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Fang's POV I had to get out of here. If I just stay still then I'll disappear, that could work. No that won't work, that won't get me out it'll get me stuck in here. UGH! What the hell am I supposed to do?!?! I guess I'll just have to sneak by them when they aren't looking. I walked slowly and quietly around the cave without anyone noticing and then dropped out the entrance. Right after I was completely out of sight I flung my wings out, flying hard into the distance. There had to be somewhere I could go to think. It felt so good to feel the wind on my face while flying away from the claustrophobic little cave. I wonder if the flock rea

Max POV "Hey Fang" I shouted trying to get his attention. "What is it?" He asked walking out of his room into the hall. Ok those who are wondering where on earth are we exactly. The Flock and I live with my mom and Ella in Arizona since we "saved" the world a few months back. Things have been kind of weird between me and Fang lately and I'm still trying to figure out what's going on. Except every time I get the chance I chicken out. For example right now. "Um…" I stuttered I'd been doing a lot of that recently. "Where's the…box of cds I had?" wow what is wrong with me? "Uh…I think it's in the hall closet" Fang said sort of

Max POV "No one said we were playing hide and seek Gazzy" Why Gazzy, Fang was just about to tell me something important. Now he'll probably never tell me. He might have been just about to tell me he has more than just brother-sister feelings for me, but now I'll never know. Thanks Gazzy really appreciate your help! "Oh sorry Max, we found firewood and food, so we came to tell you that you didn't need to look for food anymore and you should come back to the cave we were at before, or since we are all already here we could just stay here instead. What do you think about that Max, since you are the leader it is up to you?" "Whoa, whoa, whoa

I was on a school trip in New York when I figured it all out. I wanted to be a singer there was no question.  It just seemed to all click as my class and I went into the concert hall and I heard the beautiful singer's voice. I just thought "That's what I want to be doing, making all my fans happy with something I love to do." When the concert was over I told my friend what I was thinking.  Of course she thought I was crazy. She said "Do you have any idea how small of a chance there is of becoming a professional singer?" All I could do was shake my head.   "It's less than ten percent of Americans that get to be in the music industry and tha