Have you ever thought about what fiction is? Probably, such a question may seem surprising: and so everything is clear. Every person throughout his life has to repeatedly create the works he needs for specific purposes - statements, autobiographies, dictations - using not gypsum or clay, not musical notes, not paints, but just a word. At the same time, almost every person will be very surprised if he is told that he thereby created a work of fiction, which is very different from visual art, music and sculpture making. However, everyone understands that a student's essay or dictation is fundamentally different from novels, short stories, news that are created by professional writers. In the works of professionals there is the most important difference - excogitation. But, oddly enough, in a school literature course, you don’t realize the full power of fiction. So using our website in your free time discover fiction for yourself. Maximum Ride by Leah (novel books to read .txt) 📖
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"Nothing!" There was a brief muffle sound as, Fang assumed, Nudge hid the phone.
Max must have seen because the next thing she said was, "Give me the phone."
"Sorry Fang." Nudge whispered into the receiver before it clicked and went dead.
What was he going to do? He could stay and assume the flock, or Dylan would handle it, but he didn't want to assume. He put the phone down and sat on the bed. He was making a death decision.
Fang?!
"Nudge! who where you talking to?"
"Max please, I was just talking to-"
"To Fang?"
"No."
"Nudge, it's alright, you can tell me."
"Alright, I was talking to Fang!"
"What did he say?" I was sweating, heat radiated off my body, fury raced through me. I was no fool, I heard the phone vibrate and saw Nudge silently slip away to her bedroom. I waited a few minutes then when after her.
"He...he...he misses Angel and he wanted to check in with me. Wanted to make shire I was alright."
I didn't believe it. Why would Fang call Nudge to check on her and not me? Why should I care? Fang made it clear he didn't want me anymore.
"What's going on."
Dylan!
"Nothing," I turned around to see his beautiful face frowning in confusion. "Nudge and were just having a little chat."
"About what?"
"Nothing. It's our business, right Nudge."
"Right." I could tell she was uneasy and didn't want to be brought into this, but she needed to know not to tell Dylan.
Since we left Paris we flew back down to a little city in southern New Hampshire. We rented room (with two floors) in an old hotel and planned on how to find my Mom and Jeb. Things just kept going from bad to worse.
We hadn't seen any trouble since the doomsday group, but I have been itchy and on edge. Dylan easily got on my nerves, I never wanted to be around the flock. I was literally falling apart. How dramatic.
Publication Date: 11-01-2011
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