Max's Journal: July 5, 2002

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Taylor Twins concert!

I can't wait to tell the rest of the flock about this - they're gonna be SO excited!Guess what? I just spotted a flyer on a bus stop about an upcoming Taylor Twins concert! How cool is THAT?

Natalie and Trent's show is at some beach on Long Island. It's an outdoor thing, so maybe we can fly on in there while no one's looking and blend in with the crowd? The show is also completely sold out, so having these wings of ours may just be the ticket! (Pun intended.)

I wonder what songs they're going to sing? We only caught their concert midway through the show at Central Park, so it would be really cool to surprise everyone and treat them to this. I can't wait to see the look on Gazzy's face when I tell him!

Max

Dusting off the old journal...

Before this whole blogging thing became popular, I used to write down my thoughts the old school way, with a pen and paper. They were called "journals" or "diaries." Ahh. . . technology. lol.

Anyhow, I started going through old entries from a few years ago when we first got out of The School and lived with Jeb. It's so weird to see how quickly things have changed and where we ended up!

Here's the very first entry from my journal:

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Why Angel?

I know I have the reputation of being "the quiet one" and all that other strong, silent type stuff that goes along with it, but it's only because I have a lot going on underneath the surface. And I've been doing some thinking. A lot of thinking, actually.

After Angel's pet store freak-out over the weekend, I couldn't help but have a flashback to when she was first kidnapped. ...Why did the whitecoats just want her back?

We were all at that psycho School--all six of us. We all lived through that nightmare until Jeb gave us a second chance; a first chance at normalcy. But what the H-E-double hockey sticks were they doing with Angel? Max is the one who's supposed to "save the world," Angel's just...I don't know, Angel.

Why not, say, me? Maybe Angel has something they need, and they'll keep hunting us down until they get her back and kill the rest of us when they do? Why are we dispensable and she's the exception? I don't understand.

-Fang

"How much is that Angel in the window?"

We found a pet store as we were walking down the street, and of course Angel ran over to the window when she spotted a bunch of really cute cats, and a dog that looked just like Total!! ...Like his missing brothers and sisters or something!!

Then all of a sudden, Angel freaked out and booked it down the block. I couldn't figure out what was up until I realized that one of the cages looked exactly like the kind she was kept in at the School!! (Remember page 54?)

It must have been pretty scary for her to be kidnapped and held prisoner there all by herself. She is the youngest, you know. I don't blame her. (The cat is still cute, though!!)

~Nudge

Paranoia!

That Winged Kids site is making me more and more paranoid by the minute.

After spotting that waiter in the park the other day, it reminded me of two things that happened at the restaurant: 1. Man, that was funny! 2. All those people took pictures of us ! Translation? They're bound to show up on that stupid conspiracy website!

And, what do ya know! Jason is blabbing all over the site about how he saw us "morph into these things with wings." (I wish he would just morph into oblivion!)

I can't believe how stupid we were! Yeah, it was wrong of him not to serve us (we had the cash to buy all that food), but I should have played it cool instead of instigating that big scene. But really, how am I supposed to set a good example for the flock when that snot-nosed waiter's head is just calling for a bowl of olive oil!?

Why does it seem like everything I do is a big spectacle? Nothing can be simple.

Hopefully this all blows over. And SOON.

You're fired!

Guess who I saw in Central Park today?! (No, not Paris Hilton.) Our old "friend" Jason! Remember that waiter I dumped a bowl of olive oil on from Garden Tavern? Man, I wish I had a camera with me for that Kodak moment.

I was perched up in the tree above Jason as I watched him sitting on a bench looking rather depressed, circling things with a marker in a newspaper. Luckily, this time I had a camera with me!

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Ha! The want-ads! That guy should have just brought us the food we wanted and everything would have been cool. He would have kept his job, Angel would stop nagging me for prime rib, and we would have not been tabloid fodder.

Note to self: When a bunch of kids order half the whole menu in posh restaurant, don't freak - just serve. MR, pg 322.