The Other Half of Chapter 11 of My Fanfiction

Noooo!!! Obama's President!!! I'm gonna cryyyy!!!! *bawls*

But I found my jump drive in my Dad's car. No idea how it got there...but yeah.

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Max POV

It was snowing and it was pretty cold. Mom made us all put on coats and take flashlights to go look for him. Angel stayed close to me and held my hand as we swept yet another street with flashlights calling out Total’s name. Angel started to cry, so Fang picked her up and held her as we kept searching.
The bad thing about Total being a talking dog is that we can’t just go to the Dumb Friends League and pick up a beagle. No. We have to get Total back. And if he dies, it will feel like a flock member dying.
“Fang? Maybe we should go in and call it a day,” I suggested, shivering.
Angel had fallen asleep over his shoulder with her face pressed into his neck. His neck was frosted over a bit from where he’d been crying on him.
“Maybe,” was all Fang said.
Just then, we heard the Gasman screech, “Total!”
Iggy with Ella, and Nudge ran over to where his voice was heard. Fang looked at me and hugged Angel closer, and we walked over too.
Before we reached it, Iggy turned back to us with a little frozen heap of black fur. I whimpered. “He’s not breathing, but he might have a chance because he’s frozen,” Iggy said. “Let’s get him back to your mom, Max.”
We all quickened our pace and headed back to the house.

“Mom? Mom!?” Ella yelled into the house. “We found him, but I—we think he’s dead.”
Dr. Martinez ran and grabbed her stuff. “Get him on the kitchen table on a clean towel,” she instructed, “I need to get something.”
Iggy set him on the table. Angel was awake now, and she sat at one of the chairs stroking his ice-crusted fur. “It’s gonna be okay, Total,” she told him.
I don’t know where my mother got electric paddles, but she brought them in. “Someone start chest compressions on him, try and get his heart started,” she instructed, hooking up the electrical cords.
“Oh, God,” Nudge moaned as Iggy started pressing his hands on the dog’s chest and leaning in and off.
“No change,” he said, when he stopped and listened to the Total’s heart.
Okaaay…
“Clear,” Dr. Martinez said, coming for him with the paddles and pressing them down.
Total flopped limply on the table as electricity overwhelmed his body.
No change.
Dr. Martinez tried again. “Clear.”
No change. Angel’s mouth curved down severely, threatening another outburst of tears. I gathered her in my arms and she wept into my chest.

I FOUND MY JUMP DRIVE!!! *hugs*

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Okay. Sorry, i'm just really, really happy i didn't just loose all my writing. *whew*

So, um, new chapter on my writing blog! Here's the Link. You didn't know I had a writing blog? Wow. Unobservant much? Hahaha. Just kidding.

Oh, and I can't stress how important it is to comment because it makes me feel special and all warm and fuzzy.

~Steph

DANG IT.

I think I lost my jump drive. At the movie theatre. Like, yesterday, Steve and Caleb called me and asked if Kristen and I wanted to go to the movies with them because they were bored, so we went and saw Yes Man at 3:30. We got our Icees and sat down, and I think my drive was in my pocket and fell out.

DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT DANG IT DAAANGGG IIIT!!!

I am SOOO mad.

But then the funny part about going with them was that they thought we had a ride, so when we went to the bathroom, they started walking back to Steve's house, so when we got out, they were gone. So Kristen and I thought they might be in the bathroom, so we sat at a bench and waited.

...and waited.

...and waited.

and they eventually didn't show up so we called Steve's mom to see if she had Caleb's cell phone number (because I don't have it) and she asked if we needed a ride to her house ('cause that's where we were originally planning). So we said we did, and she came to pick us up right as Dad called back (we'd called him a million times), and he told us he was picking. us. up.
and he sounded really scary, too.

But apparently Caleb and Steve got yelled at by Steve's mom because she's really protective of girls (and especially us because she's known us since we were little and she has three sons). It was all really sad.

but so, so, funny.

Gazelles!!

Link One : Gazelle Status...FAIL
Link Two : Gazelle Status...FAIL.
Link Three: Gazelle status...FAIL. <==this one's the best!

lesson learned, GAZELLES ALWAYS FAIL. NEVER TRUST A GAZELLE!!

And then there's: Link Four, where the Gazelle does not fail!

Hehehe.

Okay, so I'm at school, and I really shouldn't be on here, but who cares? We should be working on "The Amazing Adventures of Squidgemous Nomenclature" but I really can't do anything unless Ginny finishes her part.
So I just took the extra laptop and I'm sitting in the back of the science room goofing off [in my mind] and doing nothing productive.

Hey, but i look like I am! I keep pulling up the document from the dock every time she circles around.

It's pretty funny and I'm so getting in huge trouble if she catches me because she is EVIL. Almost as bad as Anne Walker. Almost.

So i'm thinking about just writing more Fanfiction as I'm waiting here doing evil and trying to stay out of trouble. And Ginny's sitting next to me on her laptop writing--HEY, GINNY GET TO WORK! She's actually reading my fanfiction.

So yeah. Ug! 40 minutes until lunch! I am going to DIE.

~Steph

Chapter 11

Ug. My back hurts so bad today. And it did yesterday too. And the day before. And the day before.

Huh. I guess we could say my back SUCKS. I HATE MY BAAACK!!! I can't even do Karate this month because it hurts to stand up. Okay, hands up if you think i'm a cripple? Huh. Wow.

And sorry I haven't been posting. A girl has homework, you know? I had to do my book response thing, and i didn't sticky note my book, so kinda sucky. But i'm done with it now. *claps hands*

ah--ooo!

Okay, so poll results:

Max have a baby? It was close. 52% said yes, 48% said no. I figured i'd post it as a seperate story.

Number? 31% said twins, 52% said one, and 15% said triplets (NOT GONNA HAPPEN)

Name? Falcon: 10%, Spade: 26%, Nick: 21%, Hawk: 10%, Spade Falcon: 21%, Nick Spade: 10%. So we're going with Spade. Or Spade Falcon.

AH-OO!


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“Okay, all of you sit,” Max’s mom ordered, sounding utterly ticked off.
We all sat down on the opposite side of the table obediently. I slouched and crossed my arms over my black sweatshirt.
Dr. Martinez paced the area behind the table. “What do you boys think you’re doing? This is ridicules! Especially you, Iggy. I expected more out of you! Now you’re trying to seduce my thirteen-year-old daughter into doing the wrong things?” she paused angrily. “I mean, what is your problem?”
Iggy looked a bit shocked. “Well, um…see, she had a boyfriend, or so she told us, and so I didn’t think you would mind this sort of thing…”
“Mind?” Dr. Martinez hissed, “MIND?”
I was kinda angry now. “Doc!” I barked. “Calm down! It was just a kiss. Come on! It’s not like we were doing…,” I paused awkwardly, “…something else.”
We were silent for awhile before the Gasman finally spoke up and said, “Something else?”
I looked at Dr. Martinez and she looked at the Gasman. “Gazzy, I think it’s time you learned about something…”
Oh, God, here it comes, I thought, tuning out. I focused on the conversation of the girls in the living room, from what I could hear over Gazzy’s lurching and Dr. Martinez’s droning on about the ‘Miracle of Life’. I knew it was over when the Gasman was groaning and freaking out yelling, “Oh, my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh. GOD. EW!”
Is there anything that nine-year-old boys do not find gross?
“Fang, Iggy,” Max’s mom got our attention by snapping her fingers loudly at us. “Please understand me when I say I do not want any grandchildren any time soon.”
We nodded.
“OH MY GOD EEE-YEEEWWW!!” Gazzy was still moaning and yelling and carrying on.
Iggy stood up and started walking out of the room, running into an eavesdropping Nudge. “I WAS NOT LISTENING TO THAT CONVERSATION!” she claimed a little too loudly.
I got up and took her hand to help her to her feet. “Oh, we all believe you. C’mon, Nudge, go see Ella.”
She pouted. “I am not a dog.”
Angel walked up. “Speaking of which, have you guys seen Total anywhere? I can’t find him and I’m not picking up signals.”
I looked at her blue teary eyes. “I’m sorry, Ange, I haven’t seen him,” I said. “Did you ask Max?”
Wow. I hadn’t seen Total all day. Most of yesterday either. Not that I pay much attention to him anyway.
Angel shook her head woefully. “Yeah, she hasn’t seen him either. I’m afraid he went exploring and go hit by a—” she started to cry.
Iggy took the lead. “It’s okay, Ange, we’ll find him. You wanna come with me? I’ll help you look.”
Just then Max walked into the room pulling on a bright blue jacket. “We’ll all go.”
Angel hugged Iggy tightly and wept into his neck. “I’m so worried.”
“It’s gonna be okay,” he said soothingly, patting her back. “It’s gonna be okay.”

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so, um yeah.

MIRIAM!!!

Ooohhh...The Talk!

Iggy watched Fang’s expression, starting to smile and then quirking into a full blown grin as a great idea crossed his sightless eyes.
I sank lower into the couch, trying to disappear. Please don’t make me kiss him in front of everyone, I begged silently.
“Truth or Dare?” Iggy asked seriously.
Fang watched him wearily, and I could tell he was totally freaking out inside his head by the set of his jaw. He looked at me and I bugged my eyes out at him as if to scream, “Truuuth!”
“Dare,” Fang said.
Oh, God, he read my expression wrong. But then he sent a side glance my way that said that he meant to do that.
Fang, you’re freaking me out.
“That is an eeevil smile, Ig,” I said unsteadily.
“Okay, you have your choice of either kissing Max or asking her on a date, what’ll it be?” Iggy said.
“Can’t I do both?” Fang asked, playing along, adding to my embarrassment.
Iggy thought about this. “Hm…well, I guess if you want.”
I gave Fang a kiss-me-and-you’re-dead look. I would kill him. There is NO WAY he was going to—
But then his head swooped in as his arms wrapped around me. His mouth crushed mine. But I couldn’t help it, I kissed him back.
“Fang?” I vaguely heard Iggy ask. “Get to the point.”
He didn’t stop. His head angled to kiss me deeper.
“Fang?”
Nothing.
“EW! OH MY GOD FANG YOUR EPEDERMIS IS SHOWING!” Nudge shrieked.
He quickly drew back and wiped his mouth, “My what?” he asked, looking down and checking himself over to make sure he hadn’t forgotten to put something important on, like jeans.
Gazzy smiled. “Your skin.”
Fang looked over at me kind of embarrassed. Only Fang never gets embarrassed.
“You just got too carried away,” Nudge explained, “It was gross. Never do that in front of me again! GROSS.”
I smiled at Fang sheepishly and then looked at Nudge. “Nudgie, there will be a time when you think differently you’ll see nothing wrong with making out with some guy in front of all of us.”
She looked appalled. “Will not.”
Ella nodded her head. “Neither will I.”
Iggy turned his head to face them. “Will too.”
“Will not,” Ella countered, standing him up.
“Will too,” Iggy said, leaned over and kissed her on the lips, hard.
“Ooohhh…” Gazzy whooped, throwing his fist in the air. “Yeah…”
Just then, Dr. Martinez walked into the room and saw her daughter kissing Ig in the middle of the living room, and did not look too happy. Of course they were a little too preoccupied, so neither one of them noticed. “IGGY! ELLA!” the Dr. Martinez shouted.
They broke apart quickly, startled. “Oh, uh, um, hi, Doc…” he sputtered uncomfortably. “Think the game’s over, guys,” he told us.
But Mom was still pretty mad. “Okay. I want all the males in the dining room now. That means you, too, Gazzy.”
He made a face. “But I wasn’t kissing anyone!”
“You need to hear it all the same,” she rolled her eyes angrily.
The guys all filed out of the room. I sent Fang a sympathetic glance.
“What’s going on?” Nudge asked curiously.
I smiled a bit. “The Talk.”