I only had four reviews, but I thought I'd be nice and post this.

How has everyone's year been going?

Journal NOT a Diary!

Max's Journal

Afterwards

One Monday night a month Mary Lou would gather us around a match-made fire and serve BBQ Iggy grilled. It was something for all of us to look forward to through the month. It gave us all a chance to talk, and share stories of fun moments through the month.

Iggy and Ella were together, Mary Lou had a new boyfriend, and Fang and I were getting closer every day. Three months ago when Mary Lou hosted the BBQ, Fang announced he had something important to say before we ate. Iggy stopped grilling, the kids stopped talking to listen to him. We'd been at Mary Lou's for about about twenty years. Fang and I had a home of our own, Ella and Iggy were going house searching, Nudge was just on the lookout for a boyfriend.

Slowly, Fang pulled out a ring and got on one knee in front of me. Needless to say, it was the best night of my life. We're getting married next year.

I was going through the attic bozes the next day to find a cooking platter Fang and I needed (no, I wasn't cooking, Fang had a hidden talent for an oven). I ran across a box from Analie's room, that we had packed up to make room and my and Ella's junk.

Inside was this diary.

So, for an hour I was sitting against the box, reading this. Wow, I had a messed up life. I still explicitly remember killing Mom like it was yesterday, though I don't like to think about it much. I still explicitly remember being in that cellar under the house, and finding Analie and seeing her die.

Analie's room was coming apart. The wallpaper was peeling, the carpet coming up around the edges. All of us agree we're not doing anything to it until it comes off on its own. It wouldn't be right. Her bookself of dolphines and pictures are still where she left them, and won't be touched anytime soon.

Analie does come up sometimes between us. But we never talk about it with Mary Lou, she doesn't to us about her. I know she comes up in Mary Lou's thoughts, I'll see hurt on her face whenever Ella mentions her room or we do something she and Analie use to do. I don't blame her for not wanting to talk about. She should be with us.

Ella still hasn't read this, except when she came and smeared all that makeup on my face (I still don't wear any, by the way). After I finish writing this, Ella will read it. I haven't read over it until now, and it's probably a good thing I didn't. Knowing me, I would have been spazzing out.

This diary isn't going in the garbage. It's coming home with me and Fang once everyone reads it, and being kept. I'm sure the children Fang and I will have will want to read it, when they're old enough. I'll read it time and time again, focusing back when I was fourteen.

Which reminds me, Ella has never given me the rest of that money she promised. I'm not worring about it now, I'm glad I did it. There are so many things I've forgotten that I probably shouldn't have, written down in this diary. Don't worry about it, Ella. Save that eighty dollars for the house you and Iggy are planning to buy. It's not a big deal anymore.

Fwilliam. Hehe.

I just thought about Fnick. Happy times.

I wonder if I can convince the preacher to say Fnick during out wedding vows.

Probably not.

Other then our wings, our lives have been... well... normal... that word hardly fits properly. But we haven't been kidnapped or hunted, no accidents (except last summer then Gazzy pushed Angel from a tree and broke her arm). Gazzy and Iggy don't blow much up anymore, luckily. We even have some friends up in the city.

Every Thanksgiving we all go up to Kansas to spend with Mary Lou's family. They don't even know we have wings. Her parents are getting older, her father practically living in a hospital. None of us expect many more years for him in the world.

Well, there isn't much going on in our lives now. I don't regrete killing Mom, Fang was right, I had to do it. If I had gone home with Mom we would probably be dead by now. Our lives are good and looking up, and I don't expect that to change.

I guess I better let Ella and the others start reading this if they're going to finish it before the sun goes down. (Kenny Chesney's song just popped in my head. When the sun goes down, we'll be groovin when the sun goes down, we'll be feeling all right. Blame Nudge and her sudden love for Chesney Boy.)

So, this is the last entry I'll make in this. I'm on the last page, so I better stop before I run out of room. It's been fun keeping this diary and reading over it. I hope you like it, Ella. I guess this is it. Goodbye, diary.

-Maximum