Max-I'm not going to die today.

Dreams die hard. And sometimes they don't have to die at all.

Gazzy sniffed the air. "That's explosives. It smells like Christmas!" Okay, so we've had somewhat untraditional Christmases. With explosives.

But what is life if you don't live it?

In case you guys didn't catch last week's episode, I'm out of the flock," I informed them. "Angel has no allegiance to me. She's wanted me gone for a long time. And in case you didn't catch all the episodes from the past year, Angel is... unbalanced." "Untrustworthy," Fang seconded. "Unpredictable," Jeb added. "Dangerous," Dylan chimed in.

Angel wanted them all to burn in h-e- double toothpicks forever.

I learnt to love reading. And then I started scribbling stories, and I liked that even more.