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?"

Okaaay! More Fanfiction!

Ug! I just flung ice cream on my chest! Grr!

Okay, i put my fanfiction on Fanfiction.net, so yeah. i have a link to the right with all my other fanfiction recomendations.

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The next day we were back to flying after a hearty Holiday Inn breakfast at the buffet.
Only I still wasn’t allowed to fly.
“So…what direction shall we go now, Max?” Fang asked me a few hours later as he carried me close to his chest bridal-style.
I shifted my body for the ninth time that hour. “North-East,” I said without a second thought. I knew which way to go.
“Max, I’m hungry,” the Gasman said as he flew up to Fang and I.
Iggy groaned, “Oh, I am too, Max. Can we stop?”
I shot Fang a pained look.
“No.”
“Oh, please?” I begged.
“No, we’ll be there in, like, and hour,” he said.
“FANG I HAVE TO PEEEE!” Nudge yelled from behind us.
He groaned and made a face. I laughed. I don’t think I’d laughed that hard in ages.
Fang looked at me then back at the flock. “Okay, next Wendy’s, up ahead. We’re landing over behind those trees.”
He dipped, and the flock followed him. I was starting to feel a bit air-sick. Flying and being flown are not exactly the same thing, you know?
Well maybe you don’t. Ah-haha.
“You’re pretty good at this,” I told Fang after we landed awkwardly on the ground.
He let me go and pulled a leaf out of my hair. “At what?” he asked, smile playing at his lips.
“Well, if I died, you could totally do a great job taking care of the Flock,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.
Angel walked up to us. “You won’t die,” she said matter-of-factly.
Iggy punched my arm playfully. “Yeah, ‘cause you’re the Invincible Max.”
Of course.
“Let’s go get some food, guys,” I said, and we started walking towards the Wendy’s.

Fang stepped up to order. There was nobody in the Wendy’s but them, so he assumed it was pretty safe. “I’ll have four triple cheeseburgers, one fish sandwich, two large fries, two…hm…number three salads, a large Coke, and five apple pies.”
The cashier smiled. “Feeding a crowd?”
“Yep,” Fang said politely.
“Okay, your total is–”
“We still have more people ordering on me,” Fang interrupted.
Iggy stepped up to bat. “I’ll get the same as him.”

I herded the kids up and ordered for myself. “I’ll have two chicken sandwiches, two triple cheeseburgers, one large fries, two number six salads, and a large Sprite. Thanks!”
The cashier looked shocked.
Nudge emerged from the ladies room.
“Nudge?”
“Yeah, Max? Oh, right. I’ll have two fish sandwiches, two chicken sandwiches, two double cheeseburgers, two large fries, one large Root-Beer, and six apple pies.”
The cashier’s jaw dropped. “Okay, give me a second to write this down…”
Gazzy looked at Nudge. He smiled to himself. “I’ll get the same as her, except I also want two number four salads and instead of Root-Beer, I’ll have Dr. Pepper.”
“HOLD ON,” the cashier shouted.
“I’ll have three double cheeseburgers, one large fry, a large Coke, and, like, four apple pies,” Angel said, counting off her fingers. She looked at me. “Did I forget something?”
“A salad.”
“Oh! Right!” she turned back to the cashier. “And one chicken ceaser salad.”
The cashier dropped her pen. “Oh. Kay,” she breathed, “That’ll be $146.27.”
I gave her my Max Card.
“That’s a lot of money to spend, miss,” she warned.
“I know. I’ve been through this. Just get us what we ordered, and we’ll be on our merry way,” I growled.

“Aw, man,” the Gasman groaned, “I am sooo full.”
I ate another handful of fries. “Well, ‘full’ means you won’t be hungry any time soon,” I said.
Fang reached across the table and grabbed my soda, taking a sip through the clear plastic straw.
“Fang!” I shrieked, almost flying over the wall of greasy debris that separated one side of the table from the other..
I grabbed it from him and wiped the straw on my shirt. “Ew! Why’d you do that? Now I can’t drink out of it!”
Fang shrugged. “Wanted some Sprite.”
Nudge and Angel giggled while the Gasman and Iggy snickered. Fang got up from his seat. “Here, I’ll get you a new straw,” he said, making his way towards the condiment table.
“No, Fang! Just sit down,” I pleaded.
He laughed and sat back across from me and smiled.
I glowered.
“So are we…” Iggy began when a loud phhhbbbttt! erupted from the corner of the table.
“OH MY GOD, GAZZY,” Nudge gagged as she grasped at her throat.
Gazzy was laughing so hard he was in tears, on the verge of falling off his chair. “You…should have…seen…your…faces,” he managed through laughs. He took another shaky breath and actually fell this time.
We all started laughing like crazy. My teary eyes landed on Angel, who eventually laughed so hard Coke started coming out her nose and she fell to the floor with Gazzy.
“Something wrong over there?” a employee called from where she was mopping up a mess.
That just made us burst out laughing again.

Know That You Know

In Focus on the Family's Brio magazine that my sister and I recieve, I found an interesting article on abortion. It was called 'Know That You Know'. It was in the January, 2009 adition.

It's a Christian view on abortion, and answers to arguments that pro-choice'rs always bring up in an argument.

Here it goes, i typed it all up:

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It’s hard to articulate your beliefs about abortion when everyone around you buys into the lies of the world. It’s tough…but it’s not impossible!

Article by Susie Shellenberger

Argument 1: Abortion must be legal because women have a “right to privacy”.

Your Response: A recognized right to privacy doesn’t mean that anything goes. What you do in the privacy of your own home, for instance, is wrong if you’re abusing a child, operating a prostitution ring or selling illegal drugs.
Likewise, a woman’s “right to privacy” doesn’t grant her the authority to end the life of a living human being. In this case her preborn child.
Legal abortion assumes that a woman will have to choose between her needs and her baby’s and that doesn’t have to be the case. Placing the child’s right to life in competition with a woman’s right to privacy is a no-win for both mother and child.

Argument 2: The preborn baby is not a living human being. Therefore, abortion is acceptable.

Your Response: Basic biology blows this argument out of the water; A human embryo or fetus is, well…human. A member of the homo sapiens species and the offspring of, well…humans.
No one with a fundamental knowledge of human biology can argue against this with any credibility.
If the baby is not a living human, why does a doctor who’s treating a pregnant woman have two patient? If the preborn are not human, why do 37 states and the federal government have laws charging two counts of murder when a pregnant woman and her baby are killed?

Argument 3: Abortion helps women who face an unexpected or difficult pregnancy.

Your Response: When you think of the situations in which abortion is most frequently considered, you see that abortion ends the pregnancy but doesn’t necessarily solve the underlying problem. Economically disadvantaged women are still economically disadvantaged. A woman who was sexually assaulted still must confront the trauma of that experience. Abortion can also create health and psychological problems that didn’t exist before, including difficulty becoming pregnant again in the future, depression, substance abuse and suicide.

Argument 4: A woman has a right to control her own body. There fore, she can decide to abort a fetus.

Your Response: A baby is not part of a woman’s body. It has it’s own genetic code, blood type and immune system, and half the time, a different gender.

Argument 5: Abortion should be legal because women have a “right to choose”.

Your Response: Abortion advocates created the slogan, “right to choose” to take attention away from what abortion does – destroys a living, growing human life. It’s funny that they never finish the sentence: A woman has the right to choose WHAT? To choose to end the life of her preborn child. All sorts of laws prevent one human from harming another (murder, rape, assault); that’s the basis of a civilized society. Abortion isn’t a civilized response to an unexpected pregnancy.

Argument 6: If abortion is outlawed, women will turn to dangerous illegal abortions as they did before abortion was legalized. So women will die.

Your Response: It might surprise you to know that the number of illegal abortion deaths before legalization in 1973 was exaggerated, and for political reasons. Early abortion advocates admit this was the case. The number of illegal abortion deaths dropped drastically, not with the advent of legal abortion, but with the development of antibiotics.

Argument 7: Even if I’m personally against abortion, it’s wrong for me to impose my views or my morality on someone else who supports abortion.

Your Response: Every law represents someone’s morality. Laws against drowning crying infants represent near-universal standards of morality and civility. The preborn child is a member of the human family and as such deserves a chance to by born and thrive, just like you and me.

Argument 8: Abortion should be allowed when a woman is sexually assaulted. She shouldn’t be forced to live with a reminder of this crime.

Your Response: Yes, rape is a terrible crime and assault, but abortion is also an assault against the woman and her child. How is it just for an innocent child to pay with her life for the crimes of her father?

Argument 9: a preborn chld is merely another part of the woman’s body. Therefore, abortion is acceptable.

Your Response: Again, Basic biology begs to differ: A young human growing in her mother’s womb has a completely unique genetic code and may ave a different blood type. If the human is male, he has a different gender.

Argument 10: The preborn may be a human, but not a “person” with feelings and thoughts. Therefore, abortion is not killing a person.

Your Response: The notion of “person” or person-hood is a philosophical concept. Let’s stick to the hard, cold biological fact that the offspring of humans are humans.

New post on writing blog!

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.”

MICROSOFT FINALLY WOOOOORKS!!!!!

OKAY!!! So Dad finally found the stupid disk to install Microsoft Office 2000, so we got it working. Yay!

Anyway, so more fanfiction:

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I’m glad I took Iggy up on that idea to stay at a hotel. You see, in the woods, I would be freezing. But I’m in a nice bed with thick covers. Not to mention a heater. I’m really pretty warm.
Uh…actually a little too warm.
And why did I feel like I was sleeping next to the heater? I don’t remember one right next to me.
I opened my eyes. I was facing the window, the sun was coming up, and light streamed through.
I rolled over and saw Fang lying next to me on top of the covers, his head on the other pillow. He was wearing his jeans and no t-shirt.
Um, okay?
“Fang?” I whispered.
He didn’t wake up, so I kicked him in the leg.
He groaned. “Ow, what?” he asked irritably, rolling so he faced me.
I eyed him.
“Floor was too hard. Like carpeted concrete. And it smells like cigarette smoke,” he quickly explained, making a face.
“Ah,” I said, feeling a bit awkward. “We going anywhere today?” Please.
“You aren’t,” he said.
I groaned, laying on my back again. “This isn’t fair,” I growled.
Fang laughed. “Life’s not fair,” he said.
We just lay there for a few minutes, watching the boring, white ceiling. Then it donned on me. We could probably be at my mom’s house by now if we hadn’t stopped here.
“We should go to my mom’s house,” I said, rolling on my side so I could see Fang better.
He glanced at me.
“Oh, c’mon, Fang, please?” I pleaded. “We could attempt normalcy.”
Just then, the door burst open and Iggy walked in followed by the other kids.
“Breakfast in bed!” Angel said happily. “Except, not for you, Fang.”
He scowled and hopped off the bed. Iggy plopped a plate of bacon and eggs on my lap and stood back, watching me.
“Um…do you need to tell me something?” I asked him warily.
“Just eat,” he said.
I stabbed an egg with my fork and tossed it into my mouth. “This is really good, Ig,” I assured him.
“Okay, cool. I’m gonna go back to my room,” he told all of us, feeling his way out of the room.
Fang looked at me. “C’mon Gazzy,” he said, pulling the Gasman out of the room after Iggy with him.
Angel and Nudge jumped on the bed with smiles on their faces. “Are we really going to go to your mom’s house?” Angel asked excitedly.
I groaned. “Fang said no.”
Nudge rolled her eyes. “What can he say to you? You’re the leader, right?”
I touched my stomach tenderly. “Not for the moment. Fang’s second in command, remember?” I looked back up at them.
Angel sighed. “I guess.”
I put my hand on Angel’s cheek. “Aw, sweetie, it’s fine. I’ll be fine We’ll get out of here soon.”
“That’s not what Fang and Iggy are thinking,” she said, “Iggy’s thinking that the cuts were pretty deep, and they might have severed something important. Fang’s thinking about how much he loves you and that he’ll never let anything happen to you and that he doesn’t want to go to your mom’s house because it won’t be just us all together anymore.”
Nudge and I looked at her, shocked. “Fang loves Max?” Nudge squealed, “Ohmygosh that is sooo cute.”
“Oh, geez, Nudge,” I said, then added quickly, “But we’re getting out of here pretty soon. I’ll just order Fang to get us all to Dr. Martinez’s.”
“I guess,” Angel said thoughtfully.
Nudge giggled again at the mention of Fang, grinning.

So, Um, Happy New Year. And Merry Christmas (Not Hansakwanamas! I Can Say Whatever I WANT.)

So i'm not even gonna bother about Christmas. If you're friends with my sister on facebook, you can see photos, but otherwise your out of luck, my friend.

So New Years was fun! Me, Kristina, and Carli went to the church lock-in for the youth and it was a bomb! (OMG BOMBS!!). Kristina and I stayed up watching movies (Kung Foo Panda, The Princess Bride, Shrek [hate that movie], and The Pink Panther [Steve Martin]) while Carli played Halo with the guys in the room across the hall on four different TV's hooked up so everyone was playing the same game. Steve kept calling her a 'Halo Beast' 'cause she kept killing him, hahaha.
Sarah Smith said that she'd stay up all night with me, but soon fell asleep with Kristen, Abby, Bree, and Margo.
So Kristina and I just watched movies pretty much all night, except for when we got bored during Shrek and got out our iPods and books. Then we ran a lap around the church with Makayla and her friends (7th graders).
Then at seven thirty in the morning after cleaning everything up, we (Kristen, Sarah, and I) had a pillow fight with Anderson. Then Steve tackled Caleb, which was pretty funny.
And at eight, Dad picked Kristen and I up and we went home. I just went and took a shower then took a six hour nap.

At two I woke up and got ready for the small get-together we were having with the Phangs (pronounced 'Pong') and Caleb's family.
Caleb's family arrived early, so we gave quite the grand tour of our new house (because nobody had seen it before...). Kristen, Caleb, and I tried to get one of my paintings (the alpacka one that's all dizzying, but Caleb said it looks like a great dane with long ears) onto my wall, but it wouldn't stay.

When everyone finally arrived, we (the kids) all played B.S. at the dining room table, and then proceded to play Clue.
We ate dinner while playing Clue, and then played Apples to Apples and Catch Phrase with everyone minus my brother, his two friends, and Aubrey.
This was all quite funny the whole time because both Caleb and I were loopy from sleep deprivation, even though we'd both taken six hour naps, and eventually, Caleb dozed off on the couch when the party was finally over.

So...that was my new year. yaaay. 1-1-09!