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You guys were right. Not finished. Sorry! Dad borrowed my computer, and I thought I had it saved, I didn't.

Journal NOT a Diary!

Max's Journal

July 11, 2010

I woke up on the sofa, covered with the blanket, with Fang's backpack beside me. A piece of paper was taped to the handle. I pulled it off and read it.

Max,

I'm so happy you're okay. I'm sorry it took so long, Cindy refused to open the door to the cellar. I would have killed her right then, but apparently no one else could actually open it. Right after, she ran off, and I lost her. Everyone's fine, in other beds of the house. I'm out hunting for Cindy. I'll be back before dinner. If not... well, I will.

Fang.

P.S. We're out of milk. XD Seriously, we are.

Great. No milk. Well, Iggy can get his precious milk this time, I'm sick of milk. Milk can go crawl in a hole.

But sure enough, I made a round trip through the house, and everyone in the cellar was in a bed, asleep. I stopped at the room I shared with Analie, where she and Mary Lou were sleeping, and there was my backpack. With the iPhone. With Mom's number.

I snuck in the room and unzipped the backpack and pulled out the phone, and slowly made my way to Mom's contact. I stopped less then a cenimeter from pressing Mom's call number. Should I worry her more? No. But she should know we found Iggy and Gazzy. I called her.

"Max?" she asked when she picked up the phone. "Are you okay? I haven't heard from you in weeks! You wouldn't pick up the phone!"

"Sorry Mom. I got a little... caught up. Anyway, we found Iggy and Gazzy."

"It's about time! What's been happening? Anything I should be concered about?"

Yes, I thought. "No, nothing. We just ran into some old friends." That wasn't a total lie.

"Stop lying, Max. Fang told me everything about the cellar. And everyone in it. And it's something I should be concered about.

I'll kill 'im! "Stop worrying, Mom. We're all fine. Everyone's out."

"Well, when are you guys coming back? You're making me sick, Max! I'm having headaches all the time!"

My breath caught in my throat. "Sorry! We'll be back in a few weeks." I couldn't tell Mom about us killing Cindy. We can, and will, find and kill Cindy in a month's time. "We'll be back in a month at the most. I promise, Mom. We will this time. Mary Lou and Analie want to stay a little longer. No biggie."

"Okay, but only a month. Nudge wants to talk to Angel."

"Angel's still asleep. But I'll pass on the message."

"All right, well, I've gotta go. Love you, Max. Bye."

"Bye." I hung up and slid the phone back. Mary Lou and Analie were still asleep in the bed. Then, I noticed something. I kneeled down beside be bed for a better look. My heart lept to my throat. Analie's face was pale, her lips white. I saw that once before, on the news. I slowly reached up and felt her hand. Ice cold. I bent down and lisened to her heartbeat. Thud... thud... Nothing. Tears fell on my cheeks.

I ran up to the room where Angel was sleeping. She was a healthy color, breathing normally. The swim must have been too much for Analie's little body.

What was I supposed to tell Fang? That his little sister died? And Mary Lou, she would wake up to it. Well, luckily Fang hasn't come back yet.

-Maximum