We probably looked like starving orphan children. Hey! We were starving orphan children.

Nudge threw her arms around my neck. 'I love you Max! I love all of us too!' Yeah, me too,' Said the Gasman. 'I don't care if we have our house, or a cliff ledge, or a cardboard box. Home is wherever we all are, together.

My style is colloquial storytelling. It's the way we tell stories to one another - it's not writerly, it's not overdone.

It's always refreshing to meet someone crazier than us," I said. "We seem so normal afterward.

So there you have it, the extent of my charms: brown hair and eyes like unbarfed chocolate. I'm a lucky girl." -Max

Stop trying to write sentences and start trying to write stories.

In the dictionary, next to the word stress, there is a picture of a midsize mutant stuck inside a dog crate, wondering if her destiny is to be killed or to save the world. Okay, not really. But there should be.