their trucks. She told her cameraman she would be there in a second. I knew she wanted to talk to me.
Cindy smiled sweetly. "M'dear, m'dear, the camera makes people say things they thought they would never reviel."
I smirked. "Tell me about it. All of them were tuned in to that station, they all watched me say that. i just revieled something to him I told myself I'd never be dumb enough to reviel." That's all it was. I was stupid, and dumb, and now I hate myself for that. How would I ever face Fang? And worse, how did I know she wasn't streaming right now?
She smiled again, wiping a wet strand of red hair out of her face. "You know, Maximum, I'm the relationship counseler for Brodway Teens magizine. I get hundreds of letters a day from depressed teens around the world, and over 1/3 of them are in way worse positions then you are now."
"I'd hate to be in their shoes, then."
"I would, too. And if you ever want help with this boy, whoever he is, give me a call." She smiled again and slipped a buisness card in the pocket of my windbreaker. "Anything at all." She jogged back to her truck and tried to ring out her long hair.
I smiled. Wait--what was I doing?? This girl was a reporter, someone who do anything for a good story!! Was I really believing her?
Not feeling like walking all the way back to the house, I took a bus back, that convinetly stopped right in front of my driveway. Here we go again.
I thinked the bus driver and walked down the driveway. My hand was shaking so much I could hardly reach the doornob. I opened the door and threw the jug of milk on the camera. I looked around the table.
Mom, Iggy, Nudge, and Gazzy were all chewing on dry cereal, Iggy with a disgusted look on hid face. I could hardly look into the other's eyes. Is looked amazed, her mouth looking like she was about to speak, but she didn't say anything. It looked like she was trying to hold back a smile. Bella just looked amazed, trying to get closer to....Fang, every second. She just looked amazed, blown away. And Fang, I could only look into his eyes for a second. He looked shocked, amazed, loving, maybe even a little shocked.
I rung out my hair in the sink and ran off to my room, closing the door behind me, and colapsing on my bed.
Which is where I am now. I finally got the courage to go out of my room, and I end up embarrising myself even worse. I haven't stopped crying yet. I probably won't come out of my room even longer this time. I don't think I can face Fang ever again. You're so lucky you aren't here, El. I'll probably still be here when you get back.
--Maximum