Max + Fang: 18
Gazzy/ The Gasman: 12
Chapter 1: Flying High...
Six figures, swooping, gilding, through the air, Waaay above our heads, making cloud angels as they go, through the mid-summer sun. These kids are not ordinary, as you may tell, by their description. They were genetically engineered by, the Hell it's self, 'The school'... with 2% Avian, The Flock.
'Angel, so help me. If you are reading my mind again, I will let slip about you're... 'Little problem'.' I thought (if possible) angrily and desperately to Angel.
Once again, my mind wondered off. (Letting the blocks that surrounded my mind, down. oops...ha ha). I'll give you one guess, as to who was on my mind...
If you said Fang then. Ding, I owe you a cookie (that I shall not part with. hahaha) I snapped out of my daze, to look across at Angel on my left, to see her eye shrouded and face looking like she was concentrating, at this point I realized what, stupid mistake, I had done, hence the above.
We were on our way back from, a week's worth of relaxation in Tennessee, going to visit my mom, Dr. Martinez, who is now on house and bed arrest, after the incident of Mr. Chu's plan, (what blow up in his face, Bo-ya).
Well it's been... 2 hours? Since our last break, I'm surprised one of them hasn't complained about being tired, or hungry...
"Max" The gasman whined, as he flew up beside me. I spoke too soon.
"Let me guess, your hung-Chopper!" Iggy spoke over me, interrupting my sentence.
"Everyone, down, down, down!" All of us dropped like a rocks in complete unison to the cover under the trees... Wait a minute!