These kids are hilarious! I have tons of favorites, but let's just stick with the ones I most like:
-Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely. Did I whimper with pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot gà rán sandwich? bạn betcha.
-"So, Fnick, can I change the channel?" Iggy asked. "There's a game on." "Make yourself at home, Figgy," Fang said.
-He shrugged looking tired again, and pushed away the thực phẩm tray. "Sure." He lay back down and shut his eyes. "After all, Fnick is Superman," đã đưa ý kiến Iggy. "Shut up, Jeff," I said, but I was smiling.
Fang looked at dylan across the wrestling mat and knew that he would win. There wasnt a if, an hoặc but about it. He was sick and tired of Dylan smarting off when Max wasn't around. Fang took a attacking stance, he knew that Dylan, like the rest of them had been trained to fight. still that didn't stop him from wanting to beat that little twirp's butt! dylan smiled at him, which kind of made him mad. Fang ran up to Dylan and did a round house kick, whick he blocked. Fang backed up and came at Dylan with everything he had, but still Dylan kept blocking his blows. Fang smiled to himself and thought...
I felt horrible. Why was the Voice suddenly Angel? The flock just stared at me in a shocked silence. Then Angel spoke.
"But Max, it could just mean that I sounded like the Voice, not that I acually am the Voice."
"But we don't know that for sure, sweetie. It's just too confusing!" I sounded like a whinny little kid. I just wanted to curl up and cry. My baby, my Angel, the Voice? Suddenly it was all too much for me and i sat down.
"It sounded like she was predicting the future," Iggy said. "It didn't sound like her though. Too hoarse."
"Like a prophecy," Fang đã bình luận quietly. He sat down...
This can not be happening, Fang thought to himself as he stood in front of the window of a closed shop. The sky was dark gray. It was beginning to rain and people were running by, paying no attention to him. But Fang just stood there, motionless. He couldn't believe his eyes. A couple of hours ago, the flock had ditched him. And now he knew why. In the reflection of the mirror, a tall, dark-haired boy stood. His curious eyes darted every which way. But the reflection in the mirror wasn't his own. His body wasn't even his own anymore. It was that of his worst enemie's. Ari. What happened? He asked...