Duh, Nuh, Nuh, NUUUUUUH.

SOMEONE STOLE MY JACKET. I'M NOT EVEN FRICKING KIDDING, SOMEONE STOLE MY JACKET. It was in my classrom with my backpack. I was not wearing it all day, and all the sudden it's not there. I am sooo beating up the kid that stole it.

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Ella was almost as happy as Total to see us. All of six of us sprawled over the living room furniture while she babbled on with Nudge about things like her new boyfriend had gone out to the movies the other night and how he’d held her hand the whole time.
“It as all so…” she sighed, “…romantic,” putting her chin in her clasped hands and looking at the ceiling dreamily. “He’s almost as cute…” sigh, “…as Iggy.”
Fang and I laughed with Gazzy and Nudge while Iggy turned a shade pinker. Angel grinned, reading his thoughts as she cradled Total in her arms.
“Look, I love you, honey, but I am not a doll,” Total said, licking her arm. She hugged him tighter and I swear his eyes bugged out of his head a little. He made a ‘guhg!’, strangled kind of noise.
Ella snapped out of whatever strange trance she was in and looked at me and Fang. “So how are you two doing?”
I took a turn making a strangled noise while Fang remained unbelievable impassive. “Same as always,” Fang said. “You know, saving the world one evil scientist at a time.”
“They totally kissed during Truth or Dare last week!” gushed Nudge without thinking.
“Nudge!” Fang and I yelled at the same time.
She covered her mouth immediately. “Ohmygosh, I am sooo sorry, Max.”
“This ain’t no ordinary, this ain’t no ordinary love, this ain’t no ordinary,” Gazzy rapped in tobyMac’s voice.
Fang and I groaned while most of the others laughed.
Dr. Martinez walked into the room to save us. No, that’s just how I saw it. “Dinner!” she said.
Thank you, I thought, getting an amused look from a listening Angel.

Dinner was full of exciting (well, exciting for the Martinez’s) stories of us kicking Eraser butt. Most of us were quiet while Nudge babbled on about random things like how we always order way too much at fast food places.
“…and I always get those apple pies every time, you know? And I get, like, six of them, right?Ohmygosh they are sooo good. And, like, those milkshakes at Chick-fil-a? They are amazing! Do you guys ever go to Chick-fil-a? No, do you guys even have one? Why ever not?? They’re all over Colorado! Mm! I love their–”
“Nudge…” the Gasman complained touching his head. “My ears are bleeding.”
Angel and Ella laughed, mouths full of spaghetti. Nudge scowled.
“What? I’m just explaining stuff!” she said oh-so reasonably, taking a bite of her food.
Iggy stood up with his plate. “I’m done,” he announced. “I’m actually really tired, where’s the sink?”
Dr. Martinez looked up from her plate. “Over on the right about three steps.”
Wow. She could really give blind-kid directions. Most people are just like ‘oh, kinda on that side, you know?’.
“Thanks,” Iggy said, walking three paces and feeling with his free hand the granite counter, and then the sink. He set his bowl carefully down on top of the other dishes in sink.
I stood up next, and then Fang, and we both emptied the contents of our bowls into the trashcan and set our dishes in the sink as well.
“Um…were are we sleeping?” I asked, looking at my mother.
Haha, my mother.
Dr. Martinez got up and put her dishes away after us. “Here, I’ll show you guys. Come with me.”
Angel piped up from the table as we left. “Don’t let Max and Fang share a room!” she yelled.
“Thank you, Angel,” I said, turning the corner.

Ah, Haha. More Fanfiction. SCHOOL STARTED! NUUUH!!!

Waaah! School started back up and I am mad. But Colten moved away, away, away, and I shall never see him again. That kinda brightened up my day a bit. :D

And watching Michael throw a fit over Alto being in his Drama class was pretty funny.

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“Fang! There it is, lets land,” I said ecstatically, shifting in his arms with short, jerky movements.
This of course had the opposite effect, and Fang just studied my face worriedly. “Is this another brain attack, Max?”
“Nooo…Fang the house is right there. Land, dang it!” I pleaded.
He smiled at me as only Fang can smile, and I had to look away as my face flushed.
“C’mon, guys, Martinez’s at ten-o-clock!” Fang shouted to the rest of the gang.
“Sure thing,” Iggy answered, then quieter, “Gazz, wrap it up.”
I peered over Fang’s shoulder. “Are you guys making bombs?” I asked offhandedly.
“NO,” the Gasman and Iggy answered at the same time a little too quickly.
But I couldn’t deny that those bombs had saved our butts over a dozen times, so I didn’t say anything more, letting the boys think I believed them.
Fang started to dip, and then pulled his dark wings in a bit, end feathers bending backward slightly to gain control of his flight. We started going towards the ground really fast, and then Fang put his feet out to catch himself before he did a face plant, like all of us had done at one point before.
And then we were on the dark black asphalt in front of my mother and sister’s house. My real mother. My real sister. The thought made me smile every time I thought about it.
Fang didn’t put me down.
Then the rest of the Flock was around us. “Let’s roll,” I said, attempting to wriggle myself out of Fang’s iron grasp. Which of course didn’t work.
“Put. Me. Down,” I growled.
Fang smiled at me again. “Nope,” he said, and started carrying me towards the front door. “C’mon, guys,” he said firmly.
We all started walking, well except me, towards the house in total silence. As we got closer I heard the TV murmuring mechanically, “…you’d have to take all these vitamins in the morning to stay healthy. Now you don’t have to! Just eat Total®! A breakfast cereal so–”
And then, “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! EAT TOTAL? EAT TOTAL!? SOMEONE GET ME A LAWYER! GET THE COPS! GET–”
“Total!” Angel exclaimed from behind Fang.
Wow. I thought he was abducted?

Flashback:

“Max, where’d Total go?” Angel tugged at the hem of my shirt.
I looked down at her. “I dunno, where’d you leave him?”
Then I noticed she was in tears. Oh.
“No, Max, where’s Total? I can’t find him anywhere! I can’t even find his…mind,” she asked again, wiping her eyes with her sleeve.
Oh, God.
My head whipped around. “Fang! U and A! Grab Angel!”
Fang spun towards the general direction of my voice. His eyes widened. “MAX!” he shouted.
Then I felt the warm breath of Ari II on my neck. “Hello, Maximum.”

End Flashback.

The doorbell rang, and the door opened.
“Max!” Ella exclaimed, smiling.
Fang put me down slowly.
Her eyes widened. “Mom!” she yelled into the house, “It’s Max!”
Ella ran out and crushed me in a huge bear hug. I winced, Fang gave me a ‘should I be concerned’ kind of look.
‘I’m fine,’ I mouthed unconvincingly.
"Total!" Angel yelled.
Total ran up to her and jumped into her welcoming arms.
"You have no idea how much I miss you!" he wailed.
“It what?” Dr. Martinez disbelievingly. Then she saw me. “Max! And everyone else! Please come in,” she ushered us all through the door with one hand.
“Mom?” Ella asked.
“Not, now, honey,” Dr. Martinez said quickly. “How are you guys?” she asked us.
I looked around at the house, memorizing it as my home. “Fine,” I said.
Fang elbowed me.
Ella shifted her feet. “Mom?” she asked, a little more urgent.
“Not now, Ella,” Dr. Martinez said again.
Ella groaned and rolled her eyes. She turned to Iggy. “What happened to Max?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone, crossing her arms.
Iggy regarded her calmly, looking at her with sightless eyes. “What happened to Max? Oh, yeah. What happened to Max. Um…Ari II took a swipe at her midsection. I stitched it up, she should be fine.”
Dr. Martinez’s eyes were wide by the time he finished talking.
“Wait, let me get this straight. You. Stitched up. Max?” she asked, not believing this. Iggy bit his lip and nodded like it was so normal to stitch your friends up.
"Yep."
Dr. Martinez's eyebrows knit together. "With a needle."
“Uh…yeah," he said. "What else?"

And Some Mooore...

Just so you know, I'm not posting any more after this if you guys don't start commenting on things. I get the feeling that you guys don't like it.

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“No, we’re not going,” Fang said firmly.
Gazzy scowled. “Fang, we’d get to live under a roof where someone cared about us!”
“And Erasers won’t attack us because they’re under the order of Jeb, and Jeb is friends with Dr. Martinez,” Iggy said reasonably, “It’s safe there, Fang.”
Fang was silent. He didn’t want to hurt Max. He’d rather die.
But on the other hand, this is what Max wanted, she was begging him to let them go.
“I dunno,” he said finally, “I just don’t like the idea of us all being held somewhere like some dog in a crate. I mean, Dr. Martinez is great, but can we trust her?”
Iggy rolled his eyes and fell back on the bed. Gazzy cracked his knuckles one by one.
“Come on, guys! Don’t you see my side to this?” Fang nearly yelled.
The room was silent.
“You love Max, don’t you?” Iggy finally said quietly.
Fang was taken aback. “No,” he said too quickly. “Not like that.”
Gazzy sniffed and wiped his nose.
Iggy scowl/smirk-ed. “It’s so obvious, dude. You act like you don’t, then you do anything in your power to protect her. She doesn’t need protecting, Fang.”
She needs my protecting, Fang thought.
"Come on, admit it," Iggy grinned.
Fang was silent.
Gazzy giggled like a girl.
“Okay, okay,” Fang strained. “We can go.”

Okay, So Some Suckish News

Our computer sucks. No, it is not a Mac that is incredebly annoying, it is a Gateway computer from 2003 (or maybe older) that is probably discontinued. It is old, it is annoying, it runs slow.
And not only does it run slow, it also is almost completly full up of memory. It keeps informing us: Local disk :C is almost full. Please delete old files.
So we were doing that, you know? And Kristen sees 'Microsoft Office, last used 2005, 4,000,000 KB'. So we delete it, and now we can't get on Microsoft Word.
I know, fun.
It is a great thing that all my writing is safely tucked away in my jump drive. It just saved all my writing. :D :D :D :D

But I also can't get on Word to work on it.

So i'll get back to you when it finally works.

I Got Really Mad Today And Now I Feel Really Bad. :(

(first of all, i've posted more on my writing blog. so check my links and go to it and read! thanks!)

So I have this issue with certain noises because I have advaced, special hearing that I can't stand. Like people's chewing, for instance. I. Can't. Stand. The sound of someone smacking on their gum! And people with colds. They sniff, they cough, you feel like you wanna just hit them or something because they won't freaking blow their nose.

I guess it could be compared to fingernails on a chalkboard. We all know how that sounds. Now imagine every bodily noise other than talking sounding like that. Chewing, blowing noses, sniffing, coughing, doing that annoying boom-chicka-boom-boom guys are doing these days with their mouth, and then there's eating out of chip bags. The crinkling. It's irritating.

Never, ever, joke about any of these things with me because chances are I am going to hit you with all my might. Like, not what I do to Michael in art; playful punching. This is full on "i'm gonna kill you" punching and I do it until you stop.

So my brother has a cold, and he is now sniffing and snorting, and coughing to the extent that i feel like punching him with all my might. And he's doing this in the car!
And then he starts chewing his gum with his mouth open, smacking annoyingly.
So I ask him. "What are you eating?"
"Gum."
"Can you maybe not smack, and chew with your mouth closed?"
"Why does this bother you so much?"
"It just does," I retort angrily. "Now can you please just stop before I hit you?"
Then mom pipes up from the front seat. "Steph, would it kill you to just let it go?"
That's IT. "Look. I. Can't. Help. If. This. Makes. Me. Mad!!! I can't help it if I was born with freaking amazing hearing!! I want it gone. I don't care if God gave it to me for some ability, I DON'T NEED IT!!"
Daniel thinks this is a great time to come it, "Grumpy gills?"
I glare angrily, clenching my fists.
Kristen, "It's not very nice."
"Can we try and be happy?" Daniel asks in a chipper voice.
"SHUT UP DANIEL!"
Daniel, offended. "But can't you be nice?" Chipper, chipper, chipper.
"STOP GIVING ME SO MUCH FREAKING CRAP ABOUT IT!!" I shout at him, "You always do this! Every time I get mad, you always just try and make me hit you! You try!"
"I do not!"
"You do! I HATE IT! It just makes me want to hit you! You want me to get in trouble!"
"No I don't!" Oh, so innocent. }:K
Mom hates it when i'm this mad. "Have you prayed for it to go away? You need to control your anger better. Are you just going to be this way all your life?"
"Sure! God won't take it away! What can I do? Pretend it doesn't happen? I can't do that!"
"You need to be in better control of your anger."
"WELL GET ME ANGER MANAGEMENT CLASSES! I don't care!"
"Have you prayed about it today?"
I stop my rant, heart beating loudly in my throat. "...no." I say quietly.
The car ride is silent from there until I got home. When I got out, I didn't talk to anybody, I didn't even say 'hi' to Bo. I still haven't talked to anybody.

Now i feel aweful.