Paranoid

Something weird’s going on. I can feel it…

Strangely, I haven’t been pranked since the pink-wing incident (The paint hasn’t worn off yet!). Everything around the house has been kind of quiet. Nudge hasn’t written any love poems about me and Max and our “52 children”. Gazzy and Iggy haven’t blown anything up; Angel’s been, well, and angel; and Total’s been almost silent. I feel like they’re about to do something huge.

So, yesterday, Max and I went on a picnic. In the woods. Alone. Dr. M kept telling us to be careful because “you never know what’s out there”, which made me SURE something bad was going to happen to us. And that Dr. M was in on it too.

The whole time we were eating, I was on the lookout, but, things were… perfect. No trap caught me by my foot, no video was posted online of Max and I kissing, no nothing.

I know they’re up to something, and, whatever it is, it’ll be bad for me. It’s like an earthquake; when the two plates get stuck, the potential energy builds up and builds up, until it’s released and becomes kinetic energy (nice science lesson, Fang).

I’ll have to let you guys know if anything bad happens, or, if I don’t, you’ll know that something REALLY bad happened to me.

I’m so scared…

Fly on.

-Fang