Put Up A Fight
Chapter 1
"What a joke" max Kenton walked through his bed room door in a fit, he yanked his backpack of his shoulder and tossed onto the floor he glared at it for a minute before giving it a good kick. It hurled across the room and slammed into the wall. He stood in the middle of the room fuming, he began taking deep breaths trying to calm his nerves. Just when he thought he had taken back his control, a terse and annoyed voice called out to him.
"Max" it was Marvin coming from his study " what do you think your doing!" He was now standing in front of max's door, peering around the room. "im making a very important phone call, and your tantrum is getting in the way!" he gave max a steely look "if you cant stop your self from being a problem then you"ll need to take it out side." He hadn't even finished his sentence before he turned on his heels and walked back to his office.
There was a loud CLICK sound as the study door snapped just. And that was all, that was all he was gonna get. He knew by now that Marvin wasn't the type of person to say "max whats wrong?" or "did something at school today?" or even "jee Max why is the a bruise on your cheek and a blood smear on your shirt.?" All the rage that Max had been suppressing came boiling up to the surface, he dashed over to the corner where his defeated backpack lay ed crumpled, jerked it up from the ground and ran as fast as he could down the stairs, he made sure to slam the front door as hard as he could hoping it would make Marvin drop the phone or at the very least lose his train of thought.
He jumped on to his bike and started pedaling as fast as he could go he rushed past the million dollar suburban homes, past the identical white picket fences and the perfectly cut lawns, past the sent of over priced perfume and white supremacy. He pedaled as fast and as hard as he could, working all his anger out he wasn't even paying attention to where he was going, he didn't even notice that he was dripping sweat as if it were in the middle of July instead of the middle of November, Max finally became aware of his surroundings and realized where his feet were taking him. The Junk Yard, his favorite place in town, well right out side the town really since the home owners accosiation didn't want something so unsightly to actualy be apart of the town. Max took a deep breath and relaxed, the smell of metal and oil filled his lungs, the chinking sounds of crushed steel being dragged across the ground filled his ears, he smiled it was everything he loved.