Hooray! New chapter! I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in like FOREVER. But I've been having this HORRIBLE writer's block! GAH! And I just read a sneak peak of Angel- the new Maximum Ride book. Let me just say one thing - I FREAKING HATE DYLAN EVEN MORE NOW. And for all of you people out thre saying, 'oh Dylan's not so bad.', well once upon a time I thought that too. NOT ANYMORE! !:O Sorry about my little tantrum...

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE OR TWILIGHT. I HAVE NO LIFE.

LIFE ISN'T ABOUT WAITING FOR THE STORM TO PASS. IT'S ABOUT LEARNING TO DANCE IN THE RAIN. AND THEN GETTING ELECTROCUTED.

" Yo! Angel!" Iggy shouted once again.

" What do you want this time, Iggy?" Angel said in an exasperated tone.

" That's SIR, Angel." Iggy pointed a knife at her. " Do I really have to punish you again, because I assure you, the hospital will not be able to stich your little neck back up again."

"Fine. SIR."

"Better. Now, go eat an elephant for my entertainment."

I'm going to cut your head off Iggy, then I'm going to take your brains out, and every other vein I find, I'm going to get rid of all of the blood in your head, take your eyeballs out, and finally, I will put a small flashlight in your skull and use your head as a jack-o-lantern for Halloween, Thought Angel.

" I don't see you straining to swallow an elephant yet." Iggy said impatiently.

" You're blind. You can't see, Iggy." Angel smirked. "Or have you been lying?"

"Uh...right." Iggy stuttered.

Angel rolled her eyes. " Whatever. I am NOT eating an elephant. That would make me, like, fat."

" Give me a glass of soda, then. On second thought, bring me a whole soda bottle. Coca cola. Not PEPSI."

Angel snorted. "Like you would be able to tell the difference."

Iggy held up a gun. " What did you say?"

" Nothing." Angel said quickly.

" GO." Iggy demanded.

Angel glared at him and then went into the kitchen to grab a soda bottle.

Meanwhile at the Cullen house.

"EDWARD!" Alice screamed at the VERY top of her lungs.

" WHAT? Alice what's wrong?" Edward came rushing down the stairs. Again.

"I need a refill of orange juice." Alice whined.

" I still don't know why you're drinking human food." Edward replied.

" Shut up and do it." Alice seethed.

Edward glared at her, but went to fetch her some orange juice.

" There." He shoved the orange juice into her waiting hand.

Alice drank a bit, and then spit it back out. All over Cullen's face.

"This is NOT pulp free orange juice!" Alice screeched.

" Oh, well maybe, YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD ME YOU WANTED PULP FREE!" Edward yelled back.

Alice then proceded to rip Edward's arm off.

" AAAAAHHHH! WHAT THE HECK! UGHAAH!" Edward shrieked. In a very feminine pitch.

" I want orange juice." Alice said.

Back at the Ride house

Angel was walking back to the living room with Iggy's soda. PEPSI. When Nudge suddenly called out, " Angel!"

Angel ditched the soda. " Coming Nudge!" She called out.

"Yes?" Angel said when she got to Nudge's room.

" Have you seen my nail polish?"

"No." Angel said.

" Could you go look for it?"

" Can't you?" Angel retorted.

" No, I would waste my time. I'm older than you, so I can boss you around. So go. NOW." Nudge rolled her eyes.

" Fine." Angel sighed. One day I'll kill you all. She thought.

Cullen land

As Edward went back to the kitchen to get Alice a PULP FREE glass of orange juice, Rosalie shouted, "Edwaaard!"

Edward ignored it.

"EDWARD, EDWARD, EDWARD!" Rosalie kept screaming. SHUT UP.

Finally after about two seconds, Edward had enough. He fled up to Rosalie's room with a bazooka.

" WHAT DO YOU WANT!" He roared.

" I want you to play dollies with me." Rosalie said, holding up some barbie dolls. Twilight barbie dolls.

Edward just stared at her like she was completely insane. "Where in the heck did you get that Edward barbie doll?" He said slowly.

"Walmart." Rosalie said casually.

" You do realize if I play dollies with you, I'm going to have to kill you afterwards right?" Edward questioned.

"Yeah." Rosalie said in a 'duh' tone.

"Okay then." Edward said.

" EDWARD! MY ORANGE JUICE!" Alice screeched from the living room.

"Crap."

They don'y pay me enough to do this

Angel was just about to go get Iggy's soda, and try to find Nudge's nail polish when another, " ANGEL!" shook the house. Gazzy.

Angel grabbed a pillow and screamed as loud and hard as she could into it. That's better.

Then she went to check on Gazzy.

"What?" She asked him when she got to his room.

"Play Grand Theft Auto with me!" Gazzy demanded.

That's it.

Angel shot him in the skull. Now, I have to hide the evidence, Angel thought.

Then Fang yelled, "Yo! Angel!"

Angel pointed the gun toward her head.

Well you know

"Coming Alice!" Edward dashed out of Rosalie's room and headed for the kitchen to get that stupid orange juice. And then ran to Alice's room with the orange juice. " Here you go." He tossed the cup toward her. And she missed. On purpose.

"Whoops." Alice chuckled. "Clean it up Edward. Or do you want Esme to kill you? You know that she built this house and hand made the carpets. It took her five years to finish them."

Suddenly Esme was in the room with them. "You heard Alice. Edward, clean this mess up or I'll rip your leg off and give it to Jacob as a throphy."

Edward read her mind. She wasn't bluffing.

"Yes, Esme." He hung his head in shame.

He grabbed some cleaning supplies and started to clean.

Then Emmet's unmistakenly booming voice called out, " EDWARD!"

Angel's frustration

After a second of hesitation Angel decided not to commit suicide. She cursed her life and then went to go see what Fang wanted. What could Fang want?

Angel entered Fang's room quickly. "What is it Fang?"

Fang looked up from the book he was reading - How To Kill The Members Of Your Flock by : Maximum Ride *cough* I mean Rode, Maximum Rode. Yeah, that's what I meant.

"Angel remember last week when I read you that poem I wrote? The one that you said was 'epic'?

Angel nodded. She remembered every word.

A Poem By Fang

'Roses are red,

Violets are blue

I want to kill people

People like you'

It really was epic.

"Anyway," Fang continued. "I wanted to ask if you could read my new poem." Fang handed Angel his poem. On the top of the paper it read, 1 of 250 pages.

"Um... Fang," Angel sounded unsure. She didn't want to disapoint Fang because unlike Iggy, he didn't threat her into things.

Fang looked up at her hopefully.

Angel sighed defeated. "Okay." She sighed. This was going to be a while.

Edward will die of stress

"Go." Esme gave permission to Edward to go see what Emmet wanted.

Edward wasted no time to go see what Emmet wanted. Emmet got very angry when he didn't get what he wanted in time.

When Edward reached Emmet's room, he peaked carefully inside. Emmet was sitting in front of his television screen - watching 1,000 ways to die. A guy had just been killed

" Ha!" Emmet chuckled. " Humans are stupid. Especially Bella. What a douche bag, falling and getting into trouble with mythical creatures."

Edward pretended to be angry at Emmet. But he actually agreed with him.

"What do you want, Emmet?" Edward asked him in a cold voice. Please let it be something NORMAL.

"Well Eddie, I just wanted to give you your mail.A letter named...Angel?"

"Doesn't ring a bell." Edward stated. Emmet flung him the letter. It read,

Dear Edward Cullen,

Do not ask how I know this, BUT I know that you are a sparkly vampire, *chuckle* and that you are a mind reader. I'm that kid that caught you eating a rabbit. I am a winged bird-kid and I too am a mind reader. Unlike you though, I am much younger, and have better fashion sense. Where'd you get those clothes, at a teletubies convention? I'm nowhere near 100, *cough, gramps, cough*. And I'm much more evil! I've seen all of the Twilight movies *forced against my will by my sister, Nudge* and couldn't help but notice that you are a total push over! If you are tired of people treating you like dirt, like I at this very moment am being treated like, meet me at eht ecalp htiw eht ffuts! (read backwards) at 2 pm today. I have a plan that will take care of our problems! It may involve murder. See you then.

From Angel Ride (soon too be Demon Ride)

What the heck?

To be continued...

Kill me if you want, I'm sure that you all hate writer's block which is exactly what I have. NOOO! Part 2 will be up ASAP.