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Antithesis

2011-04-04T16:24:00.004-04:00

This is a sneak peek at a story that's been playing around in my brain. I'd like to know what you guys think. Morgan stood on the short wall, staring out at the water. It was cold and their was still a sheet of ice on the lake, but the sky was blue and beautiful. Morgan closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. The breeze whipped around her playfully and she smiled. Suddenly, she felt a hand clamp onto her arm. Her eyes shot open in surprise as she was spun around. Morgan lost her balance and almost fell backwards, but the hand holding her arm steadied her. She looked forward and saw Michael. The wall Morgan was standing on was only a foot high, and Michael was a foot taller than Morgan when she was on the same level as him, so the two of them were now the same height. Morgan and Michael stared at each other for a moment; Morgan with a look of shock on her face, and Michael with a vacant but penetrating look on his. Slowly, Michael's hand found Morgan's hand, and he held it gently. Morgan glanced down at their hands together and her heart raced a little. Michael turned and began walking along the wall, still holding Morgan's hand. Morgan walked along beside him in silence. Her mind was running a mile a minute, but her thoughts were all jumbled and confused. Morgan flinched as a slight pain started at the back of her head. A headache, like the ones she had been getting recently, was beginning to form. She and Michael walked along silently until they came to the end of the small wall. The two of them stopped and Morgan looked over at Michael at the same instant he looked over at her. His eyes danced and she thought she saw the makings of a smile on his face, the first one she had ever witnessed from him, when suddenly, her mind was overtaken by the thought of pain. But the pain was not coming from inside her head; it was coming from inside her hand. Morgan gasped and pulled her hand away from Michael's before she looked down at it. What looked like a black cloud of smoke drifted from her hand into the air, and she felt like her hand was on fire, burning from the inside out. Before Morgan could think about what to do, the burning sensation snaked up her arm, causing her to panic. Michael stepped away from Morgan, a look of pain contorting his face as well. The pain in Morgan's hand and arm coursed through the rest of her body in a matter of moments. She wanted to drop to her knees, but the wall she was on was just wide enough for her feet. She stared down at both of her hands and wanted to scream. She was now emitting a white light from her palms, and the pain was increasing. She looked up at Michael, her eyes begging for help, but he was kneeling on the ground, clutching his stomach. He looked up at her and their eyes met. However, his eyes were no longer blue--they were black. Just then, a pain inside Morgan's chest exploded and she screamed, sure that it would be the last thing she ever felt. She felt herself growing faint and nauseated from the fire inside of her, and she lost her balance, falling backwards off of the wall, towards the water. Suddenly, Morgan shot up in bed, gasping for air. A cold sweat had formed on her brow, and her blankets had been thrown onto the floor. The early morning light streamed through her window, and she glanced over at her clock. It was 6:25 on a Monday morning... Morgan flopped back down onto her pillow and rubbed her forehead. She would have to get out of bed in five minutes, but her dream had left her more exhausted then when she had gone to bed last night. She sighed and shook her head. Hopefully her nightmare wasn't an omen of things to come... She really wanted this Monday to be a good day. Well, that's it. It's kind of in the middle of the story, but I wanted to post it to see what you guys think. Comments would be appreciated. EDIT: This is not supposed to be one block of text, but it won't keep the paragraphs separated. Stupid blogger.

Acting

2010-10-03T18:04:00.003-04:00

Tuesday was the first day of fall play auditions. I had signed up for them, and of course I was going.

After school, I headed to the auditorium. I wasn't feeling too nervous yet, but that feeling would come soon. I sat down four or five rows from the stage and pulled out some homework while we all waited for whatever was coming next. Everyone got a piece of paper and we all answered the questions that were on it before we gave it back to the directors of the play. After that, the auditions began.

We were called up in groups ranging from three to six and we were told what characters to read and off of what pages of the script. I read the blond (the same two lines) twice, getting some good laughter from the audience the second time. My nerves had, by this time, started up, but I didn't let it show in my voice. My hands were shaking, but I didn't know if that was obvious or not.

I got off of the stage and a few people on the ends of the aisles told me I had done a good job. I smiled and gave them a theatrical bow, saying a quick "thank you" as I did. I was feeling good. Those lines were the only ones I read that day, but I felt good about my performance.

Wednesday was the second day of auditions, and it was also the day that the callbacks were supposed to be posted. That morning, I checked the choir room door and saw the list. There was my name, printed on the list. I was one hop short of giddy as I walked off to my first class.

That day, though, I realized I had caught a cold from my brother. I had all of the symptoms of his cold, and I hoped that it wouldn't make me miss school the next day.

Thursday came, and I didn't realize it at the time, but I was probably fevering on and off all day. I was hot then cold then hot again, and my hands were clammy all day. By the end of sixth hour, I felt miserable. My head was throbbing, my voice was growly, and I wanted to go home and take a nap; but it was the day of callbacks, and I wanted to be in the school play more than I wanted a nap.

After sixth hour, I went to the auditorium. I sat in about the same place that I had sat before and two of the girls in front of me turned around and invited me to sit with them. I declined for multiple reasons (my cold, my backpack was already sitting beside me, I didn't know them, and I just didn't want to get up if I didn't have to). They realized that I had been at auditions on the first day and complimented me on how I had delivered my two lines. I smiled again and croaked a thank you.

We began the callbacks with the directors telling us that there were twenty-two of us there and only thirteen roles. I wondered why they had picked a play with such a small cast, but I wasn't worried about it. I was sure that I would get a part. They also told us that some of us would go up twice and some of us would go up four times, but that didn't mean some of us were worse than others. They're thought behind it was that they knew more of what some people could do as opposed to others, so I figured I'd get to go up quite a few times, since they'd never seen me act before.

I was called up and was told to read the part of a retired actress, so of course I turned on the drama. Again, my lines got some good laughs from the audience, but one of the directors told me that she couldn't hear the ends of my lines. My cold may have had something to do with that, and my mother told me that it's just natural that our voices get softer as we finish our sentences. It was an easy fix, and the in next two lines I read I thought I had remedied the problem.

Those were all of the lines I got to read, and I definitely didn't read as many lines as some people. I thought this was interesting, but I got a few more compliments from other people who auditioned and I left the callbacks happy. We were told that the list of cast members would be posted on the choir room door the next day, sometime after lunch. I felt miserable, but I was looking forward to the next day.

Friday morning I checked the choir room door. There was no list posted yet, but I didn't think much about that, because they had said that it wouldn't be posted until after lunch. I went through my day like it was just another normal day (even though I wasn't feeling one hundred percent healthy because of my cold). After lunch, I walked past the choir room door on my way to my fifth hour class. I glanced over at the door and saw the list. I stopped for a moment and scanned it quickly.

My name wasn't on it.

I turned and began walking down the hallway. There was only a five minute break between classes, so I hadn't looked over the list very carefully, and I might have missed my name, but I felt my eyes sting a little. I took a deep breath and blinked quickly. I shouldn't have checked the list... I thought to myself. No, my name is on it. I just missed it. I walked into my fifth hour class and pushed the list out of my mind. I'd check it again before choir.

Sixth hour came and I walked to the choir room. I stared at the list, going through all of the names...

My name wasn't on it.

I swallowed hard and quickly ducked into the choir room. I flopped my backpack down on a chair and took a deep breath. I got my folder of music out of the cupboard and set it on my chair by my backpack. My eyes were stinging, but I wasn't going to let myself cry. Not here, not in school. I took a drink of water from my water bottle and stared up at the ceiling for a moment, clearing my mind of thoughts. I blinked a few more times, took another deep breath, and forgot about the list until choir had finished. I pretended like I was fine, like I wasn't breaking down inside, like I wasn't confused. The directors knew that I needed to be in that play so that I could meet people. They both knew I was new. I knew I had done well, because people had told me so.

But I didn't think about that. I didn't talk about it, and I didn't let it show on my face. I put on a blank expression, pulled out my choir music, and sang. Not even my friend noticed my sadness enough to say something about it.

I knew for a fact that day that I was a good little actress.

Beauty

2010-09-26T21:00:00.002-04:00

If you look outside, you'll probably notice that the leaves on the trees are starting to change colors. Their morphing from shades of green to shades of red, orange, and yellow, just like a caterpillar in it's chrysalis. An interesting thought that I had never considered was pointed out to me earlier today, though; the leaves are nothing like the caterpillars in their chrysalis's', and for more than just the obvious reasons. While a caterpillar is changing into it's next stage in life, the leaves aren't. The leaves are only so beautiful because they're dying.

That's kind of how it is with us as humans. Now, when I say this, I don't mean literally. Most of us don't look very fabulous when we're dying--at least, not when we're physically dying. I'm not talking physically, though; I'm talking spiritually.

As a Christian, I have two "selfs" in me. I have my "old self" (which is the side of me that does all of the bad things) and I have my "new self" (the "self" that has been redeemed by Jesus Christ and isn't really me anymore, because me by myself is just the old self). These two "selfs" are at war with each other, always trying to get my attention. The old self wants me to go back to my sinful ways, but my new self wants me to follow God's Word. What am I to do?

To put it bluntly: Part of me has to die. Again, I'm not speaking in a physical sense, I'm speaking in a spiritual sense. I have to do something about that old self, and that "something" is to get rid of it. I have to "die" to the world, which means that I can't be doing all of the evil and wrong things that the world around me is doing; I have to be "transformed by the renewing of my mind". I have to put good things in to get good things out; I can't just be filling my brain up with all of the junk that the world is throwing at me.

To really change and be a beautiful person on the inside, I have to fill myself up with God. I have to cling to what His Word says. I have to trust Him and have faith in Him. I have to stop listening to the world and start listening to Him.

That doesn't mean that I can't have friends that aren't Christians or I can't associate with people who don't know Jesus Christ as their savior. It just means that I can't be like them. I have to stand out. I have to be different.

I have to be "beautiful."

Just like the leaves that die and become beautiful, my sinful self has to die so that I can become truly beautiful from the inside out.

Just think about how lovely our world would be if everyone did that.

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter 48

2010-09-03T12:45:00.003-04:00

"I don't understand it..." the scientist muttered to his female partner. "How did he escape without anyone noticing?"

"Have you checked the cameras?" she asked, looking over his shoulder. He nodded and clicked a few things on the computer, bringing up the video for that day. The two of them watched the footage go at double speed until it all suddenly went black.

"Whoa, what's that?" the woman asked, backing up a bit. The man sighed.

"I don't know. It seems as if the cameras shut down for about thirty minutes." he replied, glancing over his shoulder at the contemplative woman.

"That would give anyone ample time to escape..." she mumbled, more to herself than to her partner. "But how is it that no one saw him?" she thought for a few minutes before looking back up at the man.

"You'll have to tell--"

"No!" he exclaimed, cutting her off and jumping up out of his chair. "If I tell him, he'll kill me! He hates hearing bad news, and this is some of the worst news he could hear!" the scientist said, wringing his hands nervously.

"He has to know!"

"Not from me, he doesn't!"

"You were the one in charge of the experiment, so you have to tell him!"

"I was only recently put in charge, and I was only given a short sheet of facts about him! Nothing I read said anything about this!" the man motioned towards the computer monitor, which was still playing black video footage. The woman gave him a stern glare and he finally sighed. He was going to have to play a card he'd rather not use, but desperate times call for desperate measures...

"Fine, but if I go, you have to come to." the scientist said, pointing at the shocked woman across from him.

"What? Why do I have to go? Do you need someone to hold your hand?" she retorted, quickly getting over her surprise.

"No, you have to come because you're my partner, and that means you were in charge of the experiment, too. Besides," the man paused and took a deep breath. "I'd like you to be witness to my demise." the two stared at each other for a few moments before the woman nodded.

"All right," she said softly, "I'll go with you." the man smiled and held out his hand. His partner gave him a small smile in return as she took his hand and the two walked out into the hallway.

Knock, knock, knock. The man hit the door as softly as he could in hopes that perhaps the person inside the room wouldn't hear.

"Who is it?" a gruff voice called from inside.

"D-Doctor Alexander and Doctor Falicia, sir." the man stuttered, gaining control of his voice halfway through his sentence.

"Come in." the voice commanded quickly. Dr. Alexander opened the door and peeked inside. The room was furnished like the office of a CEO for an important company with a large desk in the middle of the room and an enormous chair behind the desk. The chair was turned so that the back was to the two scientists as they entered the room.

"I hope you have good news for me, Doctors." the man in the chair said softly. Dr. Alexander cleared his throat.

"Actually, sir, w-we don't. I wish we did, but-"

"Get on with it, Alexander! I don't have all day to listen to you stutter about your problems." the voice barked and Alexander and Falicia both flinched.

"Y-yes, sir," Alexander began once more and cleared his throat. "We're here about Experiment N1C01_43." the male scientist paused, waiting for a response from the man in the chair.

"Did he expire?" there was a bit of worry in his voice as he asked the question.

"Oh, no, sir," Alexander said quickly. "At least...not that we know of..." he finished hesitantly. There was another long pause as the two scientists looked at each other with worried expressions.

"He...escaped?" came the slow and soft reply.

"Yes, sir..." Alexander said with a nod, not that the other man could see it.

"Well, then, find him." Alexander and Falicia shared another worried look.

"Sir?" Falicia asked, almost as if she hadn't understood the command.

"Find him and bring him back here." the man in the chair said in a much sterner tone.

"But, sir, how?" Alexander asked quickly.

"You two were put in charge of him, figure it out!" the other man roared. Falicia and Alexander jumped. "You have two weeks to have him back here, or the two of you are out. And by out, I mean out." The two scientists gulped and nodded, and they had a feeling that even though he wasn't looking at them, the man in the chair could see them.

"Y-yes, sir," Alexander fumbled with his words once more.

"Use any means necessary. I want that experiment back here."

"Y-yes, sir,"

"Good. Now, get out!" the man bellowed and Falicia sprinted to the door, Alexander close behind. The two of them left the room and closed the door gently before they made their way back down the hallway.

"How are we going to find N1C01_43?" Falicia asked Alexander in a worried tone. Alexander took a deep breath before he opened the door to their lab. He sat down at his computer and began pounding away at it.

"We use any means necessary." he replied simply, bringing up a screen with a map on it. There, on the map, was a small blinking dot in the color red.

Help?

2010-08-30T17:54:00.004-04:00

I was just looking back at the comments on my blog and saw that on my "Do you want to see something cute?" blog post there was another comment. So, I looked at it and it was someone asking if I would be interested in drawing some pictures for their blog. They said that if I was interested I should send them a message.

One question: How?

If any of you know, I would be very happy if you would inform me of how to do such things.

Now, on to much more serious news. My great uncle passed away last night. =( Please keep my family in your prayers, guys and girls.

Yet another thing that makes me different from other people...

2010-08-22T21:42:00.003-04:00

There are a lot of things about me that some people wouldn't consider "normal". I won't go into the whole list, and whether or not you think I'm weird depends upon your definition of the word "normal". The following, though, is a little out of the ordinary for someone my age.

While surfing the Internet yesterday, I came across a blog post that had information on a certain contest. The U Rock music video contest (held by Disney.com) is basically you submitting a video that involves a short clip of music (apparently making the video a "music video"). The main rules are that the video can't be over forty seconds long, it can't have any music but that which the contest provides, and it has to be clean and with no logos, etc. There are four different songs you can pick from, each coming with a different prize for the big winner.

The first song is "Dance Forever" by Allstar Weekend. The prize is that you get to hang with the band. Sound cool? Yeah, I guess so.

The next song is "It's On" from Camp Rock 2, and the prize for that one is that you get to go see a Camp Rock 2 concert or whatever. (Something along those lines, I honestly didn't pay that much attention to it. I was too interested in what came after this one.)

The third song is (taken out of order, because this is more dramatic) "L.A. Baby" by the Jonas Brothers. The prize is getting to tour L.A. and/or meet the Jonas Brothers, I can't remember which. Once again, I didn't pay that much attention because I wanted to get past this one to the final song.

Last but not least, the fourth song is "Backyard Beach" by... Ferb Fletcher from Phineas and Ferb. (For those of you who don't know, Phineas and Ferb is a cartoon made of PURE AWESOME.) The prize for this song is that you get to meet the creators of Phineas and Ferb and you get a behind the scenes look at the show.

So, which one was I most excited about? Most definitely Phineas and Ferb.

Now, hanging out with Allstar Weekend would probably be cool, and seeing a Camp Rock 2 concert would be fun, and touring L.A and/or meeting the Jonas Brothers would probably be a blast, too, but meeting the creators of one of my (entire family's) new favorite TV shows would just be...amazing. This is how I see it: I'm interesting in writing of all kinds, including writing scripts and screenplay and things along those lines. I'm also into voice acting (for those of you who don't know, I'm in a podcast as the narrator and I'm the voice of a character in an online animated show...not to toot my own horn or anything...), so to go behind the scenes of an animated TV show would be something right up my alley.

Don't you think meeting the creators and going behind the scenes of Phineas and Ferb would be cool?

Well, here comes the sad part: the contest closes in less than twenty-four hours, and none of the videos that my brothers and I made are very good (well, I don't really like them, anyways). So, I don't think I'm going to be entering it. Maybe if I had learned about the contest sooner or didn't expect so much of myself I'd feel better about the videos...

I'm not sure why I wanted to tell all of you about this, but I guess this is more what a blog is for than what I've been using it for with fanfictions and whatnot...

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 47

2010-08-20T13:43:00.003-04:00

"Run!" I yelled, acting on my instincts. We all turned and darted back down the street in the direction we had come from. I glanced over my shoulder at the van and saw that it had sped up. We needed to take to the sky, but we couldn't just leave Jazz here.

"Why are we running?" Jazz asked as I ran up beside her.

"Um, hello! Big black van coming down the road towards us!" I said quickly. I counted heads and stopped in my tracks as I realized Angel wasn't with us anymore. I spun around and saw Angel staring at us all with a confused expression on her face.

"Angel, come on!" I called, the others stopping ahead of us a little ways. I gasped as the black van neared her. I dashed forward and got to her just in time, pulling her away from the road as...

The black van passed us. I watched as it passed the others, too. I let go of Angel and stared after the vehicle.

"Max, are you okay?" Angel asked slowly.

"I thought for sure..." I mumbled, my voice trailing off at the end of my sentence. The others began walking towards me. A blush lit up my face like a campfire lights up the darkness. When he reached me, Fang raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"What just happened?" Kalie asked from the back of the group. I thought for a moment before I shrugged and smiled sheepishly.

"Better safe than sorry?" I offered as a reply. Fang let out a sigh but he was smiling while he did it. He shook his head then took my hand again.

"Ya know, Max, things like this wouldn't happen if you'd take advantage of my full powers." Angel said suddenly.

Here we go again... I thought to myself with a sigh and an eye roll.

"I mean, if you would let me read your thoughts all of the time, we wouldn't have grabbed Jasmine back at the mall instead of you. And if you payed more attention to me, I could have told you that the people in that van were just some tourists on their way home. They seemed to be really lost, though..." Angel continued.

"Yes, but how much fun would that all be? I mean, if you guys hadn't grabbed Jasmine, we never would have met her or Sam or Kalie or Thing 1 and Thing 2. And besides, that little sprint was good for us. It kept us on our toes!" I said, faking enthusiasm here. I heard a few giggles from behind me and Angel frowned.

"I'm being serious, Max," she said in a completely serious tone. I sighed.

"Angel, I don't want you inside my head, and that's that, okay?" I said quickly. Angel's shoulders dropped a little and she looked ahead again.

"Fine," she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest. We all walked in silence for a few minutes before Gazzy spoke up.

"So, where are we going?" he asked.

"North, in the hopes of finding Jazz's mom." I replied matter-of-factly. That was all the answer I gave because beyond that, I didn't have a clue as to where we were going.

"How will we know when we find Jazz's mom?" Nudge asked from behind me.

"Well, Jazz knows what her mom looks like, and she knows her address, so it shouldn't be THAT hard..." I said with a shrug. Fang gave me a skeptical look and I shrugged again.

"Are we gonna walk the whole way there?" Gazzy asked incredulously.

"What do you want to do? Hitchhike?" I asked, turning around to see him. A smile crossed over his face.

"Yeah!" he said, running out in front of us. I rolled my eyes as he began walking in front of us with his thumb in the air.

"Gazzy..." I said his name in a whiny voice, making both syllables obvious. He completely ignored me and went on wagging his thumb in the air with a smile on his face.

"Who knows? Maybe his cuteness will actually catch us a ride." Jazz said with a smile. A few of the others laughed and I couldn't help but smile. He was pretty cute up there...

Do You Want to See Something Cute?

2010-07-13T15:22:00.008-04:00

If not, then avert your eyes! (Okay, these things totally uploaded in the wrong order and I don't know how to move them around, but whatever. We'll all live, right?)

Okay, this first little guy is an original character, so no taking him and calling him your own. I was bored one day while doing math and doodled him in my math notebook and thought he was adorable, so I decided to draw him in my actual sketch book. Isn't he cute when he's sad?

And here he is happier. =) But still just as cute.

And here's the whole page that I drew his little character sketches on. (That blank space at the bottom of the page is where I'll write his name in...once I figure out a name for him... =/ Why does the name Wilbur keep popping into my head?? I don't think I want a duck named Wilbur!)Okay, again, they uploaded in the wrong order. This one was actually supposed to come last, but whatever. For those of you who don't know, the following characters are chibbis. A chibbi is a little cartoon figure with a head that's too big for it's body but is cute because of it. This little guy isn't totally done yet because I lost my silver colored pencil. =( So all of is armor is white instead of silver. Poor Octavius... For those of you who don't know, this is (supposed to be) Octavius from Night at the Museum and Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian. I drew Jedediah and showed him to my brother and my brother asked if I was going to draw Octavius, so I decided I would.

This little lady is also from Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian. She's supposed to be Amelia Earhart. (I actually drew her after I drew Jed and Octavius because I had some space left in between them and had to fill it in somehow. She seemed like the best way to fill it.=) ) I didn't get her hair quite right, but it still looks nice. In my defense, curly hair is really hard to draw. I think I did pretty good on everything else, though. (She was one of my favorite characters in the movie, and I've read a bit about her and have come to realize she was pretty cool in real life, too. And not just because she was the first woman to fly across the Atlantic on her own.)

This next guy is Jedediah Smith (from Night at the Museum and Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian.). Isn't he just so adorable?? I just want to give him a hug! And look! His hat actually looks like a hat and not just a blob on his head! I think I did pretty good with the shading on him, too. I'm very happy with how he turned out, even though there are a couple mistakes (and his gun looks totally wrong, but I've never really drawn a gun before, and I didn't have any refference pictures for it, so it's not totally my fault... Wait, that excuse makes no sense...). But you have to agree that he does look cute, doesn't he? =)

And here's the group picture! All three of them, ready for action! (Ya know, no matter how many times I tell them they're cute, Jed and Octavius just give me this glare. Even when I was taking their picture, they glared at me! They couldn't even manage a smile! How rude.)

This is kind of a sneak peek at something I have in the works. (We'll see if I actually do it or if I get bored and decide to not do it...) Danny Fenton in Butch Hartman style! Whoo! He looks so happy and carefree... Weird. O.o

And Danny Phantom in Butch Hartman style! Looking a little more worried but smiling none the less. I think I did really well with the side profile of his body, but that's just me.

Okay, these guys are original characters that I've had for a year or so now, so if you steal them I will be forced to bring them to life and make them stalk you for the rest of your existence. So there. For those of you who haven't been around long enough to know who they are, C.J. is the Fire one, Charlie is the Air one, and Sammy is the Earth one. This is kind of like concept art for a comic idea I have for them. (That's kind of why they were originally created, but I haven't really gotten around to drawing much of the comic... I need to, though, because it's a really fun idea.) Go ahead, tell me which one you like best and why. I'd like to know your opinions. =)

Well, I guess that wraps it up. (I totally just deleted one of the pictures of my original characters... Oops... >.>) So, yeah, enjoy. =)

Danny Phantom/Fenton belongs to Butch Hartman but the artwork is mine. I'm not sure if the chibbis belong to anybody, soooo...yeah... =)

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 46

2010-07-10T12:49:00.002-04:00

"Okay, what's up?" I asked Fang when I was sure no one else was near enough to hear us. He shrugged and I hit him on the shoulder. He sighed and rolled his eyes then began speaking.

"I'm just kind of...stressed." he said slowly.

"Okay, about what?" I asked.

"Seeing Jazz read the book where I decided to go and find my own Flock reminded me that I had kind of ditched that mission... And the Flock that I had found..." Fang mumbled. "Plus, Kalie kinda freaked me out earlier." he said, glancing around to make sure she wasn't near us.

"Yeah, that was kind of freaky. Wait, you found a Flock?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Fang. He shrugged again.

"Just a group of wayward mutants..." his voice trailed off as he looked down at the floor and scuffed his feet against the carpet.

"Where are they now?" Fang looked around again before answering.

"Reading books, I think." he said, managing a small smile. I stared at him with my mouth hanging open.

"What?" I whispered hoarsely.

"After I left you and went on that search for more mutants, I found Sam and the others one day while I was flying. I asked if I could hang with them, and I did for a while, but then something told me I needed to come back to you. So I left them after telling them what was up and somehow found you. I'm not even sure how I found you... Something just kept telling me where to go... And then when I found you guys, I learned that Dylan was gone and decided to just stay with you. I didn't think I'd ever meet up with Sam, Kalie or Thing 1 and 2 again." Fang explained quietly, and I could tell he was using as few words as possible.

"Did Kalie ever go crazy when you were with them?" I asked quickly.

"Nope,"

"That is so weird... You met them then ditched them then I met them and they've kind of become a part of our Flock... Maybe that's what you were supposed to do in the first place. Just find more mutant kids and bring them to us to make our group bigger until we've got, like, an entire army to take down the bad guys. Whoever the bad guys are, now..." I said, getting a little more excited as I spoke.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Max, slow down." Fang said, holding up his hands and bringing me back into to reality. "How about we just figure out what's up with Kalie and the others before we get all crazy and go attack the bad guys. Like you said, we don't even know who the bad guys are anymore." I pondered this for a moment than nodded.

"Yeah, you're right... So, everything is okay?" I asked Fang quietly. He gave me a small smile and nodded. I smiled back and gave him a hug, and I was very happy when he returned it.

"Sorry if I was a jerk back there," Fang whispered into my ear.

"You were a jerk back there, but I forgive you anyways." I whispered back with an even wider smile. "Come on, let's go see if the others are ready to go now." I said as I released Fang from the hug and took his hand instead. As we walked back to round up the others, I thought about what Fang had said about finding me.

It was you, wasn't it, Nicolae? I thought to the Voice, pretty certain that it was him. I didn't get a response, but I didn't need one. How else would Fang have found me and the Flock? Well... Thanks for leading him back. That's one thing you've done right. I thought to the Voice, hoping he realized how happy having Fang back made me.

A few minutes later, all of us were back on the street, walking and talking and seeming fine. Fang and I were still holding hands, Iggy and Jazz were having a nice conversation with Kalie and Sam, and the younger kids were all laughing at their own jokes and things they had seen in the bookstore. Maybe today wasn't going to be so weird after all...

And of course the next thing I saw was a big black van barreling straight down the road towards us.

Mr Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 45

2010-07-09T16:31:00.002-04:00

Sometimes, I understand my life and the people I'm around. Sometimes, I don't understand anything at all.

Gazzy wanted to listen to a little kids story more than he wanted to find food. What was up with that?

Nudge wanted to read a little kids story to the kids who I thought were too big for such a thing. Weird much?

Angel actually represented her name and wasn't being a tiny terror. How often had that happened recently?

Fang was ticked off at me for some reason, but wasn't going to tell me why. Did I do something wrong to make him mad?

I didn't even understand what I was feeling as I stood there in the bookstore, staring ahead blankly. I had been feeling mad at Jazz then weirded out by the Voice (or Nicolae, what ever you want to call him) then happy at seeing the kids happy for once then confused because Fang had just brushed past me like that. Why couldn't my life ever be simple for once??

Nothing is ever as simple as it first seems, but people always tend to make it harder than it needs to be. The Voice suddenly rang into my brain. Before blowing up at him, I decided to think through the statement. Today, I had thought my relationship with Fang was going to be simple enough, but I had been wrong about that. So, what could I do to make it so that our relationship wasn't any harder than it needed to be...?

Very good, Maximum. You're learning quickly, now. The Voice said, and I could tell he was smiling.

Was that a compliment? I thought as my brow furrowed. What was going on with me? I was thinking before I was yelling? What was next, Fang being talkative? I sighed then turned around, heading over towards the graphic novels to find Iggy. I figured that where Iggy was, Fang wouldn't be far behind. After all, they both seemed to share a deep hatred for books.

"Hey, Ig," I said softly as I walked up behind Iggy.

"Hey, Max," Iggy returned my greeting in a soft tone, but he didn't turn around.

"Sorry we're taking so long here... I didn't realize Jazz was going to want to read the whole book and then storm out and then the kids were going to want to read another book..." my voice trailed off as I ran out of excuses. I sighed and stepped up next to him.

"It's okay, Max. I'm just kinda bored..." Iggy mumbled, moving his sightless eyes around the store.

"You could go over by the kids and see what they're reading." I suggested slowly. Iggy shook his head.

"Picture books aren't a lot of fun when you can't see the pictures."

"Then why are you over here by the comic books?" I glanced up at Iggy as his unseeing eyes became a little sadder.

"I was hoping that I'd be able to tell the colors and shapes well enough to be able to kind of read them. I already tried reading a regular book like that, but it all kind of ran together weirdly..." he replied with a sigh.

"Oh..." was all I could manage to say. We stood there for a few minutes in silence before Fang appeared with a few books in his arms.

"Iggy, I found some books you might--" he stopped speaking as he saw me and I managed a small smile.

"Fang, I think we need to talk," I said softly.

"Do we have to talk now?" he asked tensely.

"Yes, yes we do." I replied as I walked over to him.

"It's okay, Fang. I'll head over by the others and just listen to what they're doing." Iggy said, as if him being all right was what was keeping Fang back. Fang sighed and I took his arm, leading him away into another part of the bookstore. What it was we were going to talk about, I wasn't sure. I just knew there was something on his mind and it needed to be on my mind, too.

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 44

2010-06-23T20:33:00.003-04:00

Jazz and I walked back to the bookstore in silence, both of us obviously thinking about different things. I was still trying to process what the Voice had told me and if it was just a bunch of lies that I would be stupid to believe or if he really was some kind of super-mutant who wanted to help me. I didn't know what Jazz what thinking about, but I assumed it had something to do with whatever had happened up on the roof after I had left.

When we came to the bookstore, we began to quietly round up the others. I heard Nudge's voice near the children's books and walked over there as Jazz went over to the romance novels to get Kalie. I poked my head around a corner and saw Nudge sitting on a bench with Gazzy, Angel, Thing 1, and Thing 2 sitting cross-legged in front of her. She had a picture book in her hands with the pictures facing out towards the others, making it so she had to read upside-down. She was doing a pretty good job at it, though.

"'If I ran the zoo,' said young Gerald McGrew, 'I'd make a few changes, that's just what I'd do.'" I glanced at the other's faces while Nudge read. They all looked so young. Gazzy's eyes were glued to the pictures and his mouth was hanging open a little. Angel had a small smile on her face as her wide eyes looked over the words and the pictures. Thing 1 and Thing 2 just sat there, looking mesmerized by it all. A smile crossed my lips as Nudge continued to read. It was the cutest little picture I had ever seen, and I kind of wished it could have just gone on like that forever. But, alas, even the most beautiful things must come to an end... Like the fleeting sunset and--okay, forget the mushy metaphors. You get the idea.

I walked over to them, trying to be as quiet as possible. Nudge glanced up in the middle of a sentence and blushed. "Oh, hi, Max..." she said slowly. The others turned to look at me and their smiles disappeared.

"Hey, guys," I said softly. "Whatcha' readin'?" Nudge turned back to the book and I could tell she was embarrassed, even though I didn't know why.

"'If I Ran the Zoo', but Dr. Suess." Gazzy supplied quickly. "Can we finish the story? Please?" he asked, his eyes begging. I sighed.

"I dunno... Aren't you hungry?" I asked, remembering that we hadn't had breakfast yet today. Gazzy thought for a moment then replied.

"Yeah, but I want to hear the rest of the story." he finally answered. I raised an eyebrow. I have to admit that I hadn't been expecting that...

"Okay, I guess if you want to hear it that badly..." I said with a shrug. Their faces lit up again and they all turned back to the story.

"Thanks, Max!" Gazzy called as I walked away from them, towards the mystery section to find Fang.

"Hey," he said when I got there. He didn't even look up from the book in his hands.

"Hey," I mumbled in reply. I stopped next to him and looked over all of the books. "Did you see the younger kids over there?" I asked him.

"Yeah," Fang said simply. I gave him a look.

"Didn't you think they were cute?" I prodded as he continued to look at his book.

"Yeah,"

"And that's all you have to say?" I asked, getting a little annoyed by the one syllable responses. He thought for a minute.

"Yeah." he said as he closed the book. I expected to see a smile on his face, telling me that he was joking, but there wasn't one. His face looked as serious as usual, and I could tell there was something on his mind. I sighed and figured that if he wanted to talk to me about it, he would...eventually.

"So, where's Iggy?" I asked.

"I think he was over by the graphic novels. Ya know, a bookstore is probably his least favorite place to be..." Fang replied in a full sentence this time.

"I know, but I didn't think we'd be here for that long..." I replied softly.

"He can't even read braille." Fang mumbled and I rolled my eyes.

"I get it, Fang, you both want to leave. I told the kids we could stay for them to finish their story, though, so you're both gonna have to deal for a little longer." I said, getting a little irritated. This day hadn't been going so well for me.

"Fine, then," Fang snapped, closing his book and pushing it back into the shelf. "I'm gonna go find Iggy." he mumbled then brushed past me without the slightest care. I stared ahead with a look of disbelief on my face. What was up with people today?

New Blog Layout!

2010-06-17T19:01:00.003-04:00

So, what do you guys think? As you can see, I've totally changed the layout of my blog. New background, new fonts, new side for the sidebar, all that jazz. I've added a few new things and removed a few things, too. Let me know what you think!

P.S. I was thinking of Reesie as I added the "Search This Blog" thing down at the very bottom of the screen... Enjoy it, Reesie.

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 43

2010-06-06T16:23:00.002-04:00

Jazz glanced up at me and raised an eyebrow. "I thought we had determined that Jeb was the Voice but then he wasn't?" she said as more of a question than a statement.

"Yeah, but did you ever think about who the Voice really was?" I pressed, trying to get her to see the point.

"Um...kinda...but I never got that far with it..." she responded slowly.

"Well, apparently, he's a mutant." I said with a small smile. She looked at me, confused.

"How do you know?"

"Because I just got done talking with him." I said, my smile growing. The look of shock on her face was brilliant. I wish you could have seen it. Her mouth dropped open to form this big "O" and her eyes practically popped out of her head. It was the best shocked face I had ever seen.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me!!" she said excitedly. I told her about our conversation and the questions he had answered. She listened, wide-eyed and hanging on every word. When I had finished, her brow creased and she thought for a minute before saying anything.

"What did you say his name was, again?" she asked. I thought it was odd that she would ask me what his name was, since I thought there were much better questions to ask.

"N1C01_43," I replied, making sure I could get it right. "Why do you ask?" I glanced over at her and saw that she was writing down the combination of letters and numbers on the top of the roof with a piece of charcoal.

"Where did you get that?" I asked. She shrugged.

"You'd be amazed as to what people leave on old roof tops." she replied simply. I raised an eyebrow as she finished writing 'N1C01_43' on the roof. She thought for a minute then wrote another 'N' beneath the first one.

"What are you doing?" I really had no clue what was going through her brain, but it had something to do with his name.

"Do you know what leet speak is?" she asked, turning to face me.

"Um, no," I replied, really baffled. I wondered if it was some sort of language where you could swear and get away with it.

"Leet speak is this type of chat that some people use online. It's kind of like text talk, only they replace the majority of the letters in the alphabet with symbols and numbers. Like, instead of spelling 'leet' like L-E-E-T, they spell it L-Three-Three-T." Jazz explained. I gave her my signature "What?" look. She shrugged and looked back at her writing.

"So, how would you spell 'Max' in leet speak?" I asked suddenly.

"Leet speak is not something I'm fluent in, but I'm guessing it might involve the number four and some slashes or something." Jazz replied absentmindedly. She suddenly wrote the letter "I" underneath her number one then put the letter "C" after that. She then made an "O".

"'Nico'?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not done yet, okay?" she said, writing an "L" underneath the "1_". Next, she wrote an "A", then finished off her word with an "E". I tilted my head, looking at the two words. I kind of got how some of them would work, but leet speak wasn't a language I was going to start using any time soon.

"Nicolae..." I mumbled, saying the name out loud. "N1C01_43..." I contemplated the two combinations side-by-side and decided that Jazz was pretty smart. "Nicolae is a pretty cool name." I said, nodding at Jazz. She shrugged, and even though her face was turned from me, I knew she was smiling.

"So, are you going to call him Nicolae or the Voice?" Jazz asked as she sat up to look at me.

"I dunno, I've gotten so used to just the Voice that he'll probably stay that in my brain." I replied with a shrug of my own.

"Well, I think I'm gonna call him Nicolae. It makes him seem more...real, ya know?" she said with a small smile. I thought for a moment.

"If you say so," I replied simply then stood up. "Come on, let's head back to the others." Jazz stood up beside me and I began walking towards the box poking up out of the roof that lead to the stairs. When I got there, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Jazz staring down at the words she had drawn on the roof. "Are you coming?" I called to her. Her head snapped up and she jumped a bit, acting as if I had surprised her.

"Oh, yeah, I'm coming," she said as she began walking towards me. I opened the door then walked down the stairs. After reaching the bottom floor of the building, I walked to the door and waited for Jazz. I'm pretty sure I stood there for a good five minutes before she was by my side. So, the question that lingered in my brain as we left was... What was she doing up there for five minutes?

The Colored Version and the Winners!

2010-06-01T23:31:00.004-04:00

First... The winner!! In my hand is the envelope holding the name of the winner of the "Guess Those People" contest! *holds up envelope* Now, the winner is... *drum roll* *dramatic pause*

*opens envelope*

*gasp!*

I don't believe it (actually, I do believe it)! We have a tie! The first person to answer correctly was Liv--I mean, Anonymous! Congrats, Anonymous, you've won yourself FIVE MII POINTS*!! The next winner is only because I'm feeling generous. My Friendly Stalker, even though you cheated, you at least tried, so I'm giving you two and a half Mii points. Congrats, Stalker. Now, our third winner is Booklover181! Booklover181, you've won five Mii points! Congratulations, one and all, and thanks for playing! Be sure to tune in next time and you too could win big! Take us away, Bill!

*theme music plays and audience cheers as the show comes to a close*

Okay, now that that's done... Onto the real fun! Here's the colored version!

This, my friends, is history. It's my first time ever coloring a hand-drawn picture on the computer. The shading is kind of iffy in parts, but I really like them.

Tucker looks stinkin' adorable, as does Danny (although I think he looks a bit young...). I tried to draw Tucker with an expression kind of like Sam's, but I thought it just didn't look right on him. So he got a big happy smile instead. =P (But did I mention he looks stinkin' adorable??) Oh, and I want Sam's skirt. And leggings. And boots. And ponytail. Okay, I basically want her outfit...just with a longer shirt. =P (My dad saw Sam and he was like "She has a bellybutton." and I was like "Yes, yes she does." and my brother said something along the lines of "Everyone has a bellybutton..." and my dad went on to say something like "But you're such a modest girl..." and I said "Dad, that's the outfit she wears in the show." and then he's like "Oh, okay." =P I love my father. =) )

The outlining was tedious, but not that hard, and coloring was super easy (Ya know, after I figured out the right color...) It was really hard to get the right shades for Tucker's clothes and skin. You really wouldn't think it's that hard, but brown is really hard to find. O.o The other colors were all fairly easy to find, though. Then came the background... >.<>

Lots of thanks to my brother for his help with this. He's the one that does the coloring on the computer, so he told me how to do it and stuff. Plus he was very helpful with the shading, so thanks to him for that as well. =)

Okay, well, I've rambled on for long enough about this. Now you must comment and tell me what you like and what could use improvement. But be gentle, I really do like this...

*Mii points are not remembered or counted by Mii Maker and are not valid for exchange for any legal tender. Mii points are also not valid in the state of Utah. Sorry, Utah.

Guess Those People!

2010-05-29T21:09:00.004-04:00

*announcer* That's right, folks! It's time for your favorite game once more! Say it with me! *audience* Guess! Those! People! *announcer* And now, here's your host, Mii Maker!

*Mii walks onto stage and waves to crowd* Thank you, Bill! Now, let's get to the game, shall we? Today, we'll be looking at a few different pictures of three people. What you have to do is correctly tell me who they are, and you'll win a prize! Tell 'em what their prize is, Bill!

*announcer* You got it, Mii! Today's winners will win FIVE Mii points*!

*Mii* Wow! Five Mii points*? What a deal! Now, everyone is eligible for this contest and there can be multiple winners. However, if you're suspected of cheating, you will be disqualified! I'm really not sure how you would cheat on something like this, but I'm sure you guys could figure that out... All right, I'm going to show you the pictures then give you a few brief descriptions to help you figure our who these people are. On with the show!

These first few pictures are pictures of the individual people. The group pictures are after these.

At first, this kid appears normal, but he's got a secret identity as his town's protector and renowned ghostboy!

The humor and tech-geek of the business, this teenager helps his friends fight ghosts, but never knows when to keep his mouth shut...

This goth girl is witty, smart, and has a secret crush on one of her friends... Her family is also stinking rich, even though few people actually know that.

Together, these three friends keep the ghosts that haunt their town in check while making sure that no one finds out about one of their secrets... DUN DUN DUN!

All right, now, submit those answers, people! A colored version will be coming soon!

MR fanfic (MPOV AND TPPOV!) Chapter 42

2010-05-27T23:58:00.004-04:00

Maximum Ride walked out the door and N1C01_43 breathed a sigh of relief. She hadn't seen him, but she had listened to him. She was confused, but she believed at least some of what he had said. He sat down on the dirty floor of the building and rested his head on his knees.

Maximum Ride had been in the same room as him. Maximum Ride had been within inches of him. Maximum Ride had unknowingly touched him on her way out. He didn't know if he should laugh or cry, be overjoyed or so disconsolate that nothing could cheer him up. He decided to smile. Maximum Ride no longer loathed him. She no longer thought of him as scum, or worse, a whitecoat. She no longer knew what she thought of him, but she no longer hated him. And that made him happy.

He decided that he was still in love with Maximum Ride.

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After walking outside, I looked around to make sure no one was watching me then flew up to the roof. I saw Jasmine laying on her back, staring up at the blue sky. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the great Maximum Ride..." she muttered, not looking at me. I sighed then landed on the roof and folded my wings in.

"Why are you upset with me, Jasmine?" I asked, walking towards her. She didn't answer until I had sat down next to her. Her arms were folded beneath her head like a pillow.

"I guess... I'm not as upset with you as I am with my situation. I mean, I was kind of ticked at you and Fang and Angel after finishing the book, but I'm also kind of..." she paused and I noted that the whole time she spoke she didn't look at me. "I miss my mom." the way she said it, sounding so much like a pathetic lost kitten, made my whole defensive posture melt away. I had come up here expecting to argue with her, but instead she was here wiping away tears.

"I know how you feel," I said softly. Jazz sniffled and wiped at her eyes again.

"No, you don't! You have your Flock, which is like your big family, and I don't. I mean, I don't fit in with you guys because I'm not a mutant bird freak, I don't work on the same schedule as you guys, and I just kind of feel like I'm a useless slug who doesn't do anything except slow you guys down." Jazz's body shook and she broke down into tears. "I miss my mom and my dad and my brothers and I want to go home!" she sat up and put her hands to her face as she finished.

"Oh, Jazz..." I said softly as my motherly instincts kicked in and I wrapped my arms around her. She leaned towards me and continued to cry, letting out occasional sobs but being fairly quiet. Her body shook, and I did know how she was feeling, though not exactly. I knew what it was like to miss my mom, but I did always have the rest of my family with me. I had everyone around me to love me, depend on me, make me feel like I was needed and there for a reason. Jazz was right... She didn't have that. She was just the extra tire that nobody needed but was kept around, just in case.

She sat there, crying, for a good five minutes. I sat there, trying to think of what to say to her when she stopped crying. When the time finally came around, the only thing I had thought of was--

"I'm sorry."

Jazz sat up again and wiped her eyes. She sniffled again and stared ahead for a minute before responding. "Apology accepted." she said simply. We sat there for a few more minutes in silence as a few lonely clouds drifted overhead. I glanced over at Jazz once more and decided I wanted to tell her about the Voice and the conversation I had just had with him.

"Hey, Jazz, did you ever really think about who the Voice was while you read the books?"

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 41

2010-05-22T13:37:00.003-04:00

"Yes, those headaches were because of me. If it is any consolation, they caused me more pain than they caused you." he said softly.

"Oh, right. I'm sure that the monster headaches that made me think my head was going to EXPLODE caused you more pain than they did me." I retorted sarcastically. I folded my arms in front of my chest and shook my head.

"You may not understand what I mean, but that is beside the point. The point is that after a few attempts, I was able to get inside your head and see what you saw and hear what you heard without causing you pain."

"Wait, what about all of those weird pictures? And that kid's computer? And the TV's?" I asked quickly.

"Those images were my first attempt at telling you to save the world. They actually appeared on the computer screen by accident, but after I found out that I could do that, I purposely projected them onto the televisions. As it turns out I'm a technopath as well as an incredibly gifted telepath."

"Okay, a couple more questions. One, what about the Ouija board? Two, what's a technopath? And three, is telepath a real word?"

"When I saw that you weren't taking me seriously, I thought you might need a little more visual aid to convince you of my legitimacy. By seeing what you were seeing, I was able to use telekenisis--the ability to move things with one's mind--to make the board say what I wanted it to say. I have a great many powers, Maximum. All of them have to do with great mental ability.

"To answer your other questions, a technopath is someone who can control technology with their mind and telepath may or may not be a word used by the general public, but who's to say that's what makes it a real word or not?" There was a smile in his voice as he said this last statement.

"So, you can see everything I see, then...?" I asked slowly, just to make sure I was understanding this right.

"Yes, Maximum, I can see everything you see."

"So...when I, um...go to the--" I began but was interrupted by The Voice.

"Oh, Maximum! No! I would never do something like that! Why would you even think that? Ugh, no, never, Maximum!" he exclaimed suddenly. I let out a sigh of relief.

"Hey, since I have you here, how about a more serious question. How am I supposed to save the world? I mean, I've been doing a lot to raise awareness about Global Warming, but I don't think I can really stop that..." I said while looking around for him again. I heard a soft chuckle coming from behind me and spun around, just to see that he wasn't there.

"Global Warming is not what you are supposed to be stopping, Maximum. It is merely a distraction, created to keep you occupied while things more sinister are going on behind the scenes." I shuddered at the new found darkness of his voice.

"Okay, so what am I supposed to be stopping?" I asked, confused.

"Them." A chill crept down my spine as images of whitecoats and the school were projected into my brain accompanied by that simple proclamation.

"But I already stopped them! Don't you remember book three?" I asked, pushing the pictures out of my mind.

"Who is to say that they can't reform, Maximum? Who is to say that there's not a new plot to take over the world? These people are mad, Maximum, and they will stop at nothing until they have achieved their goals." his voice was rising slowly as he spoke but dropped suddenly towards the end of his last sentence. "Only you can stop them. Only people like you can stop them. Do not think you can do this on your own. You're going to need all of the help you can get. Itex is growing again in the shadows, coming back to life, and you have to stop them."

"What's the point of stopping them if they just keep coming back?" I asked loudly, my voice echoing off of the walls of the building.

"The point is saving the world, Maximum. Saving the world before it's too late. Before they control everything." I swallowed hard and looked around again.

That's all I can say for now, Maximum. This time, The Voice was in my head, and it was The Voice's regular voice, not his real voice. Jasmine is up on the roof. I stood there for a moment more, looking around for him, before I turned and walked outside. As I walked towards the door, though, I could have sworn something touched me...

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 40

2010-05-07T23:07:00.004-04:00

"I was created, just as you were, by scientists. I was raised, just as you were, in a lab, living in a cage, just like you did. Unlike you, no one bothered to save me. No one bothered to free me from my prison. In order to survive, I was forced to do what the scientists wanted. I trained my mental abilities, listening in on the thoughts of the scientists and other mutants. One day, quite by accident, I spoke to a scientist in his mind. The others soon learned of it and found out about my abilities, forcing me to train myself more vigorously and tracking my progress.

"I heard much about you during that time, Maximum Ride. You were the most thought about experiment -- especially after you and your friends escaped. The scientists told me to find you, and after a while of searching, I found you." he paused and I thought I heard him swallow.

"And you ratted us out? You're the reason Angel got kidnapped, aren't you?" I asked, my voice rising again.

"No, I found you before that. I'm the reason Jeb left you." he said calmly. "But that's another story for another time A story for Jeb to tell you, not me." I heard him take a deep breath and I wondered when I'd see Jeb again to ask him about this fresh piece of information.

"Anyways, I was assigned to keep track of you and find your exact location. I had been telling them that I couldn't find the address of your home, but they had assumed that there wouldn't be one. What they wanted was a latitude and longitude location, not an address." I was half tempted to ask him about latitude and longitude, but I was too interested in this story to interrupt it. "After a very long while of putting them off, I was forced to either tell them what they wanted to hear or try to outrun the Erasers. I knew I wasn't as fast as an Eraser, so I did what I thought to be the sensible thing and told them where you were. In retrospect, I now think it would have been wiser to have kept my tongue from betraying you.

"They left me alone after that, but I kept reading your thoughts. I stayed with you, even though I wasn't told to. I had grown a bit attached to you, I am embarrassed to admit..." he gave a bit of a nervous cough and I felt my cheeks flush.

"After a week of telling them about you, I was aware that there was a new mutant in the facility somewhere. After reading her mind, I found out that it was none other than Angel. I was ashamed of myself, because I knew I was the reason she was there. I knew that because I had given them what they wanted, she was going through torture. I hated myself, Maximum." he paused again and I heard him take another long breath.

"You should hate yourself..." I muttered. It was because of him that our semi-normal lives had been disrupted.

"I know I made terrible decisions, but if you had been in my position, what would you have done? Think about that and answer it honestly, but not now, because there is more to the story." he said quickly before beginning again. "I focused more on the minds of the scientists and Angel after that, trying to find out how she was and what they were thinking about her. I still listened to what you were thinking and wished I could have talked to you regarding Angel. I was so angry at myself and so...afraid of what would happen because of what I did that I made myself sick. The scarce meals I was fed I refused to eat, causing a few of the scientists to worry. They thought that something was going wrong with my organs and were worried that they were going to lose one of their most 'brilliant' experiments. I was worried something bad was going to happen to you. And then...something did." there was a long pause where the only thing I could hear was my breathing. I held my breath at one point to try to hear him and found that the reason I couldn't hear him was because he was inhaling and exhaling at the same time I was.

"They caught you, Maximum. You and your two friends. They brought you to the same place we were and locked you in a cage in the same room as Angel. The room right next to mine. You don't know how many times I put my fingers through the bars of my cage and touched the wall separating us, trying to feel your presence...wishing I could just phase through those bars and come to your rescue... I realize now that I had become a bit obsessed with you and maybe even...fallen in love with you." My jaw dropped and I stared ahead blankly. The Voice had fallen in love with me before he had even become The Voice. I decided that that was flattering and creepy at the same time. "I continued to listen to your thoughts and the thoughts of the scientists. When they brought you out onto that field I was shaking with fear. I thought you were going to die, and there was nothing I could do about it. But then you escaped, and I had to stop myself from yelling with joy. The scientists thought I was going mad, because they'd never seen an experiment smile like that before.

"After they lost you, I was instructed to tell them where you were going, but I didn't want to. I told them I wouldn't, and they told me they'd kill me. I told them I didn't care, and I knew that they wouldn't do that, because I meant to much to them. I won't tell you what they did to me, Maximum, because the memories are too painful for me to relive. Finally, though, I was broken. I had been practicing a new technique on the scientists, and decided to practice it on you. It was where I would force myself into someone's mind to see and hear what they saw and heard while still listening to their thoughts. Unfortunately, that technique had very bad effects on the person I was using it on, and I think you had a name for that..." he paused and I remembered flying through the air when a monster headache had struck.

"The brain-blasts..." I muttered, starting to put the pieces together. This was turning out to be the most interesting story I had ever heard...

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If this chapter sounds weird and kind of choppy, I apologize. If it doesn't totally go with the book, then in my defense, it's been a while since I read book one. >.> I hope you enjoyed it anyways.

P.S. There is a certain Person Who Must Really Like My Blog (also known as a "follower") who has a rather inappropriate avatar picture thing. You know who you are, PWMRLMB. I would greatly appreciate it if said person would be kind enough to change their picture, because I would hate for my rather child-friendly blog to be made un-child-friendly by a PWMRLMB. I regret to say that if said PWMRLMB doesn't change their picture soon, I shall be forced to block them, because I don't know how else to get that off of my blog... Many apologies, but I hope you understand where I'm coming from. =/

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 39

2010-04-06T18:34:00.003-04:00

I looked around frantically for whoever it was that was talking to me. I determined that the voice was either a boy or a really boyish sounding girl, so it definitely wasn't Jasmine. (Unless she could make her voice sound way different than it was...) Plus, I thought I detected a slight lisp.

"Who's there?" I called out into the darkness. I thought I was facing the direction where the voice had come from, but I didn't know for sure.

"I can assure you I'm not your enemy, Maximum." he said, sounding like he was behind me.

"And how can I be so sure? For all I know, everyone's my enemy." I said defiantly.

"You and I both know you don't believe that, Maximum. While there are people who would prefer your existence to be a short one, there are people who love you very much and would do anything to protect you." his voice was calm, light, and his way of talking was waaaaay different than anyone else's I had ever met. So, basically, I had no idea who he was.

"Who are you?" I asked, stopping short of a yell.

"Calm down, Maximum. I only wish to speak with you." his sounding so calm made me want to strangle him, whoever he was.

"Who are you?" I repeated, yelling this time.

"You don't recognize me? I'm hurt."

"Trust me, when I'm done with ya, you will be hurting." I growled. I heard him chuckle. There was a moment of silence where I scanned the dim building, trying to see him. It was like he was invisible or something, because no matter how hard I looked, he wasn't there. "Who are you?" I screamed, hoping my persistence would pay off.

"I'm known as N1C01_43 to the scientists, but you call me by many names." he paused as I tried to figure out who it was. It didn't sound like Jeb or Fang or Iggy or...well, I guess it could have been Gazzy playing a trick on me, but I never remembered anyone calling him N1C01_43... "The most common name you use when referring to me is 'The Voice'," my breath caught in my lungs. If this was Gazzy playing a trick on me, I was going to pound him to within twelve inches of his life. I heard him chuckle again and regained my composure.

"No, Maximum Ride, I am not the Gassman." Okay, so I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised when he read my mind, since if he was The Voice, he did it all the time. I took a deep breath then began speaking.

"You have 3 seconds to explain a lot of things," I said, still trying to find him. If this was what he really sounded like, I had to know what he really looked like.

"I shall answer all the questions I can, Maximum." he said. It sounded like he was on surround sound so I didn't know where to look for him.

"Is that how you really sound?" Yes, that was my first question. Why? Don't ask.

"Yes, Maximum Ride, this is my true voice." he replied with yet another chuckle.

"Then why don't you sound like that in my head?"

"Because I didn't want you to know how I really sound until we spoke in person."

"How come Jeb can do The Voice voice?" I wondered if that question made any sense.

"Jeb has always been able to use the same voice I used when speaking to you telepathically."

"Then why did you sound that way in my head?"

"I thought using his voice would make you feel less apprehensive about it. Apparently you didn't know about Jeb's other voice at that time, though, so the effort was a bit in vain, I suppose." I was wishing he would talk normally, because all of those large words were making my brain work too hard when it was already reeling.

"Why have you been in my head?" I asked probably the biggest question yet as loud as I could. There was a pause before he answered.

"That question has a much longer answer than the others, Maximum." he said softly.

"I have time." I folded my arms over my chest and glared around the room. Whether that was a lie or not I wasn't sure, but I really wanted the answer to this question, and I was going to get it. One way or another.

Easter is not just about the candy, people

2010-04-04T15:33:00.004-04:00

Maggie looked around in awe. She didn't think it would actually work, but it had. "Jon? Stephanie? Hannah?" she called out, trying to see through the crowd. No one answered, and that fact troubled her. She took a deep breath and took in her surroundings a bit more. She was on a busy road with people and animals all around her. The air smelled like a farm with too many people working on it mixed with a sweet smell she couldn't identify. Upon further inspection, she realized she was in an outdoor market of sorts.

"Out of the way, child!" a woman yelled, pushing Maggie towards a stand with some sort of pastry being sold on it. It was then that Maggie realized she was hardly dressed for the time and place she was at. She was wearing her t-shirt, shorts, and Crocs, while everyone here wore a long coat over what she thought to be a very boring dress. She knew where she was, she just hadn't expected to be there.

"Baklava, child?" a voice asked her from behind. Maggie turned around to look and realized the speaker was a rather round man with a beard and hair that shrouded his whole face. Maggie glanced down at the pastry he was holding out to her and shook her head.

"No, thank you," she said softly. She began moving down the street, keeping an eye out for her friends. Eventually, she walked far enough to come to a quieter part of the city. She stopped and sighed, thinking about how hot and thirsty she was here. There were trees here and there, but mostly the surroundings consisted of brick houses (and not the type of brick she was accustomed to) and sand.

"So, this is Israel, huh?" Maggie murmured to herself, looking around again. Suddenly, two women came running down the road towards her. Following them a little ways was a young girl...wearing a pink tank-top and shorts. "Hannah!" Maggie yelled, running past the two woman and up to Hannah.

"Maggie, I just saw the COOLEST thing EVER!!" Hannah exclaimed. She was easily excited, so Maggie didn't think whatever it was could possibly be that spectacular.

"Yeah, what was that?" Maggie asked as the two continued walking in the direction Hannah had been running.

"An angel! A real, live angel!" Hannah exclaimed and Maggie stopped right in the middle of the road.

"What?" she asked, unable to comprehend this piece of information.

"I was just at the tomb, and the stone was all rolled away, and there was an angel there that told the women to go and tell the disciples that He's risen, just like He said!" Hannah was practically bouncing with excitement, now. "We have to keep going, come on!" Maggie began running along side her friend, wishing she had been there to see such a thing.

"Hey, have you seen Jon or Stephanie?" Maggie asked, panting, as they turned a corner.

"Stephanie stayed behind with the other Mary, but I haven't seen Jon." Hannah replied quickly. They caught sight of the two women just as they entered one of the many stone buildings. They ran up to one of the windows and crouched outside of it.

"The stone was rolled away, and an angel was there, telling us that He's risen!" one of the women said.

"What?" the voice of a man asked in disbelief.

"I saw it too, I did!" the other woman exclaimed. There was the sound of people and things moving around before the door burst open again. A man ran out and down the street where the women had just come from, followed shortly by another man, who was followed by a boy in shorts and a t-shirt.

"Jon!" Maggie gasped. "Come on!" she said, chasing after them. She and Hannah followed the two men until they came to a stop in front of a cave with an enormous stone next to it. Jon stood behind the two men, staring up at the tomb. Maggie couldn't help but stare as well. Hannah bent down to the ground and picked up a small rock. She threw the rock at Jon's back, hitting him.

"Ow!" the two girls heard him say as he spun around. Jon saw Maggie and Hannah and ran over to them without the men noticing. They were going into the tomb, anyways.

"I wondered where you two were..." Jon said, frowning at them.

"I was thinking the same thing, big brother." Maggie said with a smile. "Now all we need to find is-"

"Psst!" the three kids turned to see another girl standing behind a tree a ways away. Their faces lit up as they dashed towards her.

"Stephanie!" Hannah said, hugging her older sister.

"Yeah, nice to see you too," Stephanie said, untangling herself from the hug. "You are not going to believe what I saw!"

"An angel?" Maggie asked.

"Who said Jesus had risen from the dead?" Jon finished. Stephanie's happy expression faded for a moment.

"Guess what else I saw..." she said, lowering her voice. The three other kids leaned in a little closer. "I saw Him! Jesus!" she whispered excitedly.

"No. Way." Hannah said, her eyes widening. Stephanie nodded so hard it looked like her head just might fall off of her shoulders.

"He is risen..." Jon breathed. Maggie's mind spun. She wanted to see the angel, the look on the disciple's faces when they heard the news, but most of all...she wanted to see Jesus. Instead, she had been saying no to baklava, whatever that was... She blinked her eyes a few times to hold back the tears she suddenly felt there.

"Are you okay, Maggie?" Hannah asked. Maggie nodded quickly, looking away. The two men were now exiting the tomb and running back to the city from where they had come.

"Should we go back with them?" Jon asked.

"I guess so," Stephanie said in reply. The group began following after the two men, but Maggie lagged behind. She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffed. Why did she always miss the exciting things?

"Worry not, child," Maggie heard a voice behind her for the second time today and wondered if she was about to be offered more baklava. "You are blessed, because even though you do not see me, you still believe I am here." Maggie's eyes widened and she spun around. No one was there. She glanced down and saw, on the ground, a square of baklava sitting on a small piece of paper. She picked up the two things and put the paper in her pocket, then proceeded to put the baklava in her mouth. As she began tracing the footsteps of her friends, she decided she liked baklava...

And she most certainly liked finding out that He had, indeed, risen from the grave.

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 38

2010-04-03T13:16:00.004-04:00

I stood out on the sidewalk and looked around for Jazz. Apparently she was faster than I had given her credit for, because I didn't seen any sign of her. "Great..." I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest. "What am I supposed to do now, Voice?"

Follow the signs, Max. I was a little surprised that I actually got an answer from the Voice to a question I asked it.

What signs? I thought back, less annoyed than before. I looked straight ahead and saw a green road sign that I hadn't seen before that said simply, "TURN LEFT" I turned left and saw a four-way intersection. I walked quickly to the intersection and sighed.

What now? I thought.

Maybe you should try the road less taken. The Voice replied with what sounded like a small smile. (I may have been imagining that, though.) I thought for a minute then wondered if the "TURN LEFT" sign would apply here, too. So, I turned left again. On the road that led left there was a yellow diamond sign that had "Dead End" written on it in black letters. It didn't look very traveled to me. I marched towards the dead end and came to an old run down building that looked like it hadn't been used in years. "Road less taken..." I mumbled to myself and jogged towards the door. I smiled a little as I thought about how good I was getting at solving the Voice's riddles. Then I got a little worried about starting to understand the voice in my head...

The door was half-open, so I was able to slip in without opening it anymore. The building was dark with only a little bit of light coming in from the windows. It was a couple stories tall with two staircases. One that ran up one end and another that ran up the opposite end of the building. Now, even though the building was tall, it didn't have floors. Just partial ones. But it looked like it was built that way. I couldn't tell what it had been used for, but there were things hanging from the ceiling that looked like they could be pretty good weapons in a fight.

Suddenly, I got that feeling that I always got when I was being watched. I spun around and peered into the darkness. My eyes can see better than the average human because, well, I'm not the average human. "Hello?" I called out into the open (but stale) air. I was hoping it was just Jasmine sitting up there somewhere.

"Hello, Maximum Ride," I was greeted by a voice I couldn't remember hearing before but sounded oddly familiar. It was calm, soft, and seemed to float through the air like a feather caught on an updraft. "I've been expecting you."

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 37

2010-03-23T23:56:00.003-04:00

We were walking down the street some more when suddenly, Jazz was no longer in our group. I turned around and saw her standing in front of the window of a store. If she was looking at clothes, I was gonna have to slap her upside the head, because then Nudge would be all like "Max, can I get it, please?" and it would be something with a skirt that we couldn't afford and I'd have to convince her that it wasn't practical or anything...

"Come on, Jazz," I said, walking over to her.

"Must. Go. Into. Bookstore." she said in a monotone voice.

"Why?" I asked as I turned to look in the window. She pointed at one particular book, and I got it. The title was Fang: A Maximum Ride Novel.

A couple hours later, I was standing in front of Jazz, hands on my hips. "Okay, can we go-" Jazz held up her hand to silence me as she finished reading the last page. Apparently she was a bit of a speed reader or something. The others were all nearby in the bookstore in pairs of two to four. Jazz suddenly closed the book and looked up at me, her eyes calculating.

"So, how long ago was this collection of experiences?" she asked.

"Long enough ago for the book to be written, edited, printed, then shipped all over the world." I replied, crossing my arms over my chest. The way she was looking at me made me want to get all defensive. She was kinda freaking me out.

"Where's Dylan?"

"Guess you'll find out in the next book."

"He's not dead, is he?" Jazz asked hesitantly.

"Dunno. Woke up one morning and he was gone." I said with a shrug of my shoulders. Jazz raised an eyebrow. We stared at each other for a moment then she stood up.

"So, are all of you total stupid-heads or is it just you, Fang, and Angel?" she asked bluntly. I was so shocked I forgot to answer for a minute.

"Excuse me?" I asked, too dumbfounded to say anything else.

"Angel was a stupid-head for obvious reasons, and you and Fang were stupid-heads by being so focused on each other you were blind to everyone else." she said, standing up. I stared at her, my mouth hanging open.

"Who gave you the right to judge me?" I asked, trying hard not to yell. She held up the book and stared at me for a moment before answering.

"You did." she dropped the book on the chair behind her then quickly turned and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" I called after her.

"To get some air!" she hollered back, not looking over her shoulder.

"Well, don't blame me if an Eraser jumps out of the bushes and carries you away!" I screamed as she got to the door. She opened it then turned to look at me for a brief moment as she pushed the door open.

"I won't!" the door slammed behind her and I wanted to kick something...hard. I half-wished M-Geeks would storm into the bookstore so I'd have a good reason to beat something up.

Max, remember what you promised her mother. The Voice said as I paced angrily by the now vacant chair. I clenched my fists and took a deep breath, trying very hard not to swear at the Voice.

Fine. I finally thought back to the Voice then stormed towards the door to the outside world. Fang was standing by the door, his eyebrow raised.

"You're in charge until I get back." I said, trying not to sound snappy. He nodded his head slowly, and even though I didn't see his eyes following me, I knew he was watching me closely.

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 36

2010-02-27T20:41:00.002-05:00

"Max, I'm hungry..." Gazzy said from behind me. We were walking along the sidewalk now, and this was the fourth time he had said that in the past two minutes. I sighed and bit mu tongue. I took a deep breath then spoke in the most loving tone I could muster.

"I know, Gazzy. If you see a place to eat, let me know."

"Um, we just passed a place." Nudge said, jogging a few steps so she was walking next to me. Angel was on the other side of me, holding my hand. We were walking in the downtown area now, which wasn't as busy as where we were when Kalie went all Killer on us.

"Nudge, that place was closed and probably cost more to feed one of us than we have." I said, my patience wearing thinner.

"Then where are we gonna eat?" Gazzy asked--I mean, WHINED. I stopped where I was and looked around. There was a rather normal looking car coming towards us and a few people on the opposite side of the street not paying attention to us. I waited for the car to pass then turned to our large group.

"Okay, as soon as those people get a little bit farther down the street, we're gonna fly over this building and land behind it. There's probably a dumpster back there somewhere with food in it." I said in a low tone to all of them.

"Yeah, like behind that restaurant we passed!" Nudge said, sounding much to excited to eat out of a dumpster.

"Um, I can't fly." Jasmine piped up while raising her hand.

"I'm sure a couple of us can grab you and carry you up and over." I said, positive me and Fang could. I saw her face, though, and it looked a bad color of pale. I guessed she'd never gone dumpster diving for food... Well, there's a first time for everything! I glanced down the street and saw the people were much farther away now, so we were probably safe to fly over the building now. I opened my wings and grabbed one of Jazz's arms.

"We're gonna take a running start, okay?" I said to Jazz. Iggy came forward and took Jazz's other arm. I thought that was a little odd but was a little bit happier that he was more willing to help her than Fang was. Jazz nodded and we began an slight jog across the street. Iggy and I began to flap our wings in unison so we wouldn't whap each other. In a matter of moments we were up in the air and the rest of the group was following after us. Jazz was as tense as could be, but I could understand that. I mean, if I were in her position I'd probably be freaking out that I was going to be dropped. But that was just me.

We were over the building and on the other side if it in no time flat, which was good. I didn't want us to take forever. We landed and I'm sure if we would have landed some place grassy, Jazz would have hugged the ground. But the earth back here was filthy and covered in who knows (or really wants to know) what, so it was probably best that she didn't.

"Dumpster over there!" Nudge called, pointing back the way we we had come from. We were in a small alley that was just big enough for a garbage truck to drive down. On either side of us were the backs of buildings. We walked down to the dumpster and began rummaging for food that still looked and smelled like food.

Let me let you in on a little secret. Gazzy gives a whole new meaning to dumpster diving. Most people don't actually dive into the dumpster, but he does. Sometimes he goes head first, other times he does a cannonball. Today was a headfirst day. Jazz stood a few feet away from the rest of the group and watched with a look that was a mix of horror and wonder.

"Hey, I found half of a cake!" Gazzy called from in the dumpster.

"Oh! What kind?" Thing 1 asked excitedly.

"Chocolate...I think..." Gazzy replied as he emerged. He held up a cake that was mostly intact and held it out for everyone.

"Want some, Jazzy?" I asked her. She shook her head, looking a little less pale and a little more green.

"No thanks. I had a big dinner." she said softly. She, of course, was lying. I mean, that dinner may have been big for her, but I would still have been starving after it...

"Your choice." I said with a shrug. I took a bite of the cake then quickly spit it out. "Okay, no cake. There is somethin' funky in there..." I said. Gazzy frowned and let the cake fall to the ground and splatter all over. Maybe Jazz's choice was the right one...

Do I need this? No. Do I get this? Yes.

2010-02-11T21:11:00.003-05:00

Okay, this post is going out to EVERYONE. (Yes, Chris is included.) I came on here today expecting everyone to be all chill and blah, but no, you people are all bickering over what I said in a comment. So here's the deal. You people can comment, but I'd really appreciate it if you didn't fight over stupid things. I'm really tired today, so my judgement may be slightly impaired, but with my life being a little crazy with packing and stuff, I don't need my BLOG being hectic. I'm glad you guys read my blog, I just don't want you to be angry at other users or me or whatever. So please, please, PLEASE think about what you're saying before you post and try not to hurt people's feelings.

I thank you all for taking the time to read this message. I apologize if any feelings were hurt by what I said, I just really don't want to have to deal with people fighting over something stupid I've posted.

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter 36

2010-02-07T15:50:00.003-05:00

He walked quickly and quietly down the sterile hall, past doors that were open and doors that were closed. He glanced through an open door and his heart broke a little more inside. He wished he could save them all, but that wasn't his job. He looked up and saw a female scientist up ahead, but he didn't duck to the side like someone else would. Instead, he just walked by the scientist. The scientist stared ahead, a baffled expression on her face. A smile almost crossed his lips as he rounded the corner and the scientist's vision cleared up. Perhaps it was all a bit too easy... No, not for someone like him.

He took a deep breath when he saw the large double doors ahead of him. He glanced around, making sure he wasn't being followed. He reached the door and looked down at the keypad on the wall next to it. He knew the code, but did he dare type it in? The scientists would know someone opened it if he did it that way... There was a sort of electronic log-book for these sorts of things. The cameras were already down, but how long would they stay that way? He knew he had to do something quickly... But what? Suddenly, he heard footsteps approaching the end of the hallway. He glanced over his shoulder then looked back at the keyboard. Suddenly, the door opened without him seeming to have to do a thing. He ran out the doors and they closed behind him, just as the female scientist rounded the corner.

He ran to the large boulder that was about thirty yards from the entrance of the building. When he reached the boulder, he crouched down behind it to gather his thoughts. He was out, so what was he to do now? He took a few deep breaths as he thought.

You must go and find her, a voice suddenly piped up and helped him decide. He nodded then closed his eyes and leaned back against the boulder. He saw buildings on either side and a road in front. He was in an alleyway. Suddenly, the picture moved to out on the street. It was a clear morning, but chilly. A street sign appeared and he studied it, memorizing it quickly. He stood up and brushed himself off, then took off running northward.

All will be explained soon enough, Maximum Ride...

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 35

2010-02-01T20:39:00.003-05:00

Sam led us down the road a ways then ducked into a narrow alleyway with Kalie in his arms and Thing 1 and Thing 2 right on his heels. I turned the corner and saw him laying Kalie down on the ground behind some stacked-up boxes. I took a deep breath, stood up tall, and walked over to Sam. The others stayed a few feet behind me as Sam turned around to face me.

"Okay, spill." I said, staring him right in the eyes. I had to look up a bit, because he was taller than I was by a few inches. Not as tall as Fang or Iggy, but I did notice then that he was a bit wider than they were. Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair. During this pause, I heard someone's stomach growl behind me, and I chose to ignore it.

"We all got out of the School at the same time and have been together ever since. It was a few years ago that we escaped, and we all kind of knew each other while in the School, but not totally. We just knew that if we were ever to escape, we'd all be going at once." Sam paused and glanced over his shoulder at the pile of boxes. "We grew really close, like a family, like you guys, and managed to stay well under the radar. For a while. Kalie and the girls ended up getting caught one day while I was getting some food and I had to find them. But you guys found them first..." I tilted my head and gave Sam a questioning look.

"Remember New York?" he asked simply.

"Kalie was the bird-girl in the big cage?" I asked in disbelief. Thing 1 nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, and we were there, too!" she said, even though I didn't really remember them. Well, I hadn't remembered Kalie either...but I thought all of those mutants had either died or been killed off. Guess I was wrong. Surprisingly enough, though, I wasn't too sad about that.

"After you found them and set them free again, our paths magically crossed. I don't know how it happened, but we just sorta bumped into each other again." Sam said, his voice getting softer.

"Wow. That's a pretty big coincidence..." I mumbled.

Max, the Voice piped up, there's no such thing as coincidences. I rolled my eyes and tried not to look too annoyed on the outside.

"Anyways, a few days after we all got back together, Kalie went into one of those attacks. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but she went after one of the Twins, so I had to stop her. After a couple minutes, she passed out like she did today. When she woke up, she had no idea what happened. I told her she had tried to kill all of us and she couldn't believe it. She flew off, crying, and it was hours until she came back. When she did, Thing 1 and Thing 2 were already asleep..." Sam stopped talking and glanced over at the two girls. I was guessing he hadn't told them the rest yet. My guess was confirmed when he took a step towards me, leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"She told me that I had to do everything to protect the girls. Even if it meant killing her in one of the attacks. I told her I'd protect them, but I wouldn't kill her. She doesn't know what happens in those things and doesn't remember them. Please, don't be mad at her." he finished and looked earnestly into my eyes.

"She's not a robot, is she?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam shook his head.

"Do robots bleed when they get cut?" Sam asked in return. I shrugged but was guessing the answer was "no"... I thought for a moment then leaned towards Sam and whispered.

"You may not be willing to kill her, but if she's hurting one of my Flock or one of the Twins, I won't hesitate to hurt her." I looked steadily into Sam's eyes and he swallowed hard then nodded.

"Fair enough." was his simple reply. I heard a groan from behind the pile of boxes and all of us turned to look. Kalie stood up shakily and rubbed her head. She looked around, confused.

"What are you all looking at?" she mumbled, wincing as she walked around the boxes. Sam cleared his throat.

"You had another one." he said to her. Kalie looked confused.

"Another one what?"

"Another attack." Kalie's shoulders fell as Sam answered her question.

"Oh..." she said slowly. She looked away for a moment and wrung her hands nervously. "Is everyone okay?" she asked in almost a whisper.

"Yeah, we're fine." Sam replied. We all stood in awkward silence for a while before Kalie spoke up again.

"I'm sorry." she said, sounding close to tears.

"Don't be, it's not your fault." Iggy said. We all turned to look at him and I wondered where that had come from. I guess he had more of a heart than I did, because in my mind, it was totally her fault.

Why is it her fault, Max? The Voice suddenly asked me.

Um, if I remember correctly, no one was making her try to kill us. I retorted mentally.

No one was making the wheel spin, either, then? The Voice asked another question and I wanted to smack him. Er, it?

When did we suddenly start talking about wheels?? I wondered as I turned my back to everyone. They had all started talking now, but I didn't know what they were saying because I had someone in my HEAD talking to me. But, as usual, the Voice didn't respond after that, and I was left to wonder what in the world it was talking about. I sighed and turned back to the others, wondering what we would do next. I knew I'd be keeping a much closer eye on Kalie from now on, that was for sure.

Happy birthday, Mom

2010-01-31T14:53:00.002-05:00

There is a woman I know so well
Who's kind and caring and sweet.
She's also tough and a bit sarcastic,
But she's always been there for me.

Her lovely smile can light up a room
Even in the darkest of times,
And even through the doom and gloom,
Her light will always shine.

This character I speak of is this a more
She's my best friend, and I love her dearly.
She makes it so life is never a bore,
She's my mother, and I know this all clearly.

Yeah, it's stupid, and slightly mushy, and probably lame, but I wrote it for mom.

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 34

2010-01-30T23:27:00.004-05:00

We rushed down the sidewalk and I became my old, paranoid self again, scanning faces, watching every dark crevice between buildings, counting heads every two minutes... Yeah, paranoid Max. Good fun. My thoughts were interrupted by Nudge, who brought me back down to planet Earth.

"Max, where are we going?" she asked, looking up at me. I sighed and thought quickly.

"North, to get her back to her family." I replied, jabbing my head in Jazz's direction. I saw Jazz roll her eyes out of the corner of my eye and smiled. Suddenly, Kalie stopped dead in her tracks, frozen. Sam was the first one to stop and actually notice she wasn't moving. We all gradually stopped and looked at her, wondering why she had suddenly become Statue-Girl.

"Uh, Sam...did Kalie get hit by a ice beam or something?" Gazzy asked, walking towards her. He got really close to her, looking into her eyes, when Sam suddenly pulled him away.

"Don't get too close." Sam hissed. He glanced around frantically and I wondered what was up. Suddenly, Kalie's head rolled back and her breathing started coming in gasps. Thing 1 and Thing 2 ran behind Sam, letting out small screams.

"Older kids make a human barrier around her, younger ones on the outside!" Sam ordered. Usually, I'm not one to follow directions, but this didn't seem like the time to argue. I stood next to Fang and Iggy and we held hands. Nudge grabbed Fang's other hand then grabbed Sam's hand, leaving Jazz to stand between him and Iggy.

"What's going on?" I asked Sam in almost a yell. I could feel Angel and Gazzy holding onto the back of my shirt.

"I'm not sure. She goes into these weird trances and gets kinda-" Sam was suddenly cut off when Kalie's head snapped back down so fast I thought it might fly off her shoulders. Her eyes were now a weird shade of turquoise and were glowing freakishly. Like, more freakish than a mutant birdkid should be... She slowly turned and looked at the group, a glare plastered on her face. Her fists were clenching and unclenching like she was either nervous or angry. The whole death-glare thing made me think she was angry.

"Max...what's happening to her?" Angel asked from behind me. She sounded scared.

"I don't know...what's she thinking?" I asked in a whisper. There was a pause as I assumed Angel read Kalie's mind.

"She's not thinking anything." Angel answered, sounding more confused then scared this time.

"What?" I wondered how someone could think nothing yet look like they're out to kill. I didn't have time to wonder long, though, because Kalie suddenly locked her eyes on Sam and snarled. She lunged at him and he released his hold on Nudge and Jazz's hands then was quickly tackled to the ground. Fang dashed over and tried to pull Kalie off of Sam but ended up getting an elbow to the chin. Jazz and I ran over as Fang fell back and grabbed Kalie's arms, which were now trying to strangle the life out of Sam. Thankfully, Sam was stronger than Kalie and still appeared to be breathing. Unthankfully, Kalie had turned into some super-strong who-knows-what and was almost stronger than me and Jazz put together. Fang hopped back up and aided me and Jazz in prying Kalie off of Sam.

"What in the world is going on?" Jazz screamed as she, me, and Fang all tried to keep Kalie down. Sam gasped a couple times then jumped up and ran over.

"She's having an attack," he said. As you can guess, that explained absolutely NOTHING. "I don't know why it's happening but it's happened before." I glanced up and noticed there was a crowd gathering around us.

"Well, it'd better STOP happening soon!" I yelled as Kalie fought against us. I heard people begin to whisper and mumble.

"Should we call an ambulance?" I heard someone ask.

"No, no ambulance. She'll be fine." Sam called out to the audience that had gathered. "Please just go on with your business." I heard Nudge and Iggy try to start ushering people away, but they were just too intrigued with what was going on here to vamoose.

Suddenly, it all stopped. Just as fast as it had started. Kalie's body suddenly went limp and her eyes closed. We stared at her for a minute, all of us breathing like we had just been in a fight. Which, come to think of it, we had. Sam pushed us aside and gently picked Kalie up. Fang, Jazz, and I all exchanged a glance.

"Sam, what was tha-"

"I'll explain someplace else." Sam cut me off and began to slowly jog away, Thing 1 and Thing 2 following after him. I sighed and the Flock turned to look at me (plus Jazz).

"Come on, guys." I made a snap decision and ran after Sam and the others, pushing through the crowd. I felt Angel catch up to me and grab onto the hem of my shirt as we ran. I had to figure this out. But how do you ask someone if they're a traitor when you hope more than anything they're not?

Simple, Max. I heard the voice in my head. You just ask.

MR fanfic (MPOV) Chapter 33

2010-01-29T20:06:00.003-05:00

Five hours and a snack later, the majority of my Flock was asleep. From the clock on Fang's computer (that was sitting on his lap, open, next to me) I gathered that the time was a little past midnight. Fang was updating his blog, letting everyone know I was safe, and letting them know we'd found another person who looked like me. But that she wasn't pseudo-Max. Or, at least, we didn't think she was...

Speaking of Jazz, she was sitting a couple chairs over from me and Fang drawing on a piece of paper the lady behind the desk had given her. Sam was sitting next to her, slowly nodding off, while Kalie rested her head on his shoulder as she slept. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were talking softly with Nudge, sounding like they'd be asleep in seconds. Gazzy was on the other side of Jazz, slumped over, asleep, and Angel was using me as a pillow while she slept. I glanced over at Fang and figured it was safe to talk to him now about stuff I didn't really want the others to hear.

"Fang?" I whispered as I tapped his hand with my finger.

"Yeah?" he asked in his soft voice. I took a deep breath.

"I saw something weird on the way here..." I began, wishing I could beat around the bush longer. Fang looked over at me and gave me a look, his way of telling me to continue. "I saw...Ari." I took a deep breath and looked away, slightly fearing he would think I was nuts.

"Huh..." he said instead. I looked back over at him.

"What?" I asked.

"The first comment on my blog said you aren't nuts." he replied, staring at the screen of his computer.

"What?" my tone was more unbelieving, this time.

"Look." Fang said simply as he turned the computer so I could see it. I read the comment, and it was pretty simple.

Fang, Max isn't nuts. She sees things others don't see. Don't write her off because you may not see what she does.

I read the message a few times, and the weirdest thing about it was that the person who sent it didn't have a user name. It was just a comment underneath Fang's blog post with no name attached or anything.

"Okay, that's weird." I said, glancing over at Angel to make sure she was asleep. I thought Nudge was the computer one and Angel was the one that could read minds. Were they now combining their powers to freak me out?? I voiced my thoughts to Fang and he looked over the top of his computer at Nudge, who looked like she was now sleeping.

"I don't think that's possible, even while they're awake..." he said, flashing me a rare smile.

"Maybe they're faking..." I whispered, hardly noticing how nice he looked when he wore a smile.

Maybe you need some rest, Max. I heard the Voice chime in unnecessarily. I sighed and was about to make a witty remark when everything suddenly went black.

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I woke up when my pillow moved. I bolted upright, practically tossing Angel to the ground. She let out a yelp much like Total and I looked over at her, only to find that she had been hiding Total under her jacket on her lap. Which kinda explained the yelp...

"Max!" Total hissed softly. I looked around frantically and saw that it was morning. Everyone was accounted for except for Fang and Iggy. Nudge, Thing 1, and Thing 2 were all awake and talking in whispers. I stood up after apologizing to Angel and hopped over to them, avoiding Gazzy (who was now sleeping on the floor).

"Hey, Nudge, where's Fang?" I asked quickly as a squatted down next to her and the other two girls.

"He's back helping Iggy get ready to go." she replied softly and with a smile. "He just went back there." I sighed in relief and nodded at her.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. I looked up and saw Fang and Iggy walked out of the hallway towards us. I dashed towards the two of them and looked them over. Iggy was dressed and looked back to his regularly pale self.

"That was fast..." I said slowly as I raised an eyebrow.

"I was just waiting for him to tell me I was allowed to leave. I've been ready to go for a while, now." Iggy explained with a smile. "It feels good to be back in my own dirty clothes again..." I smiled at him, remembered he couldn't see it, then told him I was smiling. He smiled down at me.

"Come on, let's get out of here." Fang said as he walked towards the others. He began tapping everyone on the hands or shoulders and they all woke up right away. I glanced over at the lady behind the desk, who was standing up and peering at Total. I figured we weren't allowed to have a dog in a hospital, so I thought it would be best to scram...and fast.

"Okay, people, let's move!" I hissed as I pulled Gazzy to his feet.

"But I'm hungry..." he mumbled. "Don't we get to have breakfast?" he asked as he rubbed his eyes. I pushed him towards the door and smiled at the lady behind the desk before people started exiting through the door.

"We'll pick up something on the way." I said. I said it so fast it almost sounded like it was all one word. "Thanks for everything!" I yelled at the lady behind the desk. Surprisingly enough, she smiled at me and waved as I walked out the doors and back out to the real world.

I am in need of assistance

2010-01-27T18:22:00.003-05:00

Okay, blogger peeps, as the title says, I need some help. I'm writing a story and in it I have this Scottish guy. I quickly came up with a name for him that I thought was pretty good: Isaac Watts. A couple days later, I realized that was the name of a famous poet who has some poems in my literature book. (Good poems, but bad that I got so attached to that name JUST to find out it had already been USED. -_-)

So, I have two options: 1, change the first or last name or 2, reference it somewhere in the story and kind of make a joke of it.

Here's where I need your help. I can't think of a name of Scottish origin that I like more than Isaac Watts (I don't really care if the name Isaac is of Scottish origin or not, I thought it could work well with pretty much any background), so I need you guys to maybe toss a few names out there that you think are pretty cool (and at least SOUND Scottish). The guy's also an inventor, if that helps at all in the naming thing.

Side note: There is one thing that I dislike to the point of hating. That thing is math. I hold nothing against those of you who do like it, I just thought I'd say that and make this face again:
-_-

Link to Chapter 32 of my MR fanfic.

2010-01-10T16:44:00.002-05:00

I wrote my next MR fanfic chapter on another site and for some odd reason or another, it won't copy and paste it into here. *is not happy about that* But whatever. Here's the link. Hopefully IT will copy and paste nicely...

www.max-dan-wiz.com/profiles/blogs/double-take-chapter-32-mpov

(Just to let you know, it DIDN'T copy and paste nicely. I had to type that. -_-)

Things I have learned from life

2009-11-07T14:50:00.004-05:00

1. I'M AN IDIOT. You know it's true.
2. Even when I think I'm being smart, I'm usually not.
3. Life's not all about me. Duh.
4. Sometimes it's just better to shut up.
5. I can agree with something someone says without actually liking them, but I always have to love them.
6. Crushes are stupid, but unavoidable.
7. Goals are good.
8. Procrastination gets me no where.
9. Music solves lots of mental problems.
10. Brothers weren't meant to be enemies.
11. My best friend can be my mother. =)
12. The only opinion that really matters is God's.
13. Bad days happen, but I just have to look at them with a smile to make them better.
14. Some people are just mean, but I have to be nice back.
15. All I can do is tell someone what I believe, I can't make them believe it.
16. Calling someone stupid doesn't make them anymore stupid than me. =P
17. Ironing is very relaxing...
18. The world may be a sad place, but that doesn't mean I have to be sad.
19. Writing is the thing I'm best at. That, and folding laundry.
20. I can dwell on the bad things, but I need to be thankful for that which God has given me.

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter thirty-one

2009-11-03T20:56:00.003-05:00

I woke up a while later (not sure how much later) and realized it was starting to get dark out. "Are we there yet?" I heard Jazz ask on from the other side of the car.

"Almost." Chad replied, sounding a little tired. I looked around and saw buildings fly by. Gas stations, hotels, restaurants... My stomach growled as we passed a Bob Evans.

"Can we stop for some food?" I asked.

"We already did." Jessie said, handing me a bag. I looked inside and the thing was full of food. Good smelling food. Unhealthy food, but good smelling food. I pulled out some fries and started eating like there was no tomorrow. (Which with my life, there might not be.) I finished off the fries and unwrapped a burger and started to chomp down on it. It was so good. I was almost afraid to keep looking out the window after seeing Ari, but it was so weird to look at things going by this fast at ground level. I was ready to get out and fly, though...being in cars made me feel all squashed and stuff.

"Are we there yet?" Jazz asked again. I looked over at her and smiled.

"We'll get there when we get there!" Chad said, squeezing the steering wheel tight. He took a deep breath and made a nice right turn.

"Are you just gonna drop us off in Ohio?" I asked, looking around. These guys should have been heading home by now.

"No, we're taking you to the closest hospital, dropping you off, and then leaving." Chad answered. "You're on your own from there." He still sounded kinda agitated, and I assumed Jazz had something to do with that.

"I wish we could stay with you longer, though..." Jessie said as she looked down at her hands. I was almost done eating by this time, I was just finishing off a little apple pie thingy.

"Yeah, it's been kinda cool to hang out with a fan." I said with my mouth full. Jessie smiled at me.

"Really?" She asked, obviously wondering if I was lying.

"Yep." I replied, taking another bite of my apple pie. Jessie's smile widened.

"Okay, NOW we're here." Chad said, pulling into a hospital parking lot. "We'll come in with you guys to see if they're here." He said as he parked the car. We unbuckled our seat belts and got out of the car. I almost ran inside, but I refrained from that.

We got inside and I walked right up to the front desk. "Hi, I'm wondering if you've seen a group of-"

"MAX!" I heard my voice called and spun around to see Angel running at me, her arms out wide.

"Angel!" I yelled, scooping her up in my arms. I hugged her tight and she hugged me back.

"I missed you so much!" She said. I could tell her voice was breaking.

"I missed you too, baby." I whispered to her. Gazzy was hugging me now, too, and the others from the other group were walking towards me. I counted heads and realized Fang, Nudge, and Iggy were missing.

"Where's Fang, Nudge, and Ig?" I asked, looking down at Gazzy.

"Nudge and Fang are in Iggy's room." He replied, not letting go of me.

"We haven't talked to him, so we don't know how he's doing." Angel said, reading my mind. I put her down and Jazz and Jessie walked over.

"Guys, I'd like you to meet Jessie, one of my biggest fans." I said, putting an arm around Jessie's shoulder. She stared at everyone with her mouth hanging open for a minute. Finally, she spoke.

"EEEEEEEEP!!" She squealed and everyone covered their ears. "I'm, like, the luckiest girl EVER!" Jazz smiled as Jessie continued. "I'm sooo happy to meet you guys!" Jessie shook Gazzy's hand then went on to Angel. Angel smiled and Gazzy looked at Jessie like she was insane. Jessie then turned to me, a big smile smacked onto her face. "I wanna meet Fang and Nudge! And Iggy! Pleaaaase Max?" She asked, looking at me with Bambi eyes, much like Angel's. I sighed then smiled.

"I guess that can be my thank you to you." I said, turning around to look at the woman behind the desk. Angel spoke up, though.

"Can they go see Timothy?" She asked. I looked down at her with a "thanks" expression on my face. She smiled.

"If the other two come out." The lady replied. Angel closed her eyes for a moment, and a minute later, Fang and Nudge appeared walking through the double doors on the other side of the room. I ran at Fang and Nudge and hugged the two of them tight. Fang stiffened up a bit but Nudge hugged me tighter than ever.

"Max! I missed you sooo much!" She said, squeezing me tight.

"I missed you guys too." I said, burying my face in her hair. Fang loosened up a bit and gave me a small hug. I smiled a little wider. "Oh, there's someone here who wants to meet you guys." I said after a moment. I stepped to the side and Jessie smiled at them. Fang gave me a confused look and I shrugged. "She's a big fan." I said simply.

"EEEEEP!" Jessie said, running forward. "Hi, I'm Jessie! I'm a huge fan!" She said, looking between the two of them. Fang gave her a look that was kind of like the one Gazzy gave her, but Nudge smiled.

"Nice to meet you." Nudge said, shaking Jessie's hand. Jessie shook her hand then turned to Fang. Her expression suddenly changed from ecstatic to angry. She suddenly smacked Fang on the shoulder and he jumped in surprise. I was surprised too, I'll admit.

"What was that for?" Fang asked, rubbing his shoulder.

"For book four and what you did in Antarctica with Brigid! How could you do that to Max, you jerk?!" Jessie said angrily. I couldn't help but laugh at Fang's bewildered expression. He'd never been smacked by a fangirl before. Jessie then turned to me and smiled again.

"Can I go meet Iggy now?" She asked me.

"As long as you don't hit him..." Fang mumbled, still rubbing his shoulder.

"Sure, let's go." I said. I took a deep breath and Fang walked forward to lead us to Iggy's room. This was the moment of truth... I desperately hoped Iggy was okay...

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter thirty

2009-11-01T21:37:00.002-05:00

Fang and the others ate quickly, stuffing as much food as they could into their faces. "This is sooo goood!" Nudge said through a mouthful of pancakes. Gazzy nodded, stuffing a full pancake into his mouth.

"Gazzy, small bites." Fang mumbled as he chewed a sausage.

"Ahm eatin' fo' Iggy." Gazzy said almost incoherently.

"Fang, have you heard anything from Max?" Angel asked as she took a bite of sausage.

"Yeah, I think she's coming to meet us. She's okay." Fang replied, stabbing another sausage with his fork.

"Great, hopefully she'll be here by the time we're leaving tomorrow. We are leaving tomorrow, right?" Kalie asked. She licked off her fingers and looked at Fang, who shrugged.

"If the doctors say it's okay." He said simply.

"I don't know if I wanna leave that soon. I LOVE THIS FOOD." Nudge said, shoveling more of it into her mouth. "And it's not from a dumpster! Bonus!" Nudge got numerous shushes as she made the last remark. She didn't care, though, she was eating, and that made her happy.

After everyone had eaten until they thought they were going to burst, the group walked back to the waiting room they had been in before. Fang let Gazzy and Angel have his computer to play some games on while he went up to the desk. "Can a couple of us go back and see Ig-Timothy?" Fang asked, almost forgetting Iggy's fake name. The woman behind the counter nodded. Fang motioned for Nudge to come with him and she dashed over.

"He may not be awake, though." The woman warned as Fang and Nudge went back through the doorway. Fang led Nudge down the hallway and to Iggy's room, where Iggy was still laying on the bed.

"Iggy? You awake?" Fang asked, walking up to his bed.

"No." Iggy mumbled. Nudge squealed.

"You are to awake! Yay! How are you feeling?" She asked, dashing over next to him.

"I feel like I got shot." He replied, his eyes closed.

"You did get shot." Fang pointed out.

"I know. It feels like I've been run over by a bus, too." Iggy muttered then sighed. "When do I get to get out of this joint?" He asked, looking up at Fang. His eyes couldn't see Fang, but he liked to look at the person he was talking to.

"Maybe tomorrow if the doctors say it's okay for us to get outta here." Fang replied quickly.

"Where are Max and Jazz?"

"Don't know. They're supposed to be coming to meet us, though." Fang replied. Nudge took one of Iggy's pale hands and squeezed it.

"Don't worry, Iggy, it'll be okay. You're gonna be okay." She said, almost sounding like she was going to cry. Iggy smiled weakly and closed his eyes again.

"Yeah, I know. Thanks, Nudge." He said softly. "Guys, I'm kinda tired...I think I'm gonna go back to sleep. You can stay, though...my sleeping self likes to know someone is taking first watch." Iggy said, cocking a bigger smile. Fang smirked and he and Nudge went to sit down in the chairs in the room.

"You bet, Iggy. Just go to sleep, bud. And heal fast." Fang said and Iggy chuckled. Fang watched as Iggy's body relaxed and he fell asleep. Nudge leaned over and rested her head on Fang's shoulder.

"He will be okay, right?" She whispered.

"Yeah, he'll be fine."

"And Max will be here soon, right?"

"Yeah, she will be." Fang didn't know if the second answer was true or not, but he figured Nudge didn't have mind reading powers, so she wouldn't know the difference. Unless, of course, Max didn't come back...

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-nine

2009-10-31T12:08:00.002-04:00

"Chad, do you think you could give us a drive to Ohio?" I asked bluntly. It was Chad's day off, so I was hoping he could give us a bit of a ride.

"Ohio?" He asked, looking at me like I was nuts. "You're in Illinois...and that's quite a drive..." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"We could make a trip out of it, Dad!" Jessie said excitedly. We were all in the living room, sitting in our respective chairs.

"I could pack some lunches..." Marie said, looking at a very thoughtful Chad. He sighed then shrugged.

"Okay, but we have to be back here tonight, because I do have to work in the morning." He said. Jessie squealed like a little girl and I held back a groan. It's not that I don't love my fans, it's just that I don't want to stuck in a small car with one. I mean, if it was just Chad driving me and Jazz, one of us could sit in the front and the other could have the whole back to themself. But Marie and Jessie were coming, so we three girls had to be crammed in the back. I don't know if you remember this or not, but I'm a wee bit claustrophobic. Okay, I'm a lot claustrophobic.

Marie smiled and walked out to the kitchen, followed closely by Jessie. I looked at Jazz and gave her a rather pathetic look. She raised an eyebrow at me. "Max, you'll be fine. You can sit by one door and I'll sit by the other, Jessie in the middle. That way, we can make a quick escape if we need to." She said softly.

"Huh. You're starting to learn the way of life." I said, patting Jazz on the arm. "But you still have much to learn, young padawan." I finished and she smiled and rolled her eyes. I stood up and walked out to the kitchen.

"We're gonna go get in the car, okay?" I said. Marie nodded and Jessie looked up at her mother. I quickly pushed Jessie towards the door. We ran out to the car and Jessie followed close behind. I groaned before she was close enough to hear it.

After much talking where I pretended to be interested, everyone was in the car and we were on our way down a small road. Jessie was sitting in between me and Jazz, like we had planned, but I was now wishing that Jazz was sitting next to me, so I wouldn't lose my sanity. Jessie was much like Nudge in the way that she WOULDN'T SHUT UP. I leaned against the window, wishing this would just end.

Maximum, she just wants to be your friend. Friends are necessary in this game we call life. I sighed as the voice suddenly spoke up.

No, it's a game YOU call life. I call it by a different name. I thought back to it, glaring at nothing. Besides, I have all of the friends I need.

Do you? I thought about the Flock as the Voice asked that question. I had Fang, who was my best friend; I had Iggy, my go-to guy for anything that blows up; I had Nudge, my entertainment and sometimes annoyance; I had Gazzy, my little trooper; and I had Angel, my baby.

Yeah, I've got all the friends I need. I bit my lip as I felt tears suddenly enter my eyes. I blinked furiously and realized that my breath was starting to fog up the window... Suddenly, my breath caught in my throat. I twisted my neck to see behind the car, but saw nothing unusual. I swallowed hard and realized I was breathing in gasps. My heart was pounding hard.

"Max, you okay?" Jessie asked. I looked over at her and saw she and Jazz were both looking at me, concerned expressions on their faces. "You got kinda quiet..."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little tired..." I said, lying.

"Maybe you should take a nap..." Jessie said slowly. I looked up at Jazz and locked on her eyes, wondering if mine always looked that way. She reminded me of Fang for a minute with that look she was giving me... I quickly turned away and closed my eyes, an image burned onto the back of my eyelids. It was the thing I thought I had seen on the side of the road, waving at me, a menacing smile on its ugly face.

It was Ari.

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter twenty-eight

2009-10-24T12:29:00.003-04:00

"Nick?" Fang looked up at the nurse standing in front of the group of still-sleeping kids. Fang had tried to fall asleep, but it just hadn't quite worked out. Too many strange noises in this hospital, he decided.

"Yeah?" He asked after a moment. They had used their fake names when they checked brought Iggy in. Well, the Flock had used fake names, and Thing 1 and Thing 2 had used fake names, but Sam and Kalie had used their real names. Iggy was Timothy, Gazzy had picked the name Alexander for himself, Angel chose Melanie, and Nudge had, of course, chose Krystal.

"Timothy made it through surgery all right and appears to be doing fine. He lost quite a bit of blood, though, and we were wondering if one of you might like to give him blood, since you said you're all related." She gave Fang a meaningful look that meant the doctors had run Iggy's blood to see what type it was so they could give him some and had found out it wasn't any regular type at all.

"Yeah, I'll give him some blood." Fang stretched and closed the laptop then stood up. He put the laptop down on the small couch where he was sitting and stepped over the sleeping people on the floor. He looked at Sam, who was awake, and nodded. Sam nodded in reply and Fang walked away with the nurse. They went through a couple big doors and down a hallway, then entered into a small room. Iggy was laying on a hospital bed with all sorts of things connected to him. Fang's heart started to beat harder. Iggy was wearing a hospital gown. That meant that these people had changed his clothes. That meant they had seen his wings. Fang swallowed hard and looked at the nurse. He was the same height as her, and she was wearing heels, so he looked right in her eyes.

"If you'll have a seat, I'll draw some blood so we can give it to your frien- er, brother." She winked at Fang and he sat down.

"Who all saw his wings?" Fang suddenly asked.

"Only me and the people who performed the surgery. Your secret - whatever it is - is safe with us." She said, giving him a reassuring smile. Fang still wasn't totally believing her, and he looked straight at Iggy's paler-than-normal face as she began drawing his blood. Fang didn't know how much she got out of his body, but when she was done, he was feeling a little light-headed. She handed him a small glass of orange juice and he drank it without taking his eyes off of Iggy.

"Is he going to be all right?" Fang asked when he was finished with the orange juice.

"He should be, but we're going to have to keep monitoring him. With his amount of blood loss, he could go into shock, so the next twenty-four hours will be critical." The nurse replied. Fang frowned.

"Twenty-four hours? You mean we have to stay here another day?" He asked, trying not to sound too surprised. The nurse nodded and Fang scowled.

"Do you and your family want some breakfast?" The nurse asked. Fang looked up at her and nodded. "Well, then, you take this and get what you need." The nurse handed Fang a little card and smiled. "We figured that since you wouldn't tell us who your parents were, you were orphans of some kind, and you all looked pretty worn out and hungry when you came in, so some of us pitched in some money to get you this card. It'll pay for some meals here, depending upon how much food you get at each one." Fang looked at the card. It looked just like a plastic credit card with the name of the hospital on it. Fang turned the card over in his fingers, trying to process all of this. Was this a trap? Why was this lady being so nice to him? What was going on here? Fang swallowed and finally spoke again.

"Thanks." He said quickly. He stood up and the nurse rubbed his shoulder.

"You're welcome." She said softly. She looked like she meant it, but Fang knew that even if someone looked innocent, that didn't mean they were.

HP, Chapter 14, continued

2009-10-18T15:56:00.002-04:00

That night went by slowly for Albus. All through the night the werewolves howled, and at one point, Albus could have sworn he heard something yelp out in pain. Whether it was human or not, he couldn't tell. His brain had gotten so tired that all it heard was howls...over and over again... The moon was getting lower on the horizon, and a chill went up Albus's spine. He turned around and saw Derek, Holly, and Peter all squashed onto one of the large chairs with Holly in the middle and the boys on either side of her. They were sleeping softly, the boys using Holly's shoulders as pillows, and Holly, in turn, was using Peter's head as a pillow. Albus looked over at the other chair and noticed that James was sprawled across it with his legs dangling over one of the armrests, sleeping. Albus looked around for Samantha and saw her sitting by the table. She appeared to be reading three things at once...two books and a scroll. Albus was interested, but not enough to pull himself away from the window.

Suddenly, Albus heard the soft sound of a flute. He looked around and saw no one except his friends, and none of them were playing any sort of instrument. The tune was beautiful...soft...sweet. For the first time, Albus felt himself getting tired. He leaned against the wall near the window and rubbed his eyes. He wanted to stay awake, but he just felt that he couldn't keep his eyes open any longer... He felt his back sliding down against the wall then he bumped the floor... Albus opened his eyes for a moment and saw the light from the table where Samantha was reading, then it all went dark as the drifting melody from no where lulled him to sleep...

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Albus..." Albus looked around, trying to peer through the darkness. A weak voice called out to him in a moan.

"Who's there? Where are you?" Albus asked, wondering where the light had gone.

"Albus...it hurts..." the voice came again. Albus swallowed hard and tried to feel where he was. The only thing he could feel was the ground beneath his feet.

"What hurts?" Albus called out to the voice.

"EVERYTHING!" It yelled, and Albus jumped awake. He looked around at the Common room and sighed. It had all been a dream... No one was in the Common room, but the chairs were still where they had been last night - right by the window. Albus stood up and stretched then looked out the window. It was late morning, by the looks of it. Suddenly, the door to the Common room burst open and Derek ran in.

"Albus! You're awake!" He said with a small smile. He ran up and grabbed Albus's arm. "Come on! We're going to be late for class! You slept past breakfast, but I got you a muffin." Derek said, pulling a blueberry muffin out of his book bag. The muffin was rather squashed.

"Thanks..." Albus said slowly, looking at the muffin hesitantly.

"No time now! We've got to GO!" Derek said, dragging Albus back to the door.

"But I don't have my books!" Albus said, pulling his arm free from Derek's grasp.

"Then go get them!" Derek yelled, running back to the door and opening it. "I'll meet you in transfiguration!" Albus ran up to his room as Derek ran out the door. In a minute, Albus had all of the books he needed in his book bag and was dashing out the Common room door. He sped down the hall past a few other late students (most of them first years) and a few ghosts. Peeves flew right in front of him, and Albus didn't turn fast enough to avoid running through Peeves. If Albus wasn't awake before that, he was certainly awake afterwards. He felt as if he'd just ran through an icy waterfall. Albus turned a corner and dashed through the door into the transfiguration classroom. He ran over to sit next to Peter, just as Professor McGonagal walked in from the back. Peter looked Albus over and made a face.

"Didn't you wake up soon enough to change your clothes?" Peter hissed. Albus shook his head. "I suppose it's safe to assume you didn't brush your hair, either, then?" Peter raised an eyebrow and gave Albus a look. Albus licked one of his hands and tried to pat his hair down. It was only then that he realized how messed up the back of his hair must have been. He heard a giggle and turned around to see a Ravenclaw girl giggling at him. Albus moaned softly and turned back to the front. He decided then and there that today was probably going to be a bad day.

HP, Chapter 14, continued

2009-10-17T20:32:00.003-04:00

James and Samantha managed to move some of the chairs from in front of the fireplace over in front of one of the windows in the common room with a levitation spell while the others talked in hushed tones.

"You know, it's so much easier to move stuff with magic, it's not even funny." Samantha said, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, but then I think of all the Muggles doing it by hand and it's funny again." James said with a smile. Samantha smiled back then looked at the others. None of them were smiling.

"Guys, she'll be okay." Samantha said to them. None of them responded. Holly walked over to one of the chairs and sat down in it. Albus walked over to the window as Derek and Peter walked over to the other chair and had a whispered duel as to who got to sit in it. Albus sighed as the moon rose higher into the sky. Albus glanced around the common room to see that their small group was the only group down there. Not even a ghost in sight. Suddenly, a howl pierced the silent night.

"Did you all hear that?" Albus asked in a whisper, as if speaking too loud would attract it. Peter, who was left standing, nodded.

"Hear what?" Samantha asked, clearly pretending she hadn't heard the howl. James rolled his eyes. Holly glanced up from a book she was reading then looked back down at it quickly. More howls sounded and Albus felt his heart pumping.

"Werewolves are really loud tonight..." Derek mumbled, rubbing his right arm with his left hand as another howl rang out.

"That one wasn't a werewolf, Derek." Holly said softly.

"Well then, what was it?" Derek asked, giving his sister a look.

"A Grim." She replied simply.

"Oh, just great, so she's probably surrounded by werewolves with a death omen right in front of her! Perfect!" Albus said sarcastically.

"Albus, it's a common misconception that Grims are death omens." Holly said. Samantha turned away from the window, looking interested. Derek groaned.

"What are they, then?" Peter asked. Holly smiled.

"Well, I first heard it from my mum, but I'll try to tell it to you all, if you'd like." Holly said happily. Derek was the only one showing any opposition to this, so Holly began to tell the story.

"Long ago, there were two friends, Jezabell and Miria. The two were very close and shared many things with each other, and many secrets. One day, Jezabell told Miria a very different secret. She told her that she was somewhat like an animagus...that she could turn into a big black dog. But she had never really learned how, she just always knew how. Miria thought this was amazing, so Jezabell continued. She went on to tell her friend about her dreams... In all of her dreams, Jezabell spoke with people. Most of them were no longer living in this world, so Jezabell assumed they were figments her mind had created to keep her company in the night. The strange thing was, though, all of the dream-people where very close to Jezabell's friends in this world. Maria was curious, but slightly nervous about this. She didn't know what to say.

"After the two grew old, Miria decided to tell her grandchildren about the story, and in turn, they told their children, and so on and so forth. As these things go, the story got twisted around and the big black dog became known as a Grim...a death omen." Holly finished and Albus couldn't help but shudder. The story was fine, but oddly spooky...

"Okay, if the Grim isn't a death omen, how come all of those people who have seen it have died?" Derek said, voicing Albus' scepticism.

"Because they think it's a death omen, so they do something stupid that ends up getting them killed. It's their own stupid mistakes that gets them dead. Remember Uncle Albert?" Holly said, raising an eyebrow. Derek rolled his eyes.

"What happened to Uncle Albert?" Samantha asked quickly.

"He thought he saw a Grim, thought he was going to die, so he went skiing as a last hurrah. But he'd never been skiing before, so he ended up tumbling down a few too many times and he...uh...broke his neck." Holly finished softly.

"That's awful!" Samantha said, looking suddenly sad. Albus noted that sadness looked odd on Samantha. He guessed this was because she was always so happy...

"Nah, it's all right, we didn't really know him that well anyways." Derek said with a shrug.

I am about to change the world!

2009-10-10T12:32:00.002-04:00

With two words. Are you ready?

Are you SURE you're ready?

These words are pretty intense...

I don't know if you'll be able to handle it...

Are you absolutely POSITIVE you want to keep reading?

I mean, you might be scared out of your MIND!!

You're sure you wanna see these two words? Okay, well...you're the one who kept scrolling...

Here they come....

Ready?

Here they are...

THANK YOU!!!

Thanks for reading this post, peeps. =)

This is a test or the Mii-mergency Blogcasting System

2009-09-27T14:48:00.003-04:00

AKA, this is a blog post of random subjects. The first subject: DOES ANYONE SERIOUSLY READ THIS STUPID BLOG?? I wouldn't blame you if you don't, but I would be very happy if you did. AND POSTED OCCASIONALLY. I mean, would it KILL YOU to leave a comment every once and a while? Yes? Well...I'll admit I wasn't expecting THAT answer...

But seriously, the sidebar claims there are eight PWMRLMB, and yet...I think only one of you has posted on more than one blog post...and even that one PWMRLMB only posts ocasionally... It makes Mii so sad... *sniff*

Next Subject: Vacation!!! We went on one last week, for the whole week. First time we've gone away from home for a week since the Mayo trip, and first time we've gone on a week-long REAL vacation. I mean, you can't really count the medical wonders of Mayo a real vacation when I was being poked and proded a lot of the time. *shakes head* But this vacation was waaaaaay fun! We rented a cottage UP North, did a lot of fishing (I get guilty for a short period of time when I catch fish that are actually big enough to keep... >.> Yes, I'm a strange person...), saw some cool sights, did more fishing, lost a hat in the wind, took a ton of pictures, saw some relatives, got a Cabbage Patch doll from grandma (...>.>...<.<...) then came home. *sigh* It was soooooo much fun!! I loved it. Plus, it's not all over yet! Tomorrow we're leaving for a different location for a couple days. =)

Another Subject: Birthday!! I'm having a birthday soon!!! I shall not tell you when it is or how old I will be turning, I shall let you guess. *NOTE* THHers, you don't get to guess correctly, because you'll all ready know. And I don't want any cheating. =P

Final Subject: If any of you read my fanfics, I would love to know what you think of them. If you don't, that's fine. I'll keep writing them anyways.

This has merely been a test of the Mii-mergency Blogcasting System. Thank you for tuning in.

Story Called Life

2009-09-11T23:42:00.002-04:00

It's not just a plot twist or a crazy scheme.
It's not just a memory or a forgotten dream.
It's more than how the dice have been played,
And it's more than how the cards have been layed.

Perhaps, in the grand old scheme of things,
Someone has flown away on golden wings.
Maybe, you've thought you had it all planed out,
To find that there's something to make you shout.

But worry not, for it's not random chance.
There's someone above who has had it all planned.
The plot of your life was written by His hands,
Whether we like it or not,
He was watching from the stands.

So even though you think you may have lost,
Or you think that your own dreams have surely been tossed,
Remember that God is there for you with a friend,
Even when it appears that you have...reached your end.

Lame title...wrote it when I found out an Internet buddy of mine had cancer and wasn't supposed to live past this month...decided to post it today.

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-seven

2009-09-09T21:16:00.002-04:00

I woke up the next morning to the sweet smell of waffles. I opened my eyes and smiled. It smelled soooooo goooood... I hopped off the couch and stretched then looked around. Jazz wasn't on her couch anymore, so I guessed she was all ready up and about. I walked out to the kitchen and smiled at everyone gathered there. Jazz was the only one missing, actually.

"Morning, Max!" Jessie said with a wide smile on her face. There was a pile of waffles on a plate on the table. I wanted to dive into them then and there. "Jazz is in the bathroom changing into some clothes I'm lending her. Well, I guess it's more like giving them to her...'cause I don't think I'll be getting them back... But that's okay. She's good with a T-shirt and old pair of jeans, and I have plenty of those. You can have some if you want, too. You'll have to put wing holes in them, though, because I don't have those in my shirts and stuff..." Jessie continued babbling as Jazz walked into the kitchen. She slid into a chair at the table and smiled at me.

"Nice hair." She said teasingly. I made a face at her that said "Haha, but not really" then turned to Jessie's mom.

"Is it okay if I get changed before eating, too?" I asked, trying my best to be polite. She nodded, her back turned to me and I smiled.

"Come on! I'll help ya get some clothes!" Jessie said, leading me to her room. Turns out, the only thing I wanted from her clothes was a T-shirt and an old pair of jeans. She had all girly clothes...not what I wanted in a fight.

I quickly got changed because I really wanted to eat. I glanced in the mirror and saw my hair was a mess. It was all poofy and weird... I tried patting it down and frowned, then quickly picked up the nearest hairbrush and tried to brush my hair, but it was more like I was ripping hair out of my head. Once my hair was mostly under control, I dashed back to the kitchen and sat down at the small table. Jazz was all ready eating, so I figured I could dig in too. Let me tell ya... I love waffles.

After breakfast, I tried to help with dishes, but ended up breaking my plate, so then I just asked Jessie if I could look at her computer to see if Fang had sent a message back. She turned the computer on for me then let me use it in private, which I thought was rather nice. I immediately opened my messages and saw one from Fang. I smiled and read it, gather where they were. I sent a quick message back then signed out and went back to Jazz and told her what Fang had said (away from the family, of course).

"So, when are we gonna head out?" Jazz asked. I shrugged.

"We'll see what happens, I guess. Maybe we could get them to give us a ride, because you can't fly..." I replied slowly.

"Okay, well, you figure that out and I'm gonna go send an email to my mom." Jazz said with a smile. She stood up and left, leaving me to think out a plan...

>.< I'm such a bad girl...

2009-09-07T21:28:00.003-04:00

I've not updated in FOREVER! Bad Mii!

Well, a happy Labor Day to you all. Sorry, no poem or anything for today... I know, lame. I'm so lame! *sobs* School starts tomorrow... That should make life a bit more interresting. You guys excited or dreading it? My brain is in denial that summer is supposed to be over... I don't want it to be over. It hasn't felt like summer... I don't think I've gone swimming at all this summer... *thinks hard* No...I don't think I have... =O It's so sad! =(

Well, I hope you all have a fabulous first day of school tomorrow. And good luuuuck! =)

*Edit! I swam at camp!*

HP, Chapter 14

2009-08-25T20:46:00.002-04:00

Albus slumped down in the chair in front of the fire and sighed. He closed his eyes for a minute, recalling the events that had just happened. Scorpio was an angry little man... He was about an inch shorter than Albus and much paler, but that didn't mean he wasn't scary. He could probably pull off more with a wand than Albus could... And that was probably the scariest part. They hadn't even started learning spells you could use in a wizard duel...

"Are you all right, Albus?" Derek suddenly asked. He had appeared next to Albus while his eyes were closed.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine..." Albus said softly, coming out of his daze.

"You don't look fine..." Derek came up so he was standing right next to Albus's chair, studying him closely.

"Just...don't worry about it, okay?" Albus finished quickly. Derek looked around uncomfortably until a sudden crash made both him and Albus jump. And everyone else in the room. Everyone turned to see who it was, and to none of Albus's surprise, it was Samantha. She was standing next to a small, tipped over table, cringing. She slowly looked around the room and smiled sheepishly. James suddenly walked up behind her, put a hand on her shoulder and shrugged with a smile.

"What can I say? She's a clutz." He said simply, then pulled her away from the scene of the crime.

"Sorry..." Samantha said softly as everyone started turning back to their previous conversations. James led Samantha over to Albus and Derek and smiled. The two stared back at him blankly. James and Samantha both raised an eyebrow at the same time.

"So, how have you two been?" James suddenly asked, faking enthusiasm. Neither of the other boys answered. James looked at Samantha awkwardly, and she looked back with the same expression.

"You know what would be cool?" Samantha randomly said after a moment.

"What?" James asked.

"If I could break out into song and dance randomly and people wouldn't give me those weird looks." Samantha replied. Suddenly, she gasped and her eyes lit up. "Life should be a musical!!" She exclaimed, looking at James excitedly. James stared at her, confused for a moment, then a mischevious light danced in his eyes.

"You just gave me the most brilliant idea..." He said, looking around the room with a suspicious smile on his face. Samantha looked at him with a confused expression on her face.

"What kind of an idea?" Holly's voice suddenly asked from behind him.

"None of your buisness. Yet." James replied, then he grabbed Samantha's arm and dragged her to a corner of the room no one was gathered in.

"That was weird..." Derek said slowly. Holly nodded.

"Where's Peter?" She suddenly asked.

"Don't know." Albus replied with a shrug. Suddenly, as if on cue, Peter appeared.

"Guys, I've got some bad news." He said, panting.

"Define bad news." Derek said as they all turned to look at him.

"Tonight's a full moon." He replied, a rather worried expression on his face. The others all stared at him with wide eyes. "You know what that means, right?" He whispered.

"It means the werewolves will be out tonight..." Holly breathed. Albus swallowed hard. He didn't like the sound of that...

HP, Chapter 13

2009-08-23T19:29:00.003-04:00

"Scruffy, how did you become a werewolf? If you don't mind my asking..." Andrea asked. They were all roasting fish over the fire, and it looked rather uncivilized. But it was food, and Andrea needed to eat it. But she didn't want to eat it raw. She never had been a fan of sushi...

"Well, the becomin' part ain't that long of a story..." Scruffy mumbled, rotating the stick with the fish on it. "So I suppose I could tell it to ya." He finished and took a deep breath.

"I was about four years old when it happened. I was sittin' outside in the front yard. We lived waaay out in the country, mind you, so we didn't have any close neighbors. So, it was dark, I was outside with my family, and all of a sudden, outta the woods came a werewolf. Came right at me, probably because I was the smallest. And closest. Mum came runnin' at the beast, but dad got their first with his riffle in hand. Now, he didn't kill the thing, just shot it in the leg and knocked it over the head with the butt of the gun.

"Mum ran right up and scooped me up in her arms. Dad stopped the bleedin' on both me and the werewolf, then we all rushed to the hospital via the floo network. Dad actually brought the beast along with us. Amazing man, my dad was..." Scruffy gazed into the fire for a moment before continuing. "We got the funniest looks in the hospital, mum told me, because dad had a werewolf slung over his shoulder.

"They worked on me that night to close up my wounds and try to help stop me from becomin' a beast too... Still got some of the scars from when I got all scratched up by the thing." Scruffy rolled up his sleeve all the way to reveal a scar running down his shoulder. "'Course, I still am a werewolf... They didn't stop that." Scruffy rolled down his sleeve and shrugged.

"Archie says you're not a bad werewolf, though... How is that possible? And what's the difference between a good werewolf and a bad one?" Andrea asked, glancing up at Scruffy then quickly looking away.

"Well, my family starting searchin' high and low for a possible cure or somethin' to help me with not bein' a vicious monster. My mum came across a potion that can help a bit, and started me on it right away. I think the book said I was only supposed to take it during the week of a full moon, but mum and dad had me on it every night. Took it the same time, every night of every week. When the first full moon came around, I was a monstrous little thing. 'Course, I don't remember it, but everyone told me I was a fuzzy little rascal. They tried to train me, but I kept trying to bite my older brother and sister, so they had to lock me up in a kennel. It was for my own good, really. I'd wake up the next morning in the kennel and cry until someone woke up and got me out. By then I'd be all right and not remember a thing...

"After a while, I started to be less and less wild. I got calmer, and I think a good part of that isn't just owed to the potion, but also to my family. They helped quite a bit, I reckon. Since I took the potion every night, I just sort of... Settled down over the years. Granted, while I was in school during full moons, I had to sleep in a dungeon cell, but that was just for safety purposes." Scruffy shrugged and pulled his fish-on-a-stick towards him.

"Fascinating story..." Andrea said softly. Archie nodded as he pulled his own stick towards him. "So, did you two go to school at about the same time as Harry Potter, then?"

"Yes, although I was a year or so younger than him..." Archie said.

"I had a few classes with 'im. Fascinating boy. I suppose he's a man, now, though." Scruffy chuckled as he pulled apart his fish.

"What houses were you two in?" Andrea asked, pulling her fish away from the fire and inspecting it.

"Hufflepuff." Scruffy replied promptly.

"Ravenclaw." Archie said through a mouthful of fish.

"Hm..." Andrea said, picking a small bite off of her fish and eating it. She had many more questions to ask these two...

HP, Chapter 12, continued

2009-08-22T18:10:00.003-04:00

Potions was even more horrid than ususal. For one thing, Professor McGlinnin looked awfully sad and gloomy, which gave the whole dungeon an even sadder and gloomier look. Scorpio kept glancing in Albus's direction, and Albus couldn't help but look back, so Albus had a terrible time concentrating on the lesson. His hands shook, so his notes looked like dragon scratches and he accidentally put too much pansy powder into the potion they were making, which made the thing start to boil over the top of the cauldron. It burned a hole through Albus's pants and practically disintegrated his partner's shirt. When it got to the floor, everyone had to crawl up on their chairs to avoid the stuff eating through their shoes. Thankfully, Professor McGlinnin was fast with his wand and the gunk didn't get far.

"Well, I think that will be all for today..." Albus was grateful when those words exited McGlinnin's mouth. He grabbed his book bag, shoved his potions book into it, then dashed out the door. "Albus Potter, wait, I'd like a word with you!" Albus cringed and slowly turned around. Derek, Holly, and Peter walked past him, looking sorry.

"You'll be fine, mate." Derek whispered. Holly gave him an attempt at an encouraging smile. It turned out more like a look you would give someone who was about to be sent to Azkaban for life.

"Yes, professor?" Albus asked as he walked back into the classroom. McGlinnin glanced up at Albus and motioned for him to come closer to the desk. Albus practically crawled forward.

"Are you feeling all right, Albus?" Asked McGlinnin. Albus nodded. "Really? Not feeling... Sad or scared or hurt or...regret?" Albus thought for sure McGlinnin's eyes were looking straight into his soul.

"N-no..."

"Hm... You know, Albus, it's all right to feel sad or scared or hurt... But regret is one thing that will eat at your soul faster than anything else. It's not your fault that whatever happened out there happened."

"But it is!" Albus practically yelled. He felt like he wanted to cry again. He had no idea if Andrea was even alive or not, and she was one of his best friends. And probably Scorpio's best friend as well. If not his only friend. "I was the one that said we should go out of the Common Room! I was the one that-"

"Yes, Albus, you suggested it. But the fact that something happened to her out there in the Forbidden Forest is not your fault!" Professor McGlinnin interrupted Albus. McGlinnin put his hands on Albus's shoulders and bent down to his level to look into his eyes. "You can't regret what happened then. You have to think of ways to not let it happen again or fix the problem. Regret is not an option, Albus." Albus sniffed and blinked back the tears in his eyes. His potions teacher was right. And much smarter than Albus had ever thought. "Albus, do you understand what I'm trying to tell you?" McGlinnin finished and Albus nodded.

"I understand." Said Albus softly.

"All right, you can go, now." McGlinnin stood up straight and gave Albus a small smile. Albus sniffed one last time then walked out the door.

The rest of the classes went relatively normally after that. Of course, Peter, Derek, and Holly wanted to know what McGlinnin had talked to Albus about, but Albus didn't want to talk about it. Care of Magical Creatures was interesting, because they were no longer on skrewts. They had gotten far too big to be used for teaching anyone anything other than the fact that skrewts were a pain in the rear. Instead, they had begun on faeries. Hagrid had actually gotten one to come to class. It was quite fascinating.

Care of Magical Creatures was their last class, so Albus decided to stay afterwards to ask Hagrid about Andrea. "Have you seen any sign of her out there?" He asked softly. Hagrid shook his head.

"No... Ain't a whole lot of leads, though. From what we can tell, she just up 'n disappeared. Did find somethin' else interestin' though. Sad, but interestin'." Hagrid replied quietly.

"What did you find that was sad but interesting?" Asked Albus. He was curious to see if it had anything to do with Andrea.

"Dead unicorn." Hagrid replied shortly. Albus's heart skipped a beat.

"Did someone kill it or..." Albus began, but Hagrid shook his head, so he stopped talking.

"Looked like it was killed. Not sure how, but it was sliced open and looked like it'd been dead for a couple days, at least. Blood all over the place... Someone wanted the poor thing dead." Explained Hagrid, a sad look on his face.

"Why? And who would want it dead?"

"Why? 'Cause unicorn blood is magical. It'll save ya from the worst of injuries if ya drink it. Can practically bring ya back to life, that stuff can. But, o' course, it comes with a price. Ya drink it, and ya live a half-life. A cursed life..." Albus listened intently to Hagrid as he spoke. He was getting goosebumps. "Who would want it dead? I dunno, Albus. Someone who wanted to live that bad, I s'pose." Hagrid sighed and shook his head. "I think that the person who killed the unicorn probably has somethin' to do with Andrea disappearin'." Albus swallowed hard as Hagrid finished. He hoped that whoever killed the unicorn wouldn't kill Andrea too.

"Well, I'll see you later, Hagrid." Albus said as he turned around and walked up the hill to the castle. He had knots in his stomach as he walked through the doors and down the hallway, making his way towards the Griffindor Common room.

"POTTER!" Someone yelled at Albus from behind. Albus turned around just as a hand grabbed his shoulder and slammed him into the wall. Scorpio Malfoy was surprisingly strong, Albus concluded as he gazed into Scorpio's angry eyes. "You lied, Potter. She's not in there. I went and looked." Scorpio sounded angry, hateful, and on the verge of tears at the same time. Albus plastered himself against the wall as Scorpio pulled out his wand and held it up. No one else was in the hallway... For some odd reason, the place was deserted.

"Where is she, Potter?" Scorpio growled.

"I-I don't know!" Albus exclaimed, trying to become the wall. He was sure that Scorpio was trying to kill him with his eyes.

"I don't believe you, Potter. You had your chance to tell me the truth and you lied! Where is she? Where's my best friend?" Scorpio was practically yelling now. Albus hoped it would attract a teacher or someone.

Scorpio and Albus stared at each other for the longest time. Scorpio maintained his glare, and Albus was sure he looked like a deer caught in some one's headlights. "You lost her out there... Didn't you?" Scorpio said softly. Albus didn't reply, so Scorpio yelled it. "Didn't you?!" Albus turned his face away and flinched.

"I didn't loose her! They think someone took her!" Albus yelled back. Scorpio scowled hard and pulled his wand back. Albus thought for sure Scorpio would kill him. Just then, Sir Nicholas rounded the corner. Scorpio quickly let go of Albus and put his wand away.

"Everything all right down here, boys?" Nick asked, looking over the two of them.

"Yeah, just peachy." Scorpio growled. He gave Albus one last glare then stormed off down the hallway. Albus sighed then glanced up at Sir Nicholas.

"Thank you, Nearly Headless Nick. I think you just saved my life." Said Albus, truly grateful. Sir Nicholas stared at him, puzzled, but didn't have time to ask a question, because Albus quickly ran off.

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter twenty-six

2009-08-22T15:46:00.003-04:00

Fang sighed at the laptop screen. Everyone else was asleep either on the floor, on a chair, or on top of someone else, in Angel's case. She was using Gazzy's lap as a pillow. Gazzy and Fang were sitting on a small couch, and Gazzy was slumped over the armrest. Nudge was sprawled over the floor on her back in a star shape. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were laying on the floor facing each other. Sam looked rather uncomfortable, because he was asleep sitting upright, and Kalie was laying over two chairs. Fang had offered to take first watch, mostly because he knew he wouldn't sleep, knowing his brother was in the ER and his girlfriend was... He didn't even know where she was.

Max, where are you? Fang asked in his mind. He wondered if she could develop mind reading powers like Angel and answer him. He was looking at his blog, and he suddenly got his answer. There was Max's official icon... Fang stared at the screen, forcing his eyes to read the comment.

"fang its max and i sent u a mesage don't wory ull know it's me im fine btw love u" Fang read and re-read the message and realize Max had terrible grammar. Not that he had much better grammar most of the time... It also sounded like she was in a bit of a hurry. Fang quickly checked his hundreds of messages, searching for one from Max. Hers was right near the top, so he didn't have to search for very long.

"fang, its me..." Fang continued to slowly read the message. Slowly because 1. He wasn't a fast reader and 2. The grammar and spelling in the thing was horrible. He knew that none of the Flock had ever gone to real school for very long, but they'd learned enough about grammar that Max should have written a little bit better! Then Fang decided to look at the time. It explained something. Max had sent it at 11:54 P.M., which probably had something to do with the poor word choices and such... Fang finished the message and decided to send one back to Max. She hadn't specified where she was because she didn't know, so Fang had to tell her where he was.

"Max, I got your message. The Flock and I (And the other little group) are in a hospital waiting room. I'll let you guess who got hurt. Iggy, if you didn't guess right. He tried to stop them from taking Jazz. They shot him in the side. We brought him here and we're now waiting for him to come out of ER. We're in Ohio...Dayton, we think. Come find us, okay? We'll try to wait here for you. I love you and miss you. Be safe, okay? Love, Fang."

Fang sent the message to Max and sighed. Hopefully she'd get it and come meet them soon. He glanced at his watch then over at Nudge. She had offered to take the second watch. Fang stood up, set the laptop down next to Gazzy, and woke up Nudge. "Nudge, time for your watch." He whispered, trying not to wake up the others. Nudge moaned and rolled onto her side, away from Fang. Fang sighed and wondered if a good kick in the butt would get her moving.

"I'll take second watch, Fang." Sam suddenly said. Fang looked over at him and shrugged. He didn't completely trust Sam, but he thought he'd stay awake better than Nudge. Fang walked back over to the couch, turned off the laptop, then got as comfortable as he could and tried to fall asleep. He only ever got halfway there, though...

HP, Chapter 12

2009-08-01T19:10:00.003-04:00

Albus woke up in the chair he had fallen asleep in. He hadn't felt tired at all... He had just...fallen asleep. He stretched then looked around. There was no one else in the Common room, and the fire was out. Albus glanced down at his watch and noted it was time for breakfast, which was probably why no one was in the Common room... Albus got up slowly. He wasn't in any hurry. He knew that by going through the day like nothing was wrong would be a lie... But he knew he had to.

Albus entered the Great Hall and sighed. Only two people were missing from the teacher's table. Hagrid and Professor Longbottom. Albus slumped over to the Griffindor table and slid into the seat next to James.

"Hey, little brother." James said, smiling at him. Albus nodded and took a waffle off a nearby plate and plopped it onto his own. "How'd you sleep?" James asked, trying to start up a conversation. Albus merely shrugged again while poking at his waffle.

"Hey, Albus!" Albus swallowed hard and turned in his seat to see pale little Scorpio Malfoy standing behind him, wearing a small smile.

"Oh, hello, Scorpio..." Albus said slowly while looking away.

"Um, where's Andrea?" Scorpio asked, looking around the Griffindor table. Albus reviewed the story in his head before answering.

"She tripped on a root that she didn't see and scratched herself up REALLY badly. She's in the hospital wing right now, but there's a curtain around her bed because her face is all scratched up and she's kinda embarrassed about how it looks, so you probably shouldn't go see her."

"I don't care how she looks, I just want to talk to her." Scorpio replied. Albus couldn't tell if Scorpio bought the story or not.

"Well, she's not in the best shape for talking if you ask me." James interjected. "Right, Sam?"

Samantha stopped chewing her bacon and glared at him.

"Right..." Albus said, looking slowly away from Samantha.

"Why isn't she in the best shape for talking?" Asked Scorpio. He evidently hadn't bought the story, Albus decided. Albus opened his mouth to reply when the owls all flew in, soaring over the heads of the students.

"Look! Mum and dad must have sent us a letter, Derek!" Holly cried, looking up. A auburn colored owl swooped down and dropped a letter and a small package in between Holly and Derek. Holly picked them up gingerly and handed the letter to Derek. It had his name on it. The package had Holly's name on it. Albus turned to watch as Holly opened the package. Anything to use as an excuse to look away from Scorpio was good for him.

"Oh!" Holly exclaimed, an excited smile appearing on her face. She pulled out a piece of thin rope that was tied at the back to make it a circle. Holly put it around her neck and looked at the small medallion hanging off of it.

"That's a pretty cool necklace, Holly. Did your mom or dad get it?" Asked Samantha with a smile. Holly pulled a small note out of the box the necklace was in and read it.

"It's from mum." She said softly. "Says it's a charm to keep the nargles away." Holly smiled and fingered the charm fondly. "I've been wanting one for ages."

Derek shook his head while all of the others stared at her like she was insane.

"I'll see you later, Albus." Scorpio said softly as he turned and walked away. Albus sighed and James thumped him on the back.

"Good job, Albus! That just about sounded like a true story!" James said more loudly than Albus would have liked.

"Yeah, brilliant job of LYING." Samantha said, glaring in Albus's direction.

"I don't feel good about it, all right?" Albus said glumly, looking down at his food. He had suddenly lost the little bit of appetite he had left...

Book suggestions

2009-07-31T14:27:00.002-04:00

For you girls, I suggest... For Young Women Only.

For Young Women Only is an insightful book on how guys think. The authors have taken surveys of guys from ages 15-21 and have had small groups with guys of that age range. The book talks about what guys wish girls knew about them. It's very informative and helps girls to understand the mystery of the male mind. It can help you with dating relationships, friendships, and even relationships with your annoying brother. I greatly recommend it for any girl who wants to know how guys think.

And... Sexy Girls: How Hot is Too Hot?

I've not finished this book, and it doesn't have a lot of relevance to me because I'm so completely *coughoverthetopcough* modest. But if you have modesty issues (whether you know it or not) you should definitely read this book.

For you guys I suggest... For Young Men Only.

Basically the same thing as For Young Women Only but for guys. I haven't read it, obviously. =P

HP, chapter 11, continued

2009-07-29T16:07:00.002-04:00

Albus ate all of the roll and a few bites of the green beans and noodles on the plate. Nothing really tasted good to him, though. He sighed and leaned his head back on the chair as Holly sat down in a chair near his. Albus closed his eyes and heard the Common room door open and a few sets of footsteps walk in. Albus opened one eye and saw James at his side.

"You feeling any better?" James asked softly. Albus shrugged as he looked forward again.

"It's not your fault, Albus..." Derek said softly. Albus closed his eyes again and shook his head.

"I don't want to talk about it." He mumbled. Just then, the Common room door flung open and someone ran in. Albus heard someone breathing heavily over his shoulder and he opened his eyes and looked up. It was Percy.

"Hello, you lot." He said, forcing a smile. He was still panting and leaning on the back of Albus's chair. Percy cleared his throat then continued. "Listen, Professor McGonagal doesn't really want word spreading about... Well... Andrea." He said slowly.

"I know." Samantha said quickly. Percy gave her a confused look then continued.

"She wants us to come up with a story that sounds believable but-"

"Isn't the truth. In essence, you want us to lie to the student body. Do you realize you're just digging yourself a deeper grave?!" Samantha asked, clearly angry. "I know she doesn't want the parents to find out, I can understand that! People would think she wasn't right for the job anymore, but I will NOT lie to my fellow students. I'm not gonna sink to that level." Samantha was almost yelling, and Percy was looking around frantically to make sure no one was listening. There were a few other people in the Common room, and a couple of them were staring. Percy glared at Samantha and clamped his hand over her mouth. She glared back at him, looking almost evil.

"Listen, I've come up with an idea. All you have to do is tell it to whoever asks about Andrea. You lot are her main group of friends, so I suspect there won't be many questions. Now, just listen and tell me if it's believable." Percy paused to clear his throat then continued.

"Andrea tripped on a raised root while in the forest. She scratched herself up pretty badly, so she got taken to the hospital wing. She's still in pretty bad condition, so there's a curtain hanging around her bed. She'd prefer not to have visitors, because she scratched up her face badly and is a bit embarrassed about the whole thing." Percy sighed then forced another smile. "Make it sound believable, all right? Add in your own phrasing, but don't change stories." Percy gave them all a warning look then released his hand from Samantha's mouth.

"You're so lucky I didn't grow fangs and bite you." She growled angrily. Percy faked a laugh, and Derek, James, and Peter chuckled. Albus sighed and stared ahead glumly. Percy bent down next to him and looked at him sympathetically.

"I'm sorry you have to do this, Albus..." Percy began in a whisper. "But, please, do it for the school, all right? And for the safety of the students. I mean, if they know what really happened, some of them might go out into the forest to find her themselves. They could be seriously hurt. I just need you to do this. Please?" Percy finished and patted Albus on the shoulder, then stood and looked over the others. He nodded to them all then quickly walked out of the room.

"You know what this is?" Samantha asked, glaring at the now closed Common room door.

"What?" Derek asked, glancing over at her.

"Hogwash."

HP, Chapter 11

2009-07-19T20:18:00.006-04:00

Albus stared out the window sadly. He saw the Forbidden Forest and wondered where Andrea was in it. He wondered if she was still alive. "Aren't you hungry?" Someone asked from behind. It was a high voice, and soft, so Albus knew right away that it was Holly. Albus shook his head and sighed. A plate of food slowly floated up beside him and he looked away.

"I'm not hungry, Holly." He said softly. He heard Holly sigh from behind him.

"You didn't even look to see that I was using the levitation spell, did you?" She asked, sounding cross. Albus glanced over his shoulder and realized that there was no hand attached to the plate. Albus raised an eyebrow in surprise then smiled slightly.

"Good job, Holly. You've got the levitation spell down, don't you?" Albus said, still speaking softly.

"Yes, Peter helped me with it. It's quite easy after you know what to do." She said, still from behind Albus. The plate of food began to spin around in the air, then it began to bounce up and down.

"Um, Holly, please stop..." Albus said as he backed into the chair more. The food didn't stop flying all over the place, though.

"You know, Albus, you really need to eat something. And you need to get your mind off of Andrea. It wasn't your fault, and moping about it isn't going to help." Holly said. Evidently she was talking with her hands, as well as her mouth, because the food kept on flying.

"Um, Holly..." Albus's eyes went wide as the plate of food stopped right over his head.

"Yes, Albus?" Holly asked from behind.

"Will you please stop flinging the plate around?"

"Oh, sorry..." The plate came to a stop on Albus's lap and he breathed a sigh of relief. Holly walked around the chair and stood next to Albus. "Are you going to eat any of it?" She asked softly. Albus shook his head.

"Not now..."

"Oh, okay." Holly looked down at her shoes then back up at Albus. She looked sad, and Albus figured that was because of him. He sighed and picked up a roll that was on the plate and took a bite out of it. Holly smiled triumphantly.

"There, happy?" Albus asked through a mouthful of roll. Holly nodded and giggled in reply.

HP, Chapter 10, continued

2009-07-18T17:04:00.002-04:00

"They're so beautiful." Andrea said softly. The unicorns didn't seem to be paying much attention to them anymore.

"I don't think I've ever seen them this close before..." Archie whispered. "Have you, Scruffy?" Scruffy shook his head.

"Not alive, at least." He replied with a frown. Andrea looked startled.

"What do you mean?" She asked in an urgent whisper.

"Remember how I told you that Scruffy thought he smelled something dead before we found you?" Archie asked. Andrea nodded. "After we brought you back to our camp and took care of you, Scruffy went looking for it. He was going to bury whatever it was-"

"Mostly because of the stink." Scruffy interrupted, looking away. Archie rolled his eyes.

"He's such a softy under all the fur." Archie sighed then continued. "Anyways, he found it, and it was a dead unicorn." Andrea gasped and put her hand over her mouth.

"Who would kill a unicorn? And why?" Scruffy shrugged in reply.

"Well, the why is pretty easy. See, unicorns have magical blood. And if you drink it, it can save you from death. Even if you're knocking on death's door, it can save you." Archie explained.

"So, it's like some super healing potion?" Andrea asked Archie.

"Yes, that's one way to look at it..." He replied slowly. "But it doesn't come for free... Drinking a unicorn's blood puts a curse on you. A curse where you're only able to live a 'half-life'." Archie finished quietly and solemnly.

"What's a 'half-life'?" Andrea asked in a whisper. Archie shrugged.

"I suppose it would be a life of... Pain." He replied simply. "I don't know beyond that."

"Why would you do something like that, though? I think I'd rather die than live a half-life..." Andrea said as she rested her head on her knees.

"If you're really desperate and want to live, then I guess you'd do it. Well, I wouldn't, and you wouldn't, but someone who doesn't care and wants to live would." Scruffy said quickly.

"I actually have an idea on who would want to..." Archie began slowly. Scruffy and Andrea both looked at him with confused expressions on their faces. "Do you remember anything at all from last night? Because I'm wondering if maybe you were pulled in here by another human. Not a creature. And I'm wondering if maybe you fought back hard enough to seriously wound the person trying to kidnap you." He explained slowly. Andrea looked down at the clear water in the lake, focusing on the stones at the bottom of it.

"I remember being with my friend Albus... And he turned around for a second, and something grabbed me. They were hands, so it was at least partially human. And I could only let out a little scream before I couldn't talk anymore..."

"A silencing spell." Scruffy cut in quickly. Archie nodded before Andrea continued.

"Then I got dragged away... And it all went black for a while, then I heard someone say some spell and...I said something...then they screamed..." Andrea finished slowly.

"What did you say?" Archie asked quickly.

"I don't know... I can't remember all of it..."

"Memory charm?" Scruffy whispered. Archie shook his head.

"Have to be a partial one, but even then they wouldn't be able to pick and choose what she remembered. Just what she forgot past a certain amount of time..." He replied with a thoughtful look on his face. Andrea glanced up from the rocks at the bottom of the lake and gasped as she noticed the unicorns were gone.

"Oh... They left..." She said softly. Scruffy chuckled.

"They have a tendency to do that." He said with a smile. Andrea bent over the water and peered into the lake. It was crystal clear...

"Is the water safe to touch?" She asked.

"Well, I hope so! Archie and I been swimin' in there for I don't know how long." Scruffy replied.

"Scruffy splashes like there's no tomorrow." Archie said with a glare at his companion. Scruffy smiled like a schoolboy who just got away with a prank. Andrea shrugged then reached into the water and pulled out a handful of rocks. She began looking at them one by one. Some of them looked like gems and others looked like regular rocks... Except that they were all so smooth. Andrea picked up one and looked at it closely. It had markings on it. She wondered if the markings on it had been carved in or were some kind of a fossil... She put the rocks in the pocket of her robe then dried her hands off on her shirt.

"Um, I think I'm getting a bit hungry..." Andrea said softly. Scruffy smiled wide.

"Perfect! I get to show you my skills at catching fish!" Scruffy said with eagerness in his voice. Andrea giggled and realized she was actually starting to like these two... But she wasn't going to let her guard down completely. After all... One of them was still a werewolf.

HP, Chapter 10

2009-07-16T14:00:00.003-04:00

Author's Note: Okay, I know there are at least a few people who read my blog... I mean, it claims that I have eight PWMRLMB, so do any of you people read these little Harry Potter fanfic chapters?? If so, I would appreciate a comment. The one person that used to read it has stopped reading it as far as I know. Is it really that bad? =(

Andrea woke up and looked around. Archie and Scruffy were gone. Suddenly, Andrea panicked. She didn't know if she liked those two, but she knew she didn't want to be alone out here. Andrea stood up and looked around frantically. "A-Archie?" Andrea called out. "Sc-Scruffy?" She yelled a little louder.

"Yes?" Archie called from ahead of Andrea. Andrea peered ahead but didn't see him. It was afternoon now, so it wasn't that dark, but the thick foliage that consisted of the tree's leaves made it darker.

"Where are you?" Andrea asked.

"Here." Archie stepped out into the small clearing and Andrea sighed.

"Where's Scruffy?" She asked, looking around.

"He went to the lake to get some more fish. Sometimes he fishes just for sport... Throws them back in, though..." Archie replied, glancing up at Andrea.

"Can we go to the lake?" Andrea asked after a moment.

"I suppose so." Archie replied, walking towards Andrea. Andrea strained herself to not back away. She didn't know how long she was going to be stuck out here, but she figured she needed to make the most of it while she was here. Andrea followed Archie at a safe distance. She let her eyes wander all around her, taking in every tree, flower, and bug she saw.

"Just stick with us and you'll be safe here, all right?" Archie said softly. He walked so quietly through the forest that Andrea almost couldn't hear his footsteps. "We know most of the things that live in here, not by acquaintance, just by hearing them or seeing them from a distance. We also know where they've made their territory, so stick with us and you should be fine." Archie continued explaining.

"What kinds of things live out here?" Andrea asked, speeding up a bit.

"Well, werewolves, unicorns, one giant, a few enormous spiders - and by a few I mean a few dozen - centaurs, a few faeries, and maybe another vampire or two. Vampires and werewolves can't survive too well out here, especially vampires, because there aren't many humans out here or regular animals. And... Well, you know..." Archie said, his voice trailing off as he finished. Andrea swallowed hard and looked around again.

"Will they come and try to get me?" She asked softly. Archie shook his head and glanced over his shoulder.

"No, they know our territory. On an occasional full moon, Scruffy will have to chase off a few werewolves, but nothing too serious." Archie replied.

"How come Scruffy never tried to...uh, get you?" Andrea asked softly. Archie sighed and suddenly, sunlight fell onto Andrea. They had reached the lake. There was a border of trees around the lake and a few large rocks scattered here and there. Scruffy was sitting on a rock nearby. He looked over at the two of them and put his pointer finger to his mouth to tell them to be quiet. He then pointed across the river and Andrea gasped. There, getting a drink, was a large unicorn. It lifted up it's head and looked at the group of three, then put it's head down again and took another drink from the lake.

"It's so beautiful..." Andrea whispered. Just then, a small unicorn walked out from among the trees and walked up next to the larger one. "It has a baby!" Andrea cried softly.

"That must be it's mother." Scruffy said quietly. The three of them watched intently as another small unicorn walked up to the lake.

EEEEEEEPPPPPPP!!!!!!

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AAAIIIIEEEE!!! WE GOTST A PUPPY TODAAAAAYZ!!! IT MAKEZ MEH FEELZ LIKE TALKIN LIKE THIIIIIZ!!! *girlish squeal* It's a white maltipoo, and he's so cute! He has no name as of this second, although the littlest brother thinks he should be named Bolt. =P (Suggestions are welcome, not necessarily going to be used, though...) The puppy is only, like, four pounds! (And maybe a half) He is so cute and mellow! He's only barked a few times since he's been here, which is good. He's also, like, 95% potty trained, and he hasn't gone tinkle on the carpet! =P He's been outside a few times today, and he likes to chew on sticks, but that's about it. He's tired right now because he's had a busy morning. (We just got him today, after all!) And my littlest brother has been pretty much attached to the puppy. He won't let him nap in peace, and he wants to keep holding him and everything! I've only got to hold the puppy for a little bit today. =P The puppy is napping on mom's lap right now, though, I think. He's lots of fun, and I'm so glad we got to get him!

I'll post pictures of him when I can. Right now, my camera's all full (I only have like, four pictures left in it...) and I haven't downloaded it yet today. The puppies really soft, too. =) He's just adorable. So there will be pictures!

Feel free to suggest good doggie names. His name right now is Squirt, but we don't like that name for him. *shakes head*

And...one last time... (you may want to cover your ears) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!!!

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-five

2009-07-06T20:26:00.003-04:00

After dinner (which was fabulous, by the way) we went out to the living room and watched a movie. Jessie sat in her chair, Jazz and I sat on the couch, and Chad and Marie sat on a smaller couch next to ours. The movie we watched was Kung Fu Panda, and I laughed my fool head off. Seriously. Jazz did as well. Okay, so we all did. I wasn't done being tense, but I did enjoy the movie. We got to eat popcorn while watching the movie, too, so it was all good with me. Except that I needed to find my Flock...

After the movie, we talked for a while. "So, where are Fang, Iggy, Nudge, Gassman and Angel?" Jessie asked from across the room. I sighed and looked at the popcorn kernels in my bowl.

"I don't know. We split up for like, five seconds in a mall, and they took off with her." I pointed at Jazz with my thumb as I spoke. "So I had to go on a hunt for them, then I found them, and some other birdkids, then right after I met up with them we had to fight a group of M-Geeks, then we started driving and then we stopped at a restaurant then I got kidnapped then she got kidnapped and it's all a big mess that I call 'My life'." I finished and breathed deeply. I glanced over at Jazz, who was looking at me with an expression that was saying something sarcastic. I didn't look at her long enough to find out what the sarcastic comment was, though.

"Wow..." Marie said softly. She was looking at me with caring blue eyes. I nodded and sighed. "Do you need a place to stay?" She suddenly asked. She looked at Chad quickly and he shrugged, then she looked back to me.

"Uh, well, yeah..." I said slowly.

"I think the correct answer is 'Yes, please'." Jazz said with a smile. I rolled my eyes and shook my head at her. "You don't have to be so reluctant to accept help." She muttered, resting her head on the arm of the couch. I sighed then looked back at Marie.

"Yes, please." I said with a small smile. Marie smiled at me then stood up.

"We'll, we don't have a guest room, but we do have a living room and Jessie's room. You can take your pick." Marie said, looking between me and Jazz. I glanced over at Jazz to see if she had any opinion, but her eyes were closed and she looked like she was sleeping.

"Um..." I said slowly, taking into account everything. The living room was right near the door, but had no windows in it. Jessie's room was down the hallway and probably had one small window, probably not big enough to crawl through quickly. I pondered this for a minute then answered.

"The living room is fine." I said with a smile.

"All right, then I'll go grab a couple more blankets and some more pillows." Marie said, walking off.

"You took the living room because it had more escape exits, didn't you?" Jessie asked. I nodded sheepishly.

"Don't worry, Max, we're not gonna hurt you." Chad said with a chuckle.

It's not you guys I'm worried about... I thought, taking into account their sizes. Unless they were Erasers, I could beat 'em all easily. But the Erasers weren't around anymore, so I wasn't that concerned about that. Suddenly, my brain reeled.

"JAZZ!" I screamed, shaking her awake. Chad and Jessie both jumped at my exclamation. Jazz opened her eyes and looked around, slightly panicked.

"What?" She asked, sitting up.

"The screen had a wolf on it!" I said quickly.

"Okay...?" She said, shaking her head. I sighed and groaned at the same time.

"They're making a new batch of Erasers!!" I exclaimed. Jazz's expression went something like mine would go if I heard that news.

"Maybe they were just trying to make a new type of wolf or studying a new type of wolf or something..." She said, looking worried. I shook my head.

"I doubt it."

"But, Erasers means Itex."

"And you beat Itex in the third book." Jessie pointed out. Jazz and I both turned to look at her. "I kinda thought that the storyline went downward after that. And the fourth book was so short... I mean, Itex was the best badguys as far as the story goes." I stared at Jessie in disbelief as she spoke.

"Well, I'm sorry my life has a bad storyline." I said snidely. Jessie looked taken aback. Jazz poked me hard in the arm. "Ow!" I said, rubbing my arm while glaring at her.

"Be nice. She didn't think you were real. And for a great deal of the time I was reading the series, I didn't either." Jazz said quietly. I slumped down into my chair and glared at Jazz. She was right...

"Do you ladies want something pajama-like?" Chad asked, standing up and stretching.

"Uh, sure, I guess..." I said slowly, looking at Jazz.

"I have some extra pajamas you could borrow! I bet they'd fit!" Jessie said, jumping up. "Do either of you like bright colors?" She asked quickly.

"What ever you have is fine with me. As long as it's decent, I mean." Jazz said with a smile. I nodded in agreement with her.

"Okay, I'll be right back!" Jessie said, then she ran off through the kitchen and down the hall. Marie walked back into the room with some blankets in her arms and a couple pillows on top of them.

"Here you ladies go!" She said, setting the pillows on the other couch. I stood up and smiled at Marie, and Jazz slowly followed my example.

"Thank you." We both said simultaneously. I looked at Jazz, slightly freaked out. We sounded exactly the same... Marie giggled and Chad chuckled.

"Are you girls sure you're not twins?" He asked, stretching.

"I have no idea if we have any relation." I replied softly. I looked over at Jazz and she shrugged.

"Okay, I have a couple options!" Jessie said, running back in. She was holding a few shirts and pants in her arms. She held up a shirt and a pair of pants as she spoke. "Option one, any takers?" She asked, looking between me and Jazz. It was a pink long-sleeved shirt that was made of fleece, and the pants had lots of different bright colors. The pants were also made of fleece.

"Uh..." Jazz said slowly. I wasn't gonna wear that pink in a million years.

"Okay, option two then." Jessie said, holding up another pajama option. It was a green t-shirt with Mickey Mouse on it and black flannel pants with Mickey Mouse all over them.

"Dibs!" I yelled, reaching out for the pajamas. Jessie handed them too me then held up the last option for Jazz to see. The last option consisted of a dark purple t-shirt with three light blue stars in the middle of it. The pants were also dark purple and had little blue stars all over them.

"Works for me." Jazz said, taking the pajamas from Jessie. Jessie smiled and began to bounce up and down.

"Okay, who wants to use the bathroom first? I would suggest you get in there before Dad because he takes for-EH-ver." Jessie whispered the last part and Jazz giggled.

"I heard that." Chad said, faking sadness.

"I'll go get ready first if that's all right with you peoples. I'm beat..." Jazz said, yawning. I nodded and Jazz walked off to the bathroom. I followed her a minute later, just to secure the fact that I was going in next. I stood outside the bathroom door and looked at the Mickey Mouse on the t-shirt in my arms. Suddenly, I heard singing. It was some of the most lovely singing I had ever heard...and it was coming from the bathroom.

"Were you singing in there?" I asked Jazz as she came out, all star-ey-fied.

"Yeah..." She replied slowly, looking at me suspiciously.

"It's kinda funny, because you sing really well, but I don't, and we have the exact same voice." I said dryly.

"I bet if you sang more you'd sound better." Jazz said, walking past me. I snorted as I walked into the bathroom.

"Doubt it." I muttered as I closed the bathroom door.

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I settled down on the longer of the two couches and sighed. Jazz was on the other couch, and it sounded like she was already asleep. Jessie came out and stood next to the couch for a minute, just looking at me.

"What?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed. She shrugged.

"I dunno. I just wanted to say goodnight, I guess..." She said softly. I nodded then began thinking about my Flock... How we did the fist stack before we went to bed... Suddenly, I sat bolt upright.

"Do you have a computer or a laptop or something?" I asked Jessie urgently. She nodded. "Can I use it?" I asked. She nodded again. I stood up and let Jessie lead me down the hallway to the room at the end of it. It looked like a little office. I saw the computer sitting on a desk and ran over to it. I turned it on and waited for it to boot up. It felt like it took forever. After it was all booted up, I brought up the Internet and went to Fang's blog.

"What are you doing?" Jessie asked, looking over my shoulder.

"Leaving a message for Fang." I said. I left a comment on his blog then sent him a private message, asking him where he was. And, just for the fun of it, I put in the secret word, so he would know it was really me. I sighed after I sent the message off and hoped beyond hope Fang would read his messages. I turned off the computer then stood up and stretched.

"Thanks, Jessie. For... Everything." I said softly. She smiled at me and seemed to glow with happiness.

"You're welcome." She said. We walked out of the room and back to the living room. I crawled back onto the couch and covered up with the blankets. Jessie turned off the light, but I didn't fall asleep right away...

God, if you're really up there... Could you please remind Fang to look at his messages? And could you please keep the Flock safe? I prayed silently. I didn't know if God would answer or what, but I figured praying didn't hurt anyone. I sighed and rolled onto my side.

"Goodnight, Jazz." I whispered.

"Goodnight, Maximum Ride."

Independence Day

2009-07-04T11:25:00.003-04:00

The boom of the fireworks,
The colors in the sky.
The smell of hotdogs on a grill,
And the wonder of a wondering sigh.

Independence allows us to celebrate
What we have every day.
The freedom to be who we want to be,
And the ability to say what we want to say.

So on this day I remember
Our men and women in arms.
The ones who fought for us then,
And the ones who fight for us now.

So lift up your voices, let freedom ring!
Remember how their blood was shed,
For you and for me, for our country.
And thank them, with a bow of the head.

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MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-four

2009-07-02T13:23:00.003-04:00

"By the way, my name's Chad Marshall. You can call me Chad if you want." The man said as we drove along.

"I'm Jasmine." Jasmine introduced herself. I didn't really need to introduce myself since he already knew who I was...

Chad drove for about half an hour, then pulled into a driveway. "This is my home." He said as he pulled up to the house. It was a small house, nothing special. Well, not to one of you regular people. But to me, any house was special. It was just a rectangular house and not very tall. The yard was nice, though, with a few trees and a bird feeder in the middle. There was a path of stones that led to the porch, and the path was lined with short lights that shone upward.

"You sure this is a good idea?" Jasmine whispered to me as Chad got out of the car.

"No, but I don't have a better one." I replied as I opened the door and stepped out of the car. Jasmine got out after me and Chad led us down the path to the porch. A light turned on above the porch and a girl ran out and gave Chad a hug.

"Yes! You're home! Now we can pop some popcorn and have movie night!" She said excitedly.

"Well, um... There might actually be a slight change of plans..." Chad replied softly. The girl's shoulder's dropped. Chad moved out of the way and she saw us. She looked up at her dad, confused, then back at us.

"You brought home twins?" She asked her dad.

"Jessie, this is Jasmine and Maximum Ride." Chad said, patting Jesse on the back.

"What?" She asked, looking up at him.

"These two girls stopped me on the road on the way home, and this one said she was Maximum Ride. Like from those books you read. Then she showed me her wings and I believed her, then brought the two home with me." Chad smiled as he finished speaking. Jessie stared at us with her mouth gaping open.

"Prove it." She said suddenly. I sighed and rolled my eyes then looked at Jasmine.

"Do I really have to do this?" I asked rhetorically. She nodded. I slowly let out my wings and watched Jessie's eyes widen.

"Wow... You really are Maximum Ride... HOLY COW!!!" Jessie screamed the last part and Jasmine and I both flinched. "I am, like, such a huge fan! Like, seriously! I have all of your books, and the manga, and I totally want to be Max in the movie, but... Now that I've met you I can see I look nothing like you. THIS IS SO COOL!" Jessie giggled like a true fangirl and I smiled. "Come on! You gotta get inside! You can have some leftovers from dinner, and watch a movie with us, and eat popcorn, this is gonna be so fun!!" Jessie said as she pounded up the path, up the porch steps, and into the house. Chad chuckled and motioned for us to follow Jessie. We did so...slightly reluctantly, though...

"She gets excited sometimes." Chad said as we reached the porch. I realized there was a woman standing there, smiling at us. "Oh, girls, this is my wife, Marie." Chad introduced her and she shook my hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Maximum Ride. I've also read the books. I wanted to see what my daughter loved about them, and I found out." Marie said with a smile. I smiled back, glad that they liked out life story so much.

I walked into the house with Jasmine right by me, and we walked right into the kitchen. There was a counter on the far wall that had the sink in it and a dishwasher stuck in between some cabinets. The stove was at the right end of the counter, and at the left end a fridge, then a wall. The wall had a doorway in it... Without a door. Through that doorway I saw their small living room. On the opposite end of the kitchen was a hallway leading to some other rooms. There was a small table in the middle of the kitchen, and there was a plate of food on the table.

"That's Chad's food, but I could heat up some for you girls if you want." Marie said with a smile. I nodded my head eagerly.

"Yes, PLEASE." Jazz said with a wide smile. Marie walked over to the fridge and pulled out a glass pan thingy and set it on the counter next to the microwave. She pulled two plates out of one of the cabinets and began to pile food on them. I guess we looked hungry. She stuck one of the plates in the microwave and it began to heat up. Jessie came back into the room from the hallway holding a few blankets.

"These are my movie watching blankets. Usually I only use one, but since you guys are here, I figure you can use some too!" She said, shoving a blanket into my arms.

"Uh... Thanks..." I said, looking down at the blankets. Jessie smiled and put a blanket in Jazz's arms then walked into the living room. She motioned for us to follow her and we did.

"You can pick any chair you want. Except this one. This is-" Jessie began, but Jazz cut her off.

"Wait, let me guess... You're movie watching chair?" Jazz said with a smile. Jessie nodded. She looked between me and Jazz and her brow furrowed.

"So, you're Max, and is she like, your twin? Is she gonna be in the next book?" Jessie asked eagerly. Jazz and I looked at each other, then Jazz looked down at the blanket in her arms.

"Well, uh, I don't know why she looks like me. I mean, she has a mom that isn't my mom, so I don't know how it is that we look identical..." I said slowly. "She'll probably be in the next book, though, since it's like, our life story and this is happening in real life..." I continued. "At least, I hope this is real life." I said with a chuckle.

"I hope it's real life too, because this is just too awesome!" Jessie said as she put her blanket down on her chair. Jazz and I both tossed our blankets onto the couch.

"Who wants shepherd's pie?" I heard Marie call from the kitchen.

"ME!!" I yelled, running out to the kitchen. I was starving, after all. Jazz ran behind me, and I stopped so suddenly she plowed right into me. I almost fell over, but I caught my balance before I did a face plant on the floor. I sat down on the chair opposite of Chad, who was already seated, and Jazz sat to my left. Marie put a plate of food in front of me, and a plate in front of Jazz. Marie then handed us both a fork and I started to dig in. I glanced up at Chad and saw he was looking at Marie, almost nervously. I glanced up at her and she shrugged. Chad cleared his throat and I swallowed.

"What?" I asked warily.

"Well, it's just that, before we eat... We, uh, pray." Chad said slowly. I let out a sigh. They had me freaked out for a minute there.

"Okay, well, pray." I said with a shrug. Jessie came over to the table and took her dad's hand, and Marie took his other hand. To my surprise, Jazz slipped her hand into Marie's then held her hand out to me. I shrugged and went with it. I took Jazz's hand then took Jessie's hand with my other hand. Chad bowed his head and prayed. I will tell you this... It was a wonderful prayer. It actually got me wondering if God really was there... It sure felt like He was...

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-three

2009-06-30T17:44:00.002-04:00

Author's Note: DOES ANYONE THAT READS MY BLOG ACTUALLY READ THESE STUPID STORIES?? If so, please leave some feedback! Now, on with the story.

We had been walking for hours, but it felt like we'd been walking for eternity. I leaned against a tree and closed my eyes. I hadn't heard any sign of pursuit, so I figured a break was in order. "I hate walking." I muttered as Jasmine leaned against the tree opposite of me.

"That's only because you have wings. Some of us lame, earthbound people actually like it." She panted out. She looked tired. I rolled my eyes then turned back to her.

"You're not lame. You tossed an M-Geek out the window and knocked out a whitecoat." I said, softly. She was pretty impressive for a regular kid. Jasmine shrugged and looked around as my stomach growled... LOUDLY. She turned to look at me with a raised eyebrow and I smiled sheepishly. Jasmine chuckled then looked away again.

"How close is the road?" She asked. I shrugged.

"Not sure. I'll go up and look again." I said. I jumped into the air and let out my wings, quickly pushing them down then up, feeling the wonderful rhythm lift me into the air... When I was above the trees, I took a look around. The road was closer now, but I calculated at least another hour of walking, if we walked fast and didn't take any breaks. I flew back down to Jasmine and sighed.

"We gotta keep walking, don't we?" She asked. I nodded. "How long?"

"A couple hours, I'm guessing..." I replied slowly. Jasmine looked up at the sky and frowned.

"It's gonna be getting dark soon..." She said softly.

"Then I guess we'd better be going." I said as I started trudging towards the road. Jasmine followed after me, keeping up pretty well.

Well, since the walking was one of the most boring things ever, I'll just skip past that to when we got to the road. When we got there, the sun had set. But it was still sorta light out. Jasmine looked down the road and sighed. She looked beat at this point. I bet I looked awful close to beat, though...

"Which way?" Jasmine asked me. I ran my hand through my messy hair.

Stop a car. The Voice suddenly piped up.

"We need to stop the next car. Maybe they'll give us money for food or a lift or something." I said as my stomach growled again. I was officially starving at this point. The less rational part of me was wishing I was back at that building of evil just so I could eat. The rational part of me was ready to eat the less rational part, so I didn't think that being irrational ever again was going to be a problem.

Just then, I saw headlights coming from our left. Jasmine and I began waving our arms and yelling for them to stop or something. Of course, they didn't stop. They zoomed right on by. We stared after them and Jasmine sighed.

"Well, that worked." She said sarcastically. I wanted to punch a tree. Three cars went by after that, and I was about ready to take down the entire forest behind us with brute force. I saw more headlights to our left and clenched my fists.

"How much you wanna bet they're not gonna stop?" I asked Jasmine.

"I'll bet you ten bucks that they will stop." Jasmine grumbled, then she ran right in front of the car. The car skidded to a stop and the man inside began yelling at Jasmine. She looked over at me and nodded. I walked over to the driver's side of the car and knocked on his window. He rolled it down and glared at me.

"What?" He snapped. I glanced back over at Jasmine and she mouthed "Tell him the truth" to me. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.

"We're like, super lost. And hungry. Starving, even. Can you help us out?" I asked, hoping I sounded sweet enough. This guy didn't look like he was buying it. I looked away, sighed, and shook my head. "Okay, you want the whole truth? We were kidnapped by... I don't even know who. We escaped earlier this evening and have been walking for HOURS. I'm hungry, she's hungry, I need to get back to my family. Please, please help us!" I explained. He still looked a bit sceptical.

"Tell him your name." Jasmine suddenly suggested. She was still standing in front of the car.

"My name is Maximum Ride." I hoped some recognition would show on his face. None did. "I have a book series named after me... Written by this dude named James Patterson..." I said slowly.

"OH! I know James Patterson! He wrote that Alex Cross book, right?" The guy said, smiling.

"Yes, and he wrote a bunch books about me and my Flock." I continued explaining. "The first one is Maximum Ride: The Angel Experiment, then there's School's Out Forever, and-"

"Wait... I think my daughter told me about those books... Aren't they about some kids that can fly or something?" The man interrupted me.

"Yes! Yes they are!" I said, suddenly excited.

"And you want me to believe you can fly...?" He asked slowly. I sighed as I saw where this was going.

"Prove it to him!" Jasmine suddenly yelled. My shoulder's slumped as I took a step back from the car. I slowly unfolded my wings and watched his eyes widen.

"So... You really are Maximum Ride..." He said slowly. "My daughter would love to meet you!" He exclaimed, pushing the unlock button on the car. I hesitated as I always do, wondering if this was really a good idea.

Don't worry, you'll be fine. The Voice suddenly said. Just go and meet his daughter. You might even find a computer... You could contact Fang that way. The Voice made a good argument. And so did my growling stomach. So, I got in. Jasmine followed me and got into the backseat with me. I noticed that this was just a regular old car. Nothing spiffy, and nothing suspicious... That was a good sign, right?

"Buckle up, ladies!" The man said as he looked into his rear-view mirror at us. We did as we were told (for once) then he started to drive. I glanced over at Jasmine, and she actually looked just as tense as I did. I decided that I really did like this girl.

HP, chapter 9

2009-06-29T20:46:00.003-04:00

Samantha walked quietly down the hall, hoping no one heard her. She was aloud to be out and about, but that didn't mean she wanted everyone to know she was eavesdropping. She stopped outside the door to Professor Longbottom's office and put her ear to the door. She could only hear the muffled words and different voices. Samantha reached into her pocket and pulled out the ear she had bought from George's prank shop. She put the ear over her own and slowly stuck the string connected to it under the door. She heard everything perfectly after that.

"What are we going to do?" She heard Longbottom ask. He sounded worried.

"We'll have to go look for her again!" It was a different teacher... Samantha couldn't remember his name.

"Why aren't we out there right now looking for her? It's the middle of the night, she could be in grave danger! She could even be dead!" The last sentence was hissed, but Samantha still heard it. It made her blood run cold.

"She's not dead! If she was dead we would have found her!" Longbottom said, panic rising in his voice.

"Professor McGonagal, what're we gonna do?" Hagrid asked. He sounded defeated... Samantha felt bad for him. She felt worse for Professor mcGonagal, though. After all, she was the one who organized their punishment.

"We're not going to make a big deal of this! We're going to stay calm and think of something to tell the students. Some of them will notice she's gone and ask questions. Rumors will circulate and we have to make sure parents don't find out." McGonagal said quickly and quietly. Samantha clenched her fists at her sides. They were going to lie to the students, she knew it. When were they going to go find Andrea?

"When will we be going out again to find her?" Longbottom suddenly voiced Samantha's question. Samantha heard a sigh and waited for someone to reply. Finally, McGonagal did.

"We'll have to look for her after all of the classes are finished. We don't want to make the students suspicious. If they find out, they'll tell their parents and Hogwarts will be ruined." McGonagal said sadly.

More like you'll be ruined. Samantha thought as she glared at nothing. She heard what sounded somewhat like a growl.

"Why can't we just go look for her NOW?!" Professor Longbottom practically yelled.

"If you want to go look for her now, be my guest." McGonagal replied softly. Samantha heard footsteps coming towards the door. She jumped up and ran down the hall, making it to the end of the hallway just in time. Just as she turned the corner, Professor Longbottom stormed out of the room. Samantha leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. She heard more footsteps follow after Longbottom's and was relieved that he wasn't going out there alone.

Samantha walked down a few hallways until she came to a window looking out over the Forbidden Forest. She saw a few teachers walk into the Forest with their wands lit. Samantha sighed and closed her eyes. She suddenly felt an icy hand on her shoulder and glanced over to see nearly-headless Nick standing next to her.

"Andrea will be all right." He said softly. Samantha smiled sadly.

"Yeah... Whatever you say." She replied as she gazed back out the window. She only hoped Sir Nicholas was right...

HP, Chapter 8, continued

2009-06-25T15:28:00.003-04:00

"Um... Do either of you know how to get back to Hogwarts?" Andrea asked quietly. Archie and Scruffy both looked up at her.

"Nope. Not even sure how you strayed this far out into the forest." Scruffy replied.

"Sorry..." Archie said softly. He looked genuinely sad. Andrea bit her lower lip and rested her head on her knees. Archie looked up at Scruffy, who had gone back to his stick carving.

"Are you hungry, Andrea?" Archie asked. Andrea glanced up at him and shrugged.

"I'll take that as a yes." Scruffy said, standing up. His stick now had a good point on it. "You gonna put the fire on, Arch?" Scruffy asked as he turned around.

"Will do." Archie replied as he too stood up. Andrea watched as Scruffy walked off into the forest and Archie began making a fire. Archie gathered some sticks and put them into a small pile in the middle of a circle of large rocks. Andrea put her head down again and closed her eyes. Part of her wanted to cry, but she didn't want to cry in front of a complete stranger... Instead, she decided to ask some questions.

"How did you end up in here if your just a regular person?" Andrea heard Archie sigh and she glanced up. His back was to her, and he already had a fire going.

"Well, it's just easier for someone like me to live out here. Since I couldn't get a job, I didn't have any money, and a place to stay costs money... So, with no where else to turn, I just came out here." Archie finished his rather short explanation without turning around.

"Don't you have any family?" Andrea asked. Archie didn't reply for a minute, instead he just appeared to be watching the fire.

"Scruffy's the closest to family I have now..." He said softly.

"How long have you been out here?" Andrea asked. She wondered if she should stop asking questions, but she was curious and didn't want to just sit there with her thoughts... Archie sighed again then replied.

"A while. A long while. It's hard to keep track of time when you don't have a watch or a calendar, and after a while, you don't really care anymore..." Archie let his voice trail off. Andrea didn't think she would stop caring about how long she was out here... She would think of a way to keep track.

"How did you meet Scruffy?" Andrea continued her questioning.

"Well, I came out here and came across him. I met him in the middle of the day, and he insisted that I stayed with him, at least for the evening." Andrea interrupted Archie to ask a question.

"What do you mean 'stay with him'? There's no house here."

"Actually, this is our house. This is where Scruffy brought me when we first met. He told me to make a bed... Higher up, he suggested. I had no idea what he meant by that, but I found out that night..."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that that night was a full moon. That's why Scruffy told me to build a bed high up. And I did." Archie explained. Andrea felt the color rush out of her face.

"Wait... So... Scruffy's a... Werewolf??" Andrea asked slowly.

"Yes, but he's not one of the bad ones. I'll let him explain it to you." Archie replied. Andrea was really scared now... "Anyways, that night Scruffy made sure none of the bad werewolves came too close, and the rest is really history. Scruffy's like the big brother I never had." Archie finished and turned around, a small smile on his face. Just then, Scruffy walked back into the small clearing with three fish in his hands.

"I forgot I didn't bring anything to hold 'em in... So I only brought back three... If it's not enough, I'll go back for more." Scruffy said softly. He glanced over at Andrea and smiled. Andrea had a feeling that he had heard what she and Archie had been talking about. Archie took one of the fish and sat down on a stump near the fire. He pulled a sharp rock out of his pocket and began to skin the fish. Scruffy began skinning another fish with his pocket knife.

"You want one?" Scruffy asked, holding a partially skinned fish out to Andrea. She curled up a little more and shook her head. Scruffy glanced up at Archie, who shrugged.

"Give her time. She'll eat eventually." Archie said in a whisper. Scruffy looked at Andrea out of the corner of his eye and hoped Archie was right.

Andrea curled up as small as she could and bit her bottom lip. She had tears in her eyes, and she wanted to get out of the Forest. She hoped someone would find her soon. Archie and Scruffy seemed nice, but Andrea didn't want to be out here in the Forest with them. She wanted to be back in the school with her friends... Andrea closed her eyes as the first tear rolled down her cheek.

HP, Chapter 8

2009-06-22T17:30:00.006-04:00

"Uuugh..." Andrea opened her eyes and looked around. Her head hurt, her side hurt, her back hurt... Well, basically everything hurt. She rubbed her eyes then blinked a few times, then propped herself up on her elbows. She looked around slowly and realized she was in a forest... She tried to remember what had happened, but she couldn't... Suddenly, she saw a man walk up to her. Andrea gasped and moved a few more feet away from him. His hair was messy, and he had a short beard. His clothes were baggy and ripped in places.

"Don't worry none, I ain't gonna hurt ya." He said as he sat down on a rock. He had a bit of a rough voice with an English accent mixed in. He smiled at Andrea, and she remarked that his teeth were surprisingly white. She had expected them to be yellow and rotting...

"Well, I would think you gave her quite a fright, coming up out of no where like that." Another voice came from her other side. Andrea quickly looked over and saw another man sitting next to her. He smiled warmly, and Andrea noticed that his skin was incredibly pale. He didn't show his teeth when he smiled, but he did have a fair amount of compassion in his eyes. He had short hair that was surprisingly neat, and he wore clothes that weren't nearly as baggy as the other man's clothes.

"Who...who are you? Where am I?" Andrea asked, edging farther back from both men.

"I, am Archibald Kruntz, and this is-" The pale man began, but the other one cut him off.

"I'm Scruffy, he's Archie. Simple as that." He replied. Andrea stared at them both, slightly confused.

"I don't know why you're so ashamed of your name, Scruffy." Archie said while shaking his head.
"'Cause it's stupid, that's why. My parents musta been drunk when they were namin' me." Scruffy said, frowning. He picked up a stick then reached into his pocket and pulled out a pocketknife. Scruffy began carving on the stick, mostly just giving it a point.

"Don't mind him, he has a bit of an attitude in the morning." Archie whispered to Andrea.

"I heard that!" Scruffy said loudly. Archie smirked and his eyes twinkled.

"Now, as to answer your other question, you are in the Forbidden Forest." Archie said calmly. Andrea thought she was going to throw up. She remembered that she and Albus had come to a clearing...then...nothing.

"How did ya get here, anyways?" Scruffy asked.

"It was a punishment for breaking some rules." Andrea replied softly.

"You go to Hogwarts, then?" Archie asked as he stood up. Andrea nodded.

"Ah, I remember Hogwarts... Good times." Scruffy said absentmindedly.

"Do you remember anything else that happened?" Archie asked. He walked over to a bowl that was on a rock and pulled a piece of cloth out of it. The cloth was wet, so Andrea assumed there was water in the bowl. He began walking back towards Andrea as she shook her head. Archie sighed and kneeled down next to her. "I was afraid of that..." He said softly. Andrea went to move a little farther from him, but she moved right into Scruffy. She gasped and Scruffy shrugged.

"Why do ya keep gettin' scared of me?" Scruffy asked, smiling down at her.

"Because you appear out of no where." Archie replied shortly. Scruffy rolled his eyes and Archie glanced up at Andrea, then up at Scruffy.

"You can tell her." Scruffy said, sitting back on his heels. Archie sighed again and his shoulders dropped.

"Um, all right then... Uh, you have a bit of a side wound." Archie said quickly.

"What? What do you mean?" Andrea asked, wishing she could just disappear into the tree behind her.

"Um, if you could pull up your shirt just a little bit, just about an inch or two, I could show you..." Archie looked very uncomfortable, and Andrea was sure she mirrored his expression. She swallowed hard then lifted up her shirt about half an inch, then bent over and looked at her side. She saw bandages on it. She lifted her shirt up a bit more, and saw more bandages... Some of them were tinted read. Andrea put her shirt down slowly then looked up at Archie.

"We found you a little ways away... Scruffy thought he smelled something dead, and for a minute after we found you, I thought he meant you... But you were still breathing, barely, but still...so I guessed it was something else. You were bleeding badly, so we brought you back here and bandaged you up best we could. You can thank Scruffy for some of the bandages, because his clothes weren't quite as ripped before you came." Archie smiled sadly and Andrea looked away.

"What's your name?" Scruffy asked suddenly. Andrea brought her knees up to her chin and wrapped her arms around them. It hurt to bend like that, though.

"Andrea," She replied softly.

"That's a nice name." Archie said with a smile. He handed Andrea the wet cloth he had been holding and smiled.

"I was originally going to use that to clean your wound, but since you're awake now..." Archie stopped and shrugged.

"How did you know how to bandage it up so well?" Andrea asked. She hadn't really examined the bandage, but it looked like it was done by a professional.

"I trained to be a doctor for a while... Once I graduated, though, I couldn't get a job." Archie began explaining. He leaned back against a different tree and looked up at the leaves above him. "No one would let me work at a hospital because of how I looked. No matter what I said, they wouldn't listen." Andrea swallowed hard and thought she knew what was coming.

"Are you a...vampire?" She asked, afraid of the answer. She didn't want to be stuck in the Forbidden Forest with a vampire.

"No!" Archie yelled suddenly. Andrea jumped.

"Archie, no need to yell." Scruffy said, moving back to the rock he had been sitting on before.

"I'm sorry, it's just that... I'm so tired of people making that assumption because of how I look." Archie continued. "I have a condition that makes me look so pale, and-"

"And gives you fangs." Scruffy finished for him.

"I do not have fangs." Archie said, glaring at Scruffy.

"No, but you do have some awfully big incisors..." Scruffy mumbled. Archie sighed and looked away.

"They're canines, Scruffy. You of all people should know that..." Archie mumbled while picking up a twig off of the ground.

"So... You're not a vampire?" Andrea asked.

"Correct, I am not a vampire. I have an iron condition." Archie said shortly. Andrea looked down at her hands. She had a feeling this was going to be a long day... She wondered if either of these men knew how to get back to Hogwarts...

HP, Chapter 7, continued

2009-06-22T11:59:00.003-04:00

Hagrid practically ran up the lawn to the steps, and Albus thought he was going to be sick. Both from what had happened in the Forest and from all of the bouncing. "Hey, how was-" Albus heard his brother's voice as Hagrid walked up the steps and through the big doors leading into the school. Albus caught a glance of James and Samantha, who were evidentally both standing there waiting for him and Andrea. Albus was still crying and tried to hide his face from James and Samantha as they walked past them. After just a few minutes, Albus realized he was being sat down in a chair. He looked around and realized he and Hagrid were in Professor McGonagal's office. Hagrid and McGonagal were talking, and all of the portraits were staring at Albus. Albus wiped his nose of his robe sleeve and tried to stop crying. His eyes hurt from crying so much...

"Albus, I need you to tell me what happened in there." McGonagal said softly but urgently. Albus nodded and sniffed, trying to stifle his sobs.

"We went down one of the paths while Hagrid and Fang went down the other one..." Albus began. McGonagal glanced over at Hagrid.

"Which path?" She asked. Albus wasn't sure who she was asking, but Hagrid answered.

"The safe one!" Hagrid said loudly as he threw his hands in the air. "I sent 'em down the safe one! I knew this was a bad idea." Hagrid mumbled the last bit, but McGonagal still heard.

"What happened next?" McGonagal asked Albus.

"We went down the path and came to a clearing, and it stunk." Albus hiccuped and McGonagal's brow creased.

"What did it smell like?" McGonagal continued her questioning.

"I'm not sure... We got there and we both heard something, so we turned to look. I heard something snap and I looked for what it was, and then-" Albus stopped and began crying again.

"Then what?"

"She screamed, and she was gone." Albus put his head in his hands and tried to curl up into a ball, but it was rather hard to do when he was sitting in a chair. Professor McGonagal stood up and talked to Hagrid some more.

"We'll send out some teachers to find her, and you'll be going out too. She can't be too far from there." Albus heard her say. He felt a hand on his shoulder. Albus looked up to see Hagrid standing there, a grim look on his face. Professor McGonagal looked up at Hagrid and gave him a quick nod.

"Come on, Albus. Back to your common room." Hagrid said, gently lifting him up. Albus walked out of the room, down the staircase, and back through the hallways to his common room. Albus walked through the door and realized Hagrid wasn't next to him anymore.

"Albus!" Holly cried as soon as he walked through the door. Albus looked up and wiped the tears out of his eyes. He had cried so hard that he didn't think he could cry anymore. He saw the rest of his friends standing near by, including James and Samantha. Holly ran right up to him and gave him a hug.

"W-where's Andrea?" Peter asked hesitantly. Albus looked up, and found to his surprise that he could cry some more. Samantha walked over to him and wrapped him up in a hug.

"It's okay, it's okay." She whispered in his ear. Albus didn't really think it was.

No one said anything for a while, they all just stood there like they were. Holly and Samantha hugging Albus and the others just staring. Albus didn't know how many people walked through the common room while they all just stood there... He didn't really care, either.

Suddenly, the door flung open and Professor Longbottom ran in. He stopped when he saw Albus being hugged. Longbottom walked over to him quickly and Holly and Samantha stepped back. Longbottom bent down to Albus's level and looked him in the eyes. Longbottom opened his mouth to say something, but didn't seem to find the words. So, he just hugged Albus quickly then walked farther into the common room, evidentally looking for something.

"It'll be okay, Albus. They'll find her." James said softly as Albus numbly made his way over to a chair in front of the fire. Albus curled up on the chair and watched the fire dance. He wondered what had happened to Andrea back there...and if they really would find her... Before he knew it, he was asleep...

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-two

2009-06-13T20:20:00.002-04:00

I looked around frantically as we walked down the hallways. I noticed a door to our right down a small hallway. "This way, maybe this one leads out." I whispered. I let Jasmine look like she was leading, but it was hard because I wanted to get out so badly. She peered in the window and I pretended to look all "huffy-puffy" and angry.

"Coast is clear." Jasmine said, looking down at the doorknob on the door. She bent down and looked at it more carefully, then pulled out the large key ring she had taken from the whitecoat. She began flipping through the dozens of keys and finally came to one that she must have liked, because she tried it on the lock on the doorknob. She turned the key and smiled at me as the door opened. We walked inside and I noticed that this wasn't actually an exit. It was a just another room with lots of electrical equipment in it. I walked over to one of the many computers and looked at the screen.

"Hey, check this out." I said to Jasmine as I looked more closely at the screen. It had a diagram of a wolf on it and some writing in another language.

"It looks like...German." Jasmine said as she peered at the screen.

"Weird..." I said, wishing I could read German.

"Come on, let's go." Jasmine said, pulling me away from the computer. We walked out and continued our quest for an exit. We tried to look as normal as possible, which was kinda impossible...since we looked exactly alike. Jasmine put her head down as we walked past a whitecoat, but that didn't stop him from grabbing her shoulder and looking at her.

"Hey...you're-" Before I could even react, and before he could finish his sentence, Jasmine had punched him so hard he konked right out.

"Let's go!" Jasmine said, sounding freakishly like me. We ran down the hallway and kept turning with it, zooming past whitecoats and M-Geeks. Jasmine was pretty fast, but she started slowing down before I did. After all, she was just a regular human.

"Max...there's a wall." Jasmine said, coming to a stop. I looked forward and stopped just before I hit the wall. Unfortunately, I didn't account for sliding on the slippery floor, so I still hit the wall.

"Ugh..." I said, looking back at Jasmine. I rubbed my head and looked around. There was only a window. "We gotta jump." I said suddenly.

"What?" Jasmine said, staring at me like I was insane. I walked over to the window and looked out it.

"It's not that far..." I said, pretty much lying. It was at least a twenty foot drop. "Come on." I said, trying to open the window. It wouldn't open. "Guess I'll have to do it the old fashioned way..." I mumbled, stepping away from the window. I was about ten feet away from it, and I hoped that would give me enough force. I ran at the window and put my hands out in front of me. I smashed into the window...and it didn't break. I almost broke, though.

"Well, that worked well." Jasmine said sarcastically. Suddenly, I heard footsteps running down the hall towards us. I turned to look just as some M-Geeks turned around the corner and saw us.

"Great..." I said with a sigh. "There goes that plan..."

"Don't give up so easily." Jasmine said, clenching her fists. I watched in awe as she grabbed the nearest M-Geek and swung him through the window. The window smashed clean open, and the M-Geeks must have been in shock too, because they didn't do anything for a minute. I took that slot of time to jump out the window. I heard some more smashing from inside and went to go see if Jasmine was okay, when I saw the butt of a gun smashing at the last bits of glass in the window frame. Suddenly, Jasmine flipped herself out of the window so that she was just hanging onto the window sill. She looked over her shoulder at me and smiled, then dropped down to the window sill below her. I flew down by her and helped balance her so she didn't fall. Suddenly, I heard a bullet get fired.

"Let go!" Jasmine yelled at me. I did as she said and she jumped down to the ground as soon as I let go of her. Her jump was more of a back flip, though. She landed clumsily on the ground and I flew down by her. I landed much more neatly than she did, but I had wings...

"Come on!" I pulled in my wings and began running away, hoping Jasmine was following me. I heard more gunfire and sped up. Jasmine came up next to me and we ran into the woods that was near the building we had previously been in.

"Well...that was fun." Jasmine said as she leaned against the nearest tree. We were just beyond the tree line, hopefully out of the vision of the M-Geeks.

"We have to keep moving. They'll send out M-Geeks to get us." I said, hoping Jasmine was up for some hiking.

"Okay, but I have to loose this stupid white coat." Jasmine said, taking off the white coat and taking the keys out of her pocket. I nodded and looked around, wishing I could see more...

"Come on." I said, walking further into the woods. I heard Jasmine's footsteps following me and looked around more. "We need to find a road or something..." I mumbled.

"Go up for a minute and see what you can see." Jasmine said, panting slightly. I nodded and opened my wings, then shot up into the air. I looked around quickly and saw a road in the distance...the far distance. I dove back down to Jasmine and began leading the way towards the road.

While we were walking, I kept trying to figure out what had been on that computer screen...

Just Let Me Scream...

2009-06-11T13:53:00.005-04:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iL35Svix2I4 <---click

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twenty-one

2009-05-30T15:28:00.002-04:00

"Max, what did they do to you in there? You haven't been very talkative..." Jasmine said through the wall. I sighed and put my hands in my head.

"I'm sorry...I'm just not feeling all that great." I said quietly, half hoping she wouldn't hear me.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Jasmine said. I kinda wished she would stop talking to me now...

"I had a really bad headache, and weird dream, and found out those whitecoats were 'observing' me in my sleep." I said softly.

"Like, one of those brain blasting headaches?" Jasmine asked me. I nodded, then realized this was like communicating with Iggy. He couldn't see me, and neither could she...

"I just nodded." I said dryly.

"I figured you did." She replied. There was a pause while both of us just sat there. I was thinking about my Flock...formulating an escape...wishing I had less thoughts in my head.

"I want a pencil." Jasmine said suddenly. I just about jumped out of my skin.

"Why?" I asked her.

"Because I'm bored as a fly on a wall when no one's talking." She replied. I forced a laugh then sighed.

"Max...just get out of here, okay?" Jasmine said softly.

"No, we're getting out of here together." I said firmly.

"Okay...but how?" She asked. Suddenly, I got an idea.

"Okay, do the whitecoats come in with MGeeks when they come in to get you?" I asked her.

"No..." She replied.

"Great. Can you beat up the next whitecoat that comes in to get you, then?" I continued, starting to get pumped.

"Depends on how big the next one is...I can try..." She replied slowly and quietly.

"Okay, if you can, take their whitecoat and make yourself look as evil as possible, just like one of them." I spoke the words just as they were forming in my brain. "Then, you go out and come to my room and get me out, then we go from there." I finished and hoped she was up to the challenge. Te plan required a lot on her part...

"Okay, Max...I'll try." She said quietly. Suddenly, I heard the door to her room open.

"You got this one?" I asked her.

"Yeah. He's scrawny." She whispered back. Suddenly, I heard the whitecoat start talking, then a sudden 'oof', then a few grunts, and then someone falling on the floor.

"You got him?" I asked, pressing my ear against the wall.

"Yep. Whitecoat on, clipboard in hand, and evil smile on face." Jasmine said with a cackle.

"Great! Now come get me out of here!" I said with a smile.

"Will do. Ooh, look at this big loop of keys on his belt..." I could hear her laughing still, and it was funny. I heard her walk out, close the door, then begin walking towards my door. I heard her talking to the MGeeks outside my room, then the door opened. I got up and ran over to the door, happy to be getting out of here.

"Okay, what's the plan, Stan?" She asked in a whisper as we began walking away.

"Honestly...I didn't think we'd make it this far...so give me a minute to think." I replied, hoping my brain would work fast.

HP, Chapter 7 (You thought I'd forgotten about them, hadn't you?)

2009-05-27T20:38:00.002-04:00

If you don't remember where I left off on this, do what I did and read back. :P (Yes, I had to read back to remember what last happened!)

After all of their classes, Albus and Andrea were led up to Professor McGonnagal's office by Professor Longbottom. Andrea looked downright ashamed, where as Albus just looked scared. They came to a stone gargoyle and Professor Longbottom stopped them. "Pumpkin cakes." He said simply, and the statue began to move. As it did, a staircase rose from beneath it. After the staircase was done moving, Professor Longbottom led them up to Professor McGonnagal's office. Professor Longbottom knocked on the door and sighed, looking down sympathetically at Albus and Andrea.

"Come in." Professor McGonnagal said from inside. Longbottom opened the door slowly and pushed Albus and Andrea inside. McGonnagal was sitting behind a large desk, and there were portraits all around the room. Albus and Andrea walked up to the desk and McGonnagal glanced up at them from a scroll she was reading.

"So, what did you two do to earn you a visit to my office?" She asked softly.

"We broke some rules..." Albus said quietly. He heard Andrea sniff beside him.

"What did you do?"

"We were out of the common room when we were supposed to be in it, and we were in a forbidden corridor..." Albus said slowly. McGonnagal sighed.

"Well, then you get to help Hagrid tonight." She said quickly.

"Doing what...?" Albus asked warily. He knew working with Hagrid could only be a punishment if they were doing something terrible.

"You'll see when you get there. You can go down to his cabin now and he'll tell you what to do." McGonnagal said shortly. The two kids nodded and Longbottom began leading them out. Albus glanced around the room as they walked out and noticed most of the portraits appeared to be asleep. There were two that were watching them carefully, though. One was an old man with white hair and a beard, the other had dark hair, a pointed nose, and no beard. Albus's eyes locked with the eyes of the black-haired portrait for a minute, then Albus looked away.

After they were back down the stairs, Longbottom looked down at Albus and Andrea and sighed. "Good luck, you two." He said in a whisper, then walked off.

"Come on." Andrea said glumly. She led Albus down the hall to the large door leading outside. Suddenly, Peeves swept down and floated in front of the two children.

"Congratulations on your first offense!" He said, reaching for Albus's hands. Albus stared at him, slightly confused.

"Go away, Peeves." Andrea said in almost a growl. Peeves stuck his tongue out at her then flew away. They continued on until they got to the door. It was open to the warm evening air. The sky was still light, but you could tell the sun was starting to set. Albus and Andrea slowly made their way down to Hagrid's hut. Hagrid was standing outside with an enormous black dog that Albus knew as Fang.*

"Well, good evening, you two." Hagrid said as they reached his cabin. "Din't expect to see you two 'ere for a punishment, though. 'Ave to admit that." He said with a small smile. Andrea sighed and Albus stuck his hands in his pockets.

"What are we supposed to help you with?" Albus asked warily.

"Findin' a Skrewt's all." Hagrid said quickly.

"Where?" Andrea asked slowly.

"In the Forest." Andrea gasped as Hagrid turned around and started walking towards the Forbidden Forest.

"Um, not to be rude, but last time someone went looking for a Skrewt in there they almost ended up dead." Andrea said.

"Been years since then, yer gunna be fine!" Hagrid said, walking more towards the Forbidden Forest. "Besides, ya got yer wands on ya, right?" He glanced over his shoulder and Albus and Andrea nodded. "Then yer gunna be fine! Now come on!" He said, leading Fang with him. Fang was an old dog, and slow, but it made Hagrid go slower, so Albus didn't mind it.

A few steps into the Forbidden Forest and it was almost completely black. "Stick to the paths, you two." Hagrid said, walking off.

"Where are you going?" Albus asked him.

"To look for the Skrewt! You two stay together!" Hagrid called. Andrea gaped after him as he just walked off, calm as could be.

"I'm scared." Albus whispered. Andrea nodded then sighed.

"Come on. Let's keep moving." Andrea pulled out her wand and said a spell quickly, and the end of her wand lit up. Every time they heard a movement, she shined the light in the direction. Usually it was nothing. Sometimes, though, they thought for sure it was something...

After a few minutes of walking, they came into a small clearing. "Do you know where we are?" Albus asked softly.

"No, but I know how to get back." Andrea said. She sniffed the air and grimaced. "Do you smell that?" She asked in a whisper.

"Yes. What is it?" Albus replied, just as quietly as Andrea had asked her question.

"I don't know, but I'm guessing we'll find out..." Andrea replied. Suddenly, Albus heard a snap behind them. He and Andrea spun around and looked frantically around. Albus saw something out of the corner of his eye and spun to look at it. There was nothing there.

"Andrea, did you see-" He was cut off, though, by a piercing scream. Albus spun around to look for Andrea and didn't see her anywhere.

"Andrea?" He called out. There was no reply. "ANDREA!" He yelled. Suddenly, he pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the sky. A red spark shot out of it and exploded into fireworks above the trees. Albus waited and watched until he heard footsteps pounding towards him. Albus was so scared, he was shaking. He turned and saw Hagrid bound up to him, Fang on his heels.

"Where's Andrea?" Hagrid asked, looking around wildly. Suddenly, Albus burst into tears.

"I turned away from her for a minute, and then she was gone! She screamed, and then she was gone!" Albus threw himself at Hagrid and Hagrid picked Albus up. Hagrid tried to calm him down, but it didn't do any good. "It's all my fault!" Albus wailed. His head was buried in Hagrid's enormous coat, so he didn't see where they were going. He just knew they were walking out of the Forest.

"Wait, we have to find her!" Albus sobbed out.

"No, we have to go tell the teachers. I knew this was a bad idea." Hagrid muttered the last part, and Albus tried to stop crying. He wondered what would happen now...

*Fang is funny as a dog's name. *giggles*

Grammar, Spelling, and Capitalization

2009-05-23T16:36:00.002-04:00

Okay, I realize that some of you (my readers) don't use correct spelling, capitalization, and grammar. And I realize that I sometimes misspell words, forget punctuation, and use improper grammar, but can't people at least make an effort to try to spell right? Or capitalize words at the beginning of sentences? Please? It makes it so much easier to read your posts and everything... I mean, why do people do it? Really? Is it easier to type? Okay, I'm going to try to type in "text talk" for a sentence and see if it's any easier than regular typing.

k this is me typing n txt tlk n no its not easier its the same

Although I do have to remind myself not to put in commas or anything... I mean, seriously, which is easier to read? *sigh* I guess that because I write like a maniac, this just bugs me a little. --_--

Sorry if I offended any of you guys, I just wanted to say it. And I realize that I also forget to spell correctly and everything sometimes. So this is a post about me, too. Just voicing my opinion. No hard feelings. I still love you guys, I just had to get this off my chest. *deep breath* Ah, much better.

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter twenty

2009-05-22T17:08:00.002-04:00

Fang and Gazzy walked into the cafeteria, and Fang could hear Gazzy's stomach growl. Fang glanced down at Gazzy, and Gazzy blushed. Fang smiled quickly then led Gazzy over to a long counter with food all behind it. Fang grabbed a tray and Gazzy followed his lead. They began making their way along the line, getting as much food as they could fit on their trays. When they got to the end of the counter, they came to a line of people waiting to pay.

"Oh..." Fang said quietly. He had forgotten about having to pay for all of this...

"I have some change in my pockets that I've found on the ground and stuff..." Gazzy said, glancing up at Fang. Gazzy always seemed to know what was going on. He couldn't read minds, but he always knew what you were thinking anyways. Fang cast a small smile at him then looked back to the line.

"I might have to go see if the others have any cash on them..." Fang said quietly. They kept taking baby-steps forward until they got to the front of the line. When they did, the guy at the counter looked at them like they were crazy.

"Do you have enough money for all of that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"We'll see." Fang said, setting his tray on the counter. Fang began digging in his pockets and Gazzy followed his example.

"I think your total comes to..." The guy stopped and stared at the small screen with the price on it. The total came to roughly $100. Fang swallowed hard and glanced down at Gazzy.

"Can you run back and see if any of the others have some money on them, Gazzy?" Fang whispered. Gazzy nodded and dashed off to where the others were. Fang sighed and glanced up at the guy.

"How many people are you feeding?" He asked Fang while glancing down at his tray.

"A few." Fang replied shortly. He wasn't in the mood to talk with this kid. The only kid he was really in the mood to talk to was Gazzy...or Iggy...or Max. He missed Max. He hoped she was okay.

After a few minutes, Gazzy came back, panting. He handed Fang a wad of money and and looked over at the guy behind the counter. "Hopefully that's enough." Gazzy said. "If not," he reached into his pockets and pulled out some change, "here's some more. Not much more, but some more." Gazzy said, smiling. Fang handed the money to the kid behind the counter and the guy began counting it.

"Lucky you," he began after he finished counting the money. "You have just enough here." The kid stuck the money into the cash drawer then smiled at Fang. "Enjoy your meal...s..." He added the "s" as an after thought. Fang nodded then picked up his tray and Gazzy followed suite. Then, they walked back to the others.

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter nineteen

2009-05-19T19:29:00.002-04:00

I finally crawled over to my tray of food and ate it. I was getting bad enough hunger pains that if I didn't, I figured my stomach would eat through my skin... So, I ate the radioactive waste. Once I had finished, I crawled back over to the wall and sat down against it. "You eat yet?" I asked Jasmine.

"No." She replied.

"It's actually not half-bad. That might be the drugs kicking in, but I don't actually mind that." I replied sarcastically. I heard Jasmine sigh and crawl over to the middle of her room and get her food.

"You're right!" I heard her call. "It's not half-bad! It's all bad!" I smiled and closed my eyes...and before I knew it, I was asleep.

I woke up and heard Angel crying. I stood up and walked to where the sound was coming from. It was pitch black in the room, and I had to walk slowly to avoid tripping on things. "Angel...?" I said sleepily. I heard her...but I had no idea where she was. I looked around and couldn't find her. "Angel." I said a little louder.

"Max!" I heard her yell. She sounded scared.

"Angel! Where are you?" I yelled into the darkness. My adrenaline was starting to pump.

"Max!" I heard her sob.

"Angel!" I yelled again. This time there was no reply. "Angel!" I yelled again, desperate for any sound.

Suddenly, I heard a yell, but it came from me. It felt like my head was exploding. It was one of those headaches I hadn't had in a while...one of those that I thought I had gotten past. I knelt down on the ground and screamed. My head hurt so bad... But why? It hadn't hurt like this in ages!

It'll be okay, Max...

I moaned as the Voice talked to me. I cradled my head in my arms, wishing for someone to comfort me but at the same time thankful that no one could witness this...

Suddenly, light flashed in my eyes. I was in a white room, on a table, looking up at the ceiling. I looked around and saw some whitecoats looking at me. Others were discussing things among themselves. My head hurt like crazy...but it had all just been a dream... Or had it?

"How long have I been in here? What's going on?" I asked fiercely.

"You've been in this particular room for a few hours. And we're just examining you. You talk in your sleep. Well, it was more like a moan." The stupid whitecoat I hit in the face with the glass said. He had a massive bruise on his head and his whole forehead was red...

"Examining me sleeping??" I asked, trying to get up. I realized I was strapped down.

"Yes. Seeing how you react to certain things." He said.

"What 'certain things'?" I asked as I glared at him. He smiled an almost evil smile and turned away. I glared at the back of his head as another whitecoat came over to me and undid the velcro straps holding me down. I got up quickly and glanced around the room. There were lots of medical things and viles of colored liquid all over the room. The whitecoat took my arm and I growled at him, then he led me out and back to my room.

I don't know if you've seen this, but...

2009-05-19T15:31:00.002-04:00

IT'S AWESOME!! Dude, if you don't like some acapella after this, you have no soul. :P

I love Star Wars songs...

If the link didn't work, please tell me. I don't know if I've ever done that sort of thing on my blog before...

2009-05-16T22:45:00.003-04:00

I told her I was gonna write it, so here it is. Bear with me. :P

Mom, I said I'd write it, so just take a seat.
Just find a comfy chair and plant your little feet.
You say you don't like poetry, but please bear with me,
Because you're getting a poem, so just don't flee from me.

When life gave me lemmons, I didn't really know what to do.
So, I brought 'em to ya, and you told me what I should do.
Usually in a song, or a silly rhyme,
But that was the type of thing that helped me pass the time.

You're crazy, and you're goofy, and a little bit insane,
But that's why I love you, you're no 'ordinary Jane'.
You're fun, and you're helpful, you're also kind of odd,
But you are a gift from heaven, given to me from God.

Even though when I grow up, I'll probably need therapy,
(I know I won't be alone though, you have a sister, see?)
I'm still glad God gave me you, and I didn't have to pick,
Because He gave me the perfect mom, the one He knew would click.

:)

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter eightteen

2009-05-16T21:20:00.002-04:00

I was almost asleep when I heard Jasmine wake up in the other room. I knew she had woken up because she groaned. Usually, people only groan when they're waking up, not asleep. Although Gazzy does talk in his sleep sometimes, it's never a groan. "Jasmine!" I said while knocking on the wall.

"I hear the angels calling to me..." She mumbled, still sounding half-unconscious.

"I'll take that as a compliment. It's me, Max! I'm in the next room over!" I said, tapping on the wall again after I finished. Jasmine groaned again.

"I hurt all over..." She said. I figured she was just laying on the floor...I didn't hear her moving closer to me, but I could hear her just fine from where she was.

"Yeah. I figure you flew into the back of the wind tunnel when you wouldn't 'whip out your wings'." I said, imitating the voice of one of the whitecoats at the last part. Jasmine snorted.

"Yeah, that's 'cause I don't have wings. When do you think they'll realize that?" She asked. I heard her slowly make her way closer to the wall.

"When they do an X-ray and actually see that you have a normal amount of bones in your body." I replied dryly. I heard her lean against the wall heavily. "Do you think anything's broken?" I asked her hesitantly.

"No, just bruised. I'd know if anything was broken. Well, I like to think I'd know, anyways..." Jasmine replied. I half-smiled then sighed.

"We need to come up with an escape plan." I said to her.

"Okay, here's the plan. Ditch me, get the others, come raid the place, get me, then leave again." Jasmine said. I wasn't sure if she was being serious or not, but I didn't like that plan.

"I'm not gonna leave you hear by yourself." I replied firmly.

"Relax, Max! I'll have plenty of whitecoats to keep me company!" She said. That time I knew she was joking. She chuckled then continued. "'Relax' and 'Max' rhyme." She said with a smile in her voice. I rolled my eyes and realized it didn't have much effect through a wall...

"I just rolled my eyes at you." I said to her, like I had said to Iggy many a time.

"I figured as much." She replied quietly. "So...do you have a plan of escape for the both of us?" She asked quietly.

"...Not yet..."

"...Oh."

"...Yeah..." I leaned back and sighed.

"It's okay, Max. We'll get out. Where there's a will, there's a way." She was trying to encourage me, but I wasn't really getting encouraged. I mean, we were trapped in some nut house with...well, a bunch of nut jobs. Plus, I couldn't count on just flying away. Not with Jasmine here. I probably wouldn't be able to carry her while flying. I figured she weighed more than I did, since she was a regular person.

"We just need to figure out a plan..." I said quietly. I could almost feel her thinking. It was like, a vibe that penetrated through the wall...it was cool. In an un-cool situation...

"Are they gonna do more tests on me?" Jasmine asked suddenly.

"Probably." I replied shortly.

"Fudge." She said. I laughed.

"'Fudge'?" I asked her, smiling.

"Yeah. It's my 'alternative swear word'." She sounded like she was smiling, too. See? Even when faced with multiple difficulties, I can still smile and laugh. Danger, I laugh at thee! Death, I laugh at thee more! Ha ha ha!

Suddenly, the door opened and a tray of food slid in on the floor. The door closed as quickly as it had opened. "It's dinner time!" I said through the wall, more quietly than I had been talking before.

"What do you think the mashed potatoes are laced with?" I heard Jasmine asked quietly. I chuckled then looked back at the food.

"Those are mashed potatoes? I thought that was...radioactive waste..." I said slowly. I heard Jasmine laugh and it brightened my spirits to know she wasn't all down about this. She was laughing in the face of danger, like me. Which started to show me just how much like me she really was...

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter seventeen

2009-05-15T21:51:00.003-04:00

The medics had loaded Iggy into the ambulance and hooked him up to all kinds of things. There was only enough room for Fang, Nudge, Gazzy, Angel and Total to be in the ambulance with Iggy and the paramedics. Angel was squeezing Fang's hand over and over, Nudge had tears in her eyes, but Gazzy looked the worst. Iggy was basically his best friend, and Gazzy was scared he was going to lose him.

"It'll be okay." Fang mouthed to Gazzy. He pushed the bad thought out of his mind because Angel was sitting right next to him. Angel sniffed and rubbed her eyes with her free hand. The other group was flying overhead, supposedly. Fang closed his eyes and thought about Max as the ambulance sped along. Finally, after what seemed like years, they pulled into the hospital-ambulance parking lot. Fang scurried out of the back of the ambulance with Angel, Gazzy, Nudge, and Total, while the paramedics hurried Iggy into the ER.

"Come on." Fang said as the other group landed behind them. They ran inside the ER and asked the woman at the desk where they had taken Iggy.

"I'm sorry, but you can't see him. They have to check over his wounds, and it's just easier without everyone in there." The woman replied in her helium-voice. Fang glared around the room then turned back to the woman behind the desk.

"When do we get to see him?" He asked quietly.

"When the doctors say you can." She replied shortly while typing on the computer in front of her. Fang sighed then led the others over to a group of empty chairs. They all took a seat and tried their best to pass the time.

Angel and Fang were on a small, two person couch, and Angel leaned over and rested her head on Fang's lap. "I'm scared, Fang." She whispered so only Fang could hear. Fang rubbed her head and looked away from her.

"It'll be okay. Just relax." Fang replied quietly. Angel sighed and Fang felt her body relax. In minutes, she was asleep.

Fang leaned back and tried to relax, but there were way too many thoughts going through his head to relax. "You okay, Fang?" Kalie asked in a whisper. Fang nodded, because physically, he was. Mentally, he was a wreck.

"Fang..." Gazzy began slowly.

"Yeah, Gazzy?" Fang asked quietly.

"I'm hungry." Gazzy said as he picked some dirt out from underneath his fingernails. Fang smiled and sighed.

"Okay, you and me will go find some food. We'll bring some back for the rest of you guys, too." Fang said as he gently stood up and layed Angel's sleeping body on the couch. "Come on, Gazzy." Fang said as he stepped lightly past Gazzy. Gazzy stood up an followed Fang to the desk where they asked where they cafeteria was. After receiving this information, the two walked off to get some food, still thinking about Iggy.

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter sixteen

2009-05-14T21:01:00.005-04:00

The firsts tests I went through were strength tests. They had me lifting weights, pulling things, just plain old pain. After lifting and pulling as much as I could, I was exhausted. But do whitecoats care? No. So then they took me to a room with a treadmill in it. I got hooked up to a bunch of wires then I was told to run. So I did. Problem was, they kept jacking the speed up. Not cool. Finally, I just couldn't go anymore. So I stopped running, whipped my wings out, and took down two whitecoats behind me as I went down. It was classic.

After that, I was taken back down the hallway to my room. On the way we passed a door with a small window on it. I peeked through and got a glance of Jasmine. She was in some kind of transparent...tube? She looked scared, but angry too. The whitecoat tried to get me moving, but he was such a weenie that he backed off after one glare from me. I watched as Jasmine's hair started to blow behind her, and I realized she was in a wind tunnel thing. She yelled something, but I couldn't make out what it was. She appeared to be struggling against the wind...

"They want to see if she has wings too..." I whispered. They thought Jasmine was me...and that I was like, a decoy or something! That's why they grabbed Jasmine!

"Okay, enough looking." The whitecoat said finally. I glared at him, but I didn't really want to see how this would end anyways, so I walked. I was led back to my boring room, and I stepped in. There was a glass cup on the floor.

"Lookie there! You got a cup!" The whitecoat said with moc-enthusiasm. I picked up the glass and in one swift motion I turned around and chucked it at him. It hit him square in the face.

"OW!" He screamed. Like a girl, I might add. He glared at me and an M-Geek picked up the cup. "No more privileges for you." He growled. I smiled sweetly and shrugged.

"Oh no! What ever shall I do?" I said sarcastically. The whitecoat glared a little bit more then stormed off, the door closing behind him. Right now, I was surprised I wasn't in a cage... Which led me to wonder, who was I kidnapped by this time? Itex was out of the picture, right? So was this Mr. Chu's organization? Or someone completely knew? They had M-Geeks, so I was betting on Mr. Chu...

I sat down against the door again and rubbed my head. I knew I'd be asleep pretty fast. I was exhausted... But I wanted to stay awake long enough to try to hear where they were keeping Jasmine. I figured she couldn't be too far away. And there was a room next door...if she was staying in there we could work out a plan by talking through the walls. Suddenly, I heard a door open and someone walking out.

"Wow, either she really doesn't have wings or she's not ever going to let us see them..." I heard an unfamiliar voice say. Male voice...

"Yeah, I was quite surprised at that. But, also not. I mean, where would they find another human/avian hybrid that looked just like Experiment One?" That was a female voice...an annoying female voice. I heard the two sets of footsteps make their way to the room next door. One set was light and hard to detect, the others were loud and heavy sounding. I figured the guy was carrying Jasmine... I heard the two people walk into the room next door then after a minute they walked back out. I crawled over to the wall between the two rooms and tapped on it lightly.

"Jasmine." I said. My first inclination was to whisper it, but then I remembered she wouldn't actually hear that... "Jasmine!" I said a little louder. I figured she was unconscious. I sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Well, then. I'll wait for you to wake up." I said softly. I then realized I had just talked to myself.

You know what they say, talking to yourself is the first sign of insanity. The Voice said. It sounded like it was smiling.

Shut up. I thought wearily. The first sign to insanity is a voice in your head OTHER THAN YOUR OWN. And I don't mean Angel. I growled while thinking. Man, that Voice could really be annoying sometimes...actually, all the time.

2009-05-14T21:01:00.001-04:00

MR Fanfic (TPPOV) Chapter fifteen

2009-05-13T22:29:00.004-04:00

Fang opened his eyes and groaned. He looked around and saw Kalie and Sam walking around, making sure everyone was okay. Fang sat up and rubbed his head. It hurt like crazy. Kalie looked over at him and smiled.

"Hey!" She yelled as she ran over. "How ya feelin'?" She asked as she knelt down besides him.

"Awful." Fang replied shortly. He looked past Kalie and saw Gazzy waking up on the ground. Angel was sitting a little ways away, curled up with her head on her knees. She looked like she was crying. Fang turned the other way and saw Things 1 and 2 sprawled out on the ground with Nudge nearby.

"Where are Iggy and Jasmine?" Fang asked, trying to remember what happened. Kalie looked away.

"Well, you got knocked out before you saw, didn't you? Well, um, they wanted to take Jasmine, but she wouldn't go willingly, so they conked her over the head with the barrel of a gun...then they shoved her in a big sack...We tried to get her back, but I got knocked out like, five seconds after Jasmine was in the sack, so I don't know what happened to Iggy..." Kalie looked down and frowned. Fang stood up and hissed in a breath.

"I'm fine." Fang said as Kalie stood up to help him. Fang walked over to Gazzy and looked him over. "You okay?" Fang asked as he knelt down to Gazzy's level. Gazzy nodded and rubbed his head.

"My head hurts, but other than that I'm okay...I think." Gazzy smiled up at Fang weakly. Fang ruffled Gazzy's hair then walked over to Angel.

"Ange...you okay?" Fang asked slowly. Angel looked up at him with teary eyes.

"No! They took Max, then they took Jasmine! And Iggy's gone too! Where are they all?" Angel asked. She buried her head in Fang's shoulder and sobbed.

"It's okay, Angel. We'll find them. I want you to stay with the others. I'm going to go look for Iggy." Fang said in a whisper. Angel sniffled and nodded then stood up and walked over to Kalie and hugged her. Fang sighed and stood up then opened his wings. He hissed in a breath as he felt the pain it brought, but quickly shook it off. He took to the air and began flying overhead looking for Iggy.

Fang started with circles, then wider circles, then he just started flying around over the field and bordering woods. He didn't see Iggy anywhere. Why would they want Iggy? Fang wondered to himself. He could see why they'd want Max and Jasmine...Max because she was the leader, Jasmine because Max might be a decoy and she could be the real one. But Iggy? Why would they want him? "IGGY!" Fang yelled as loud as he could. He didn't hear a reply. "IGGY!" Fang yelled again. Iggy was like a brother to him, just like Gazzy was. Suddenly, Fang's ears picked up the distant sound of his name being called. "IGGY!" Fang yelled again as he flew towards the sound of the other shout.

"Fang!" Came the reply. It was louder, and it was Iggy's voice. Fang looked around frantically and saw Iggy limp out of the woods below him. Fang dove down and landed in front of Iggy. Iggy smiled weakly at him. Fang noticed he was leaning with one hand on the tree next to him and his other arm wrapped around his side.

"What happened?" Fang asked him. Iggy moved his arm and Fang saw a lot of blood on his side and sleeve. Immediately, Fang took off the hoodie he had been wearing and rolled up the body of it, wide enough to cover Iggy's wound, then wrapped the hoodie around Iggy's waist and tied the sleeves into a knot on the opposite side of the wound.

"They shoved Jasmine...in a sack..." Iggy panted. Fang thought he looked paler than normal, if that was possible.

"Can you fly while you talk?" Fang asked. Iggy nodded. "If you start to fall, let me know, okay?" Fang asked as he watched Iggy fly into the air. Iggy managed a pained chuckle as Fang flew up behind him. Fang led the way back to the others as Iggy continued explaining.

"The M-Geeks that had her started to take off, but I grabbed a couple of them by the ankles and screwed up their flight pattern...they bit the dust and I moved onto the ones that were holding the sack. I grabbed a couple more by the ankles, but they were a bit more steady, so they just kept...flying." Iggy took time to catch his breath then continued. "They flew for a minute or two, really fast, and I had to hold on really tight so I didn't fall. Eventually...they realized I was still holding on...so one turned around and aimed his gun at me. I rolled to the side...so I didn't get shot square on...but they hit my side and I fell down...I don't know how far...and I just barely caught myself with my wings..." Iggy finished and sighed. Fang glanced up over his shoulder at Iggy and scowled.

"You shouldn't have done that." Fang said quietly.

"I had to do something. I didn't...want them to take her away...without a fight." Iggy managed to get out. He was getting weaker.

"We're almost there, Iggy. Hang on, okay?" Fang said. He looked down and ahead and saw the faint group in the distance.

"How...far?" Iggy asked, panting.

"Not too far. Just stay with me, Iggy." Fang replied firmly.

"I...don't think...I can...Fang..." Iggy said. Fang looked up at Iggy and saw his eyes fluttering. Fang flew up and caught Iggy, just as he started to drop.

"Iggy, stay with me!" Fang yelled. He looked towards the group again and saw they were getting closer. Fang flew a little lower and tried to keep himself airborne. It was harder when he was carrying twice his weight.

After what felt like forever, Fang landed in the midst the rest of the group. "You found him!" Kalie said. She smiled for a second, then a worried look came to her face. She glanced at Sam, who was already walking towards Fang and Iggy, and Sam nodded. Kalie reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small cellphone.

"What's that for?" Fang asked as he panted. Sam took Iggy and layed him on the ground. Sam began looking over Iggy's wounds as Kalie answered Fang's question.

"For calling 911." She said gravely.

"You have a working phone?" Fang asked unbelieving.

"It can't call anything other than 911. All cellphones can call 911 as long as they have battery life." Kalie said as she finished dialing. "Anyone remember where we are?" She asked, looking around for a sign.

"Ohio." Gazzy chimed in.

"WHERE in Ohio?" Kalie asked. Suddenly, she started talking to a 911 operator.

"Dayton, I think..." Nudge said wearily. She looked at Fang and nodded, meaning she was all right. She walked over to Iggy and helped Sam figure out how bad it was. Sam had shed his shirt to make another bandage for Iggy's still bleeding side. Gazzy and Angel came over to Fang and stood by him while Thing 1 and Thing 2 flew into the air to keep a lookout for the ambulance. Angel put her small, smooth hand into Fang's larger and rougher one. She squeezed it and he looked down at her.

"Will we be okay?" She asked softly. Fang nodded.

"Everything will be okay." He replied. He tried not to think that he didn't actually know that they would be okay...

More pictures!

2009-05-13T18:51:00.005-04:00

These are my dolls! This was at a mother/daughter tea party we had at our church. Mom and I decorated, and this was part of the decorations! Aren't they cute? Having their own little tea party!

Here they are with the flowers and food on their little plates...

Mmmmmmm...this was the food for the actual people. These were the "cold" trays that we had. We also had trays with hot food on them. Man, that was good...

And THESE are the desserts. These were better than the real food. Mom made the little things with the strawberries on them. And the yellow lemon squares. *starts drooling* I wish we had brought more food home... Oh, and I helped plate the food. :D Looks purty purty, don't it?

Oh yeah, we had a LOT of food. There were a lot of people there. People from two churches! *sigh* good times...

NO, I DID NOT DRAW THIS. I merely colored it. :) Angel wanted someone to color it for her, so I used my colored pencils and did it. :D It was fun to do, but the camera kinda takes out some of the cool shading I did...

I don't know if she's Faith, Hope, or Peace...

Okay, here's the full story. The other day, me, Cody, and my baby brother (he will now be named Guy, just because I'm sick of writing "baby brother") went to our grandparents house. Cody and grandpa started cleaning up around the outside of the house while me, grandma, and Guy took a walk out to take the trash/composteystuff/whatever out to where it was supposed to go. When we got back to where the other boys were, we went over and started talking to them. We talked for a little then grandpa said, "[Cody's real name here] is a home wrecker!""Did you get a wasps nest?" Grandma asked."Nope." Grandpa said."Bees?" "Nope." "It wasn't hornets?" "Nope." "...was it a nest?" Grandma asked a little quieter. If it had been bees or hornets or wasps, I wouldn't have felt so bad...but a bird's nest...? "Yep. You know that piece of metal we found that had come off of the side of the house? Well, we found where it came from, and a bird had gone in there a built a nest. I went and pulled it out-it was a pretty good nest, in a really good spot, really warm in there-and there were three eggs in it." Grandpa explained. By this time, grandma and I were all ears, but Guy was still goofing off and just talking up a storm. We weren't paying much attention to what he was saying, though."I kept pulling brush out of there, and a forth egg rolled right out! I didn't realize it was there, and it hit the ground and broke." Grandpa continued, and I felt a little bit of a pain for the mama bird. I mean, it's just sad...isn't it?"Where are the other eggs?" Grandma asked."In the barn," Grandpa replied."Well, get out the incubator!" Grandma said this a couple times with much determination. Grandpa shook his head."Was it ours?" He asked rhetorically. Grandma sighed."No, it was the schools..." My spirits dropped again. What was gonna happen to those little eggs?"How far along were they?" Grandma asked to grandpa and Cody."Now sure...did you see anything in that egg that fell?" Grandpa asked Cody."I think a little bit..." Cody replied uncertainly. The conversation kept going with us trying to figure out what to do with the eggs."Can we go look at them?" I asked finally."Yep, they're right in on the counter in there." Grandpa said with a nod of his head. We all got up and went into the barn, which was a short walk away from where we had been sitting. Cody and I went in and walked right over to the eggs, which were a light turquoise and oblong in shape. There were three there. I picked them up and looked at them. They had cooled down a bit, it felt like... We looked at the eggs and noticed one had a small dent in it. When we showed it to grandma, she knew it wouldn't grow into a bird at all. I wrapped the eggs up in a light blue washcloth that grandpa handed to me and I put them in my hands. I tried to keep them as warm as I could, and me-the frozen handed girl- actually got those eggs pretty warm! When grandma did see the dented egg and told us it wouldn't survive at all because it's space had been invaded, she opened it up and looked inside. Sure enough, there was actually a little white dot in there. The beginning of a baby bird.When we came home, we had the eggs. There was a nest nearby where we do our schoolwork and where mom works. We compared the eggs to those that we knew were robin's eggs for a fact, and our eggs were bigger and a different shade of blue. But after doing some research, we found that they were still robin eggs. We kept the eggs at our house over night, wrapped in a washcloth and a towel and put under the small lamp in my room. Then, this morning, we took them to the other nest. Mama Robin hasn't seemed to mind them, but I just hope that the two little eggs will grow up to be little birds.

And then...about a week later...

UPDATE: Okay, guys. Here's the update: Today I went to check on the nest because I looked out the window and saw a little bit of blue and knew she wasn't on it, but when I went out and looked at it, there was only one egg in the nest! The others were on the ground! I saw four of the five that should have been on the ground, but I didn't look for the last one. I think the three original eggs that Mama Robin had were pretty far along, too. I don't know what happened, but the nest was tipped a bit, so we don't know if something tried to get the eggs or if they all fell over or what. Cody and Guy followed me out and Guy heard a bird and said "The bird is crying!" then imitated the noise. And it did sound like crying. It was sooo sad, and I think Mama Bird abandoned the nest...

Well, I hope you enjoyed these pictures from yours truly! :D If not, oh well! :P

Enjoy!! :D

Happy Mothers Day, mom!

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This is a post for my mom, just because she rocks, and I love her sooo much. I mean, she's done so many cool things for me. She's loved me, fed me, clothed me...all those important things. I mean, she's the best mom ever. She's crazy, and weird, and goofy, but it just makes me love her more. I couldn't have chosen a better mom, so I'm glad God chose her for me. :) So, Mom, this is a post for you. I love you so so so so so so so much! I love you!! Thanks for all you do for me, and thanks for always being there. :) I <3 you, Mom! *hugs and kisses to mommy*

Thanks Mom. :) I'll come up with a sappy poem for you later. :)

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter fourteen

2009-05-09T19:53:00.003-04:00

I woke up with a start after I heard screaming in the hallway. I must have fallen asleep while formulating my plan. I got up and walked to the door and gently put my ear against it. I listened hard and heard a familiar voice...mine.

"Let me go, you-you-you stupid, little-" I was grunting between every word. But it wasn't me, because I was here... Then I got it. They went back and got Jasmine. I pounded on the door and yelled.

"HEY! You were supposed to leave her and the others alone!" This really messed up my plan. I could get out easily if I only had to worry about me. But if I had to worry about her...that would mean I'd have to rethink our escape...and I had to take into account that she didn't have wings or anything... This was going to be difficult.

"Max!" I heard Jasmine yell. She was right outside my door. I could hear her kicking and punching.

"Let her go you dumbots!" I yelled, banging on the door some more.

"Max!!" Her voice was high-pitched and scared...and farther away. They were taking her to another room. Down the hall...

Fudge. I thought as I slid my back against the door and sighed. I put my hands in my head and groaned.

Just calm down and think, Max. The Voice chimed in. You know when you want to punch something? Now was that time for me. I wished I could punch the Voice...it would make my life so much easier...

I'm trying, but all of this junk just makes it harder! I thought. I just wanted to sleep... I wish I could sleep...

Suddenly, the door opened and I fell backwards. I looked up and saw that doofy whitecoat from before. "Ready for your tests?" He asked with a twisted smile. I sneered at him and growled. "I'll take that as a yes!" He grabbed my arm and pulled me up. He began leading me down the hall and the two M-Geeks followed. I sighed and tried to work out a plan to get out of here with Jasmine...

I'm in the midst of a Star Wars obsession...

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If you can guess who these adorable little chibbis are, you will receive a cookie! :P

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter thirteen

2009-05-04T17:01:00.002-04:00

I flew in a pack of M-Geeks, following the first ones and making sure I didn't get too close to the ones in the back. As we flew, I thought about my Flock. I really hoped they would be okay without me and formulate a plan or something... I had a plan working in my head to get out of whatever place I was put in, but I hoped both of the groups would be okay... Well, this makes it much harder to get Jasmine back to her mom... I thought with a sigh. I glanced over my shoulder at the M-Geek directly behind me and he pointed his gun at me. "I'm flyin', I'm flyin'..." I mumbled as I looked forward again. I really wanted one of them to cry "MUTINY!" and just start taking out other M-Geeks... Unfortunately, that didn't happen.

We flew for hours, and I was starting to get REALLY hungry. I glanced over and saw a bird in the distance...and if it would have been roasted, I probably would have eaten it. "Any of you guys got any food?" I asked rhetorically.

"Negative." The head M-Geek said. I rolled my eyes.

"That was a rhetorical question." I retorted with a snort.

We continued flying until I was ready to drop out of the sky. And I almost did. But I caught myself before the M-Geeks had to grab me. I didn't want their cold, metal arms to touch me. Ugh. Finally, after flying for FOREVER, we saw a big, white, boring looking building down below us. The M-Geeks went into a full out dive, and I was forced to follow, even though every fiber of my being was screaming at me to turn around. But I knew that if I did turn around, I'd be Swiss cheese in about 3.2 seconds. Not a good idea.

We landed on the ground and two M-Geeks grabbed my arms while one led the way and the others pointed their arm-mounted guns at my back. I sighed as I was led through the automatic doors and into a hallway.

"We've captured the mutant 'Max-HIH-mum Ride." The head M-Geek yelled. I winced as he pronounced my name wrong yet again. A man walked up, one I hadn't seen before, but he was wearing a whitecoat, so I knew he wasn't a good guy.

"Excellent!" He said, rubbing his hands together. He looked like he was going to drool. It was rather disgusting. "The boss is gonna be so happy!" He said as he led the M-Geeks and me down another hallway.

"So, who is 'the boss' anyways?" I asked as I was led into a large, white-walled, boring room.

"That's information you don't need to know." The whitecoat said coldly. I rolled my eyes. The whitecoat turned around and eyed me eagerly.

"You'll be staying in here until we're notified to move you. If you behave, we might even get you a bed." The whitecoat said with an evil smile. I glared at him.

"Then I won't count on getting a bed." I growled. The whitecoat looked taken a bit off guard, and that made me feel better. He turned and walked out, and the M-Geeks followed him. The door closed and I heard a couple M-Geeks stay behind to guard the door.

I looked around the room and sighed. There was absolutely NOTHING in there. Not even a spot on the wall to stare at. I sat down against one of the walls and began perfecting my plan...

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter twelve

2009-05-03T18:23:00.003-04:00

"Okay, everybody up!" I said as I pulled into the McDonalds parking lot. I heard people waking up and I undid my seat belt. "I said, EVERYBODY UP!" I yelled as I turned around to look in the back. Gazzy was rubbing his eyes, Iggy was stretching, and Kalie was gradually waking up.

"You don't have to yell..." Iggy mumbled. I smiled then looked into the very back of the van. Thing 1 was pushing Thing 2 off of her and onto Fang.

"Stop pushing!" Thing 2 whined with her eyes still closed. Fang opened his eyes and looked up at me, then he looked out the windows. I glanced over at Sam and Nudge and gave Nudge a little...nudge.

"Rise and shine, guys!" I said as I opened the door. It was a rather chilly morning, up North.

"Max, close the door!" I heard Angel say. I walked over to her door and opened it, and she practically fell into my arms. Total, who had been on her lap, yelped as he fell out onto the ground.

"Time for breakfast, you guys!" I said as I pulled Angel out. Gazzy came out next, then Iggy, then Kalie, and all the others. Sam and Nudge crawled out of the passenger side door while I ushered everyone else inside. I stood at the door and counted heads, almost losing track of who was who.

We got inside and I walked over to the counter. "Okay, who has money?" I asked as I looked over the breakfast menu. I didn't realize these places opened so early... But by looking at the clock, I realized it was too early... If I was reading it right...

"I've got a little money," Kalie said slowly. She handed me some coins and I began counting them. I heard a sigh and Jasmine came to the front of the group.

"Outta the way, I've got money for ya." She said in a rather bummed-out voice. She pulled out an envelope and looked at the group. "I'll probably be able to pay for...one meal? Two if none of you get greedy." She said with a yawn. I looked down at the envelope. It wasn't that big, so she had better have some big bucks in there...

"Okay, guys, order." I said, moving out of the way for my Flock to order. Gazzy went first, then Iggy, then Nudge, Angel, Fang, then me. After we went, the other group ordered. Starting with Kalie, then Sam, then Thing 1 and Thing 2. Finally, Jasmine rounded out the count. Compared to us, she ordered daintily.

"Are you guys sure you're gonna eat all that?" The guy behind the counter asked. Jasmine nodded.

"They have the metabolism of athletes." Jasmine said shortly. I was getting the vibe that she wasn't a morning person...

After a minute of waiting, we got out food and found a place to sit. We sat in groups: My Flock and the other group with Jasmine. We scarfed down our food in a matter of minutes. I glanced over at the other group and saw that all of them had finished their food pretty quickly too. Jasmine ate a little slower, but I guess that's because she wasn't as hungry as us, probably because she didn't have bird DNA in her. I glanced towards the door just in time to see a group of M-Geeks walk in.

"Guys, M-Geeks." I whispered loud enough for the other group to hear. We stood up and I led my group to the door. The other group followed close behind. "Ready, guys?" I asked in a whisper as the M-Geeks' robot eyes scanned our group.

"Max-HIH-mum Ride," half of the M-Geeks said to me. The other M-Geeks said it to Jasmine, who was standing behind Sam and Kalie. "Come with us." They droned on.

"Not until you learn how to say my name right." I retorted, crossing my hands over my chest. They pointed their arms at us, and I realized they had guns this time. Well, there goes plan A... I thought with a sigh. Angel, I'm thinking that I'm gonna have to give up this one. We can't fight guns...I can't risk that for you guys. I sighed as Angel grabbed onto my arms.

"No, Max." She whispered. I set my jaw and looked straight into the eyes of the first M-Geek.

"All right, I'll go. As long as you robo-brains don't hurt my Flock." I said, gesturing to the entire group. The main M-Geek nodded. I felt Fang tense next to me, and I heard the subtle whispers of the group. Angel, tell them why I had to go after we're gone, okay? I thought to her. I hoped she was still taking my messages...

"You too." Another M-Geek said, pointing his gun at Jasmine. She jumped and looked over at me. I clenched my teeth and looked at the M-Geeks.

"Hey, I'm Max, she's not. She stays." I said firmly. The main M-Geek nodded shortly and took my arm. He put his gun to my back as I walked ahead of him. I heard a few silent sobs, and I knew the group was not happy about this... Come to think of it, I wasn't very happy about it either. When will the bad guys learn to fight fair?

MR Fanfic (MPOV) Chapter eleven

2009-05-03T14:30:00.003-04:00

I woke up as dawn started to creep upon us. I felt the sun in my eyes and opened them. Nudge was still asleep on top of me, so I couldn't really move much. I looked over at the drivers seat to see that Fang wasn't there. It was Sam. He looked tired, but alert. "How ya doin'?" I asked him in a mumble.

"Fine." He mumbled back. Wow, we were a talkative group.

"When did you start driving?" I asked him as I stretched my arms over my head.

"Not sure. It was still pretty dark out." He replied as he turned on the left blinker. He turned carefully around the corner and I looked around for a sign.

"Where are we?" I asked him, still looking for some sign to tell me.

"Ohio." I said. We were heading North, because that's where we had picked up Jasmine. I looked back at her and saw she was still asleep by the window. Thing 1 and Thing 2 were squished together next to the other window, and Fang was planted right in between Thing 2 and Jasmine. I felt my heart beat a little harder. No, I wasn't jealous I was...just...protective.

"What's he doing back there?" I asked as I turned back to Sam.

"Thing 2 was bugging Jasmine, and although they weren't loud enough to wake everyone else up, they were keeping Fang awake, so he moved back there to break them up. It was all Thing 2's fault, so don't worry about him trying to get cozy with Jazz, okay?" He replied. I wondered if he could read minds... I really hoped he couldn't, because I really didn't need a new guy reading my mind. I already had Angel to do that, and I didn't like it. I glanced back at Fang again, and he did look uncomfortable... That was reassuring.

"How'd you sleep?" Sam asked me as I turned back around.

"Fine." I replied. Truthfully, I had slept goooood. Like, really good.

"Great, then you can take over driving." Sam said as he pulled over to the side of the road. It wasn't busy on this road at this time of day, so traffic wasn't a problem for us. Sam came around to my side of the car and waited for me to get out. I moved slowly and lifted up Nudge's head so I didn't wake her up. Sam crawled into the seat and immediately closed his eyes. He was tired, so I'd let him sleep. I walked around to the driver's side of the car and crawled in. And we were off again.

Do you know how reassuring it is to hear your Flock snore in peace? No? Well, it's wonderful. Except it makes you wish you were asleep. I heard someone yawn and sit up behind me, and I glanced into my rear-view mirror to see Gazzy waking up. "Max, I'm hungry." He whispered while rubbing his eyes. I smiled.

"Me too. We'll pull off and get some food soon, okay?" I replied to him. He nodded and slumped back over, leaning his head on Iggy's shoulder. I chuckled. Iggy was being practically every one's pillow. Gazzy on one side, Kalie on the other, and Angel on his lap. Was it safe? No. Did I care? Not really. I began looking around for a place to eat...somewhere fast and cheap. And I saw it: A good ol' Micky Ds, also known as McDonalds.

Reesie wanted a regular post.

2009-04-30T15:40:00.003-04:00

So here it is. I'm not sure what I'm posting about though, so it's lame. But Reesie is "Your Friendly Stalker" on here. :P She's Reesie on THH. Did you guys notice I have seven followers? *gapes* It's like, my blog is getting popular. Yes, it surprises me when people like me. Or my stuff. It makes me feel happy. :) So go ahead and subscribe, or post, or whatever. You can make my day more lovely. :)

For those of you who care, my brother is doing good after having his short flu episode, and I think my baby bro is feeling better too. Mom and I are still holding strong against the bug, and dad hasn't been around to get it. :P

End of post. I hope you enjoyed, Reesie.