A/N Here it is! My new story! This story is prewritten and I will try to be posting at least once evry other week.
Disclaimer: I do not own any Maximum Ride characters.
Max POV
The sound of a high shrill beep woke me from my sleep. I looked at my alarm clock to see that I was late. I must have hit the snooze button without realizing it. I groaned and got up from my mattress on the floor. My clothes were shoved in the drawers of my dresser and I grabbed a t-shirt and jeans before slipping them on and running out my door.
"Max!" My awful foster mother called before I could escape out the front door.
"Yes, Anne?" I asked and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"And where do you think you're going?" She gave me a look.
"To school," I answered with a 'duh' look on my face.
"Not without cleaning up that mess in the kitchen."
"But that's not my mess." I argued.
"Did I say it was yours? No. Do you still have to clean it up? Yes." She smirked at me. I stalked past her and into the kitchen muttering to myself.
After the mess was dealt with I grabbed my skateboard and sprinted out the door and down the sidewalk. I made it to the school with two minutes to spare and mentally did a victory dance. I walked to my locker and saw Lissa and her posse next to it. Without even casting a glance in their direction, I shoved my skateboard in my locker along with my backpack and grabbed the books I needed for my first class.
"Hey, Max." I heard my best friend, Dylan, say behind me.
"Hey, Dyl," I smiled at him.
"I saw you were almost late again. What did Anne make you do this time?" He knew how much I hated Anne and how she was always making my life miserable.
"Clean up a huge mess in the kitchen. Which, might I add, she made." He chuckled.
"Well, I'll see you in class." I said and walked off to the torture chamber they call the classroom.
Maya POV
"Cut!" The director called. I got up from my seat on the ground and walked over to my chair. I grabbed a water and chugged it down. The photo shoot had just about worn me out. It was for my new upcoming movie. I had been lying on the ground posing for what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes.
"How's the modeling coming?" My friend Iggy said as he walked up and sat in the chair next to me, ignoring the name printed on the back.
"It's quite grueling actually." I stated and took another long sip of water.
"I can tell," he said.
"Hey. You try sitting on the ground posing for thirty minutes." I said. He put his hands up and smiled at me.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" My friend Fang said as he walked up to us and grabbed a water out of the bucket next to me.
"Nothing, just being bored with the superficialness I call my life." I said and gave him a dramatic sigh. He shook his head at me.
"You're a natural-born, actor. Ya know that?" Iggy said.
"I guess," I said and got up to throw my empty bottle away.
"Maya! To the set!" The director called and I sighed. I waved to Iggy and Fang and went back to the photo shoot.
Max POV
School had been horrible as usual. I rode my skateboard the long way to my work. Yes, I do know how to drive and yes, I do have a driver's license, but do you really think I could afford a car? No? That's what I thought. So here I was, stuck with my skateboard. I thought about what it would be like to be able to shoot lasers from my eyes. Oh, the joys. The diner that Anne owned came in to view and my fantasies of burning my math teacher to ashes disintegrated along with him. I grabbed my skateboard as I made it to the back entrance and slipped into the employee's only zone. In the bathroom I changed into my work uniform of a light blue, collared dress that went to about my knees, a white apron, white roller skates, and a nametag that said, "MAXIMUM". I think it said my full name just because Anne knew it would piss me off.
After shoving my regular clothes into my backpack I locked it into my employee locker and clocked in. I grabbed a pad and pen and started my shift. The first customer that came in was a couple around their mid-thirties. They smiled at me as I welcomed them and led them to a table. Okay, I won't be spitting in their food. I thought. The next few customers, however….. One little girl kept making faces at me when her parents weren't looking and when I glared at her she stuck her tongue out at me. Her Mac & Cheese was getting a…special ingredient. Another was an old lady who thought because I worked in a diner meant I had dropped out of high school due to a teen pregnancy or something. Her coffee wasn't going to have just sugar in it. I was just about ready to strangle someone when another customer walked in after the little girl and her family and the couple had left. I set the cup of coffee for the old lady down and went to greet the girl. She had on a scarf to cover her head and sunglasses. Peculiar fashion taste, but who am I to judge?
"Hello, welcome to Zippy's, where all service, smiles, and satisfaction comes quick." I said and put on a fake smile. She nodded and said a quiet, "One". I led her to a place a couple seats down from the old lady and went to get the woman her coffee. I turned slightly and spit in the cup before heading to the lady. She glared at me as I handed her the mug.
"'Bout time. I remember in my day you would've gotten fired for how long you took." She narrowed her eyes and I restrained myself from launching myself at her.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm quite sorry to hear that." I said with mock care. The girl a few seats down let out a quick laugh and I glanced at her. Her head was down facing her menu. I looked back at the lady and gave her a smile then went to take the girl's order.
"What can I get for you today? May I mention that our specials are the Running Roast Sandwich and Speedy Caesar Salad?" I said with a pen poised above my writing pad. She laughed slightly.
"You don't have to act like that around me." She said.
"Huh?" I asked, confused.
"You don't have to be so enthusiastic and chipper. I can tell you're not like that." I let out a breath.
"Thank, God," I said dramatically and slouched slightly. She laughed. The old lady gave us a look and finished her drink. She laid the cash on the table and stalked out of the diner. I skated over and huffed at the sight.
"What? No tip?" I complained loudly. Luckily, the only person in the restaurant was the girl. She laughed again.
"I wouldn't have tipped you either after seeing what you did to her coffee." She smirked at me. I looked at her and grinned.
"You saw that? Oops," I laughed, "She deserved it. Anyway, what can I get you?" I asked.
"I'll just take a burger," I wrote the order down and skated over to the window.
"Yo, Lenny? One burger!" I told the chef.
"You got it, Max!" He called back.
I poured some ice and coke into a glass and brought it over to the girl. She looked at the glass and shook her head. "I can't accept that."
"Yes, you can. I insist. It's on the house." She sighed and said a quiet, "Okay, thank you." before I set the glass down in front of her. She took a sip and then looked up at my face. Coke flew everywhere.
"Dude!" I said shielding myself from the spray.
"Come with me!" She said and grabbed my arm. She ran along the counter to the little doorway and dragged me into the bathroom. When she let go of my arm we were standing in front of the mirror.
"What?" I asked, beyond confused. She started to unwrap her scarf and long waves, the color of my own, started to fall down her back. She took off her big, black sunglasses to reveal chocolate eyes, slightly lighter than my own. My mouth dropped open.
"You look just like me!" I said and examined our two faces in the mirror. She had the same naturally tan skin that I had, rounded cheekbones, and naturally pink lips. She smiled at me and I smiled back. "That's so cool!" She chuckled.
"My name is Maya." She said and stuck out her hand. I took it and shook once while saying, "Maximum, but call me Max."
"Nice to meet you Max." She said and went to wrap her scarf back around her head.
"What's with the scarf?" I asked.
"Well…." She seemed hesitant to answer.
"It's okay; you don't have to tell me." I shook it off and she shook her head.
"No, with what I'm about to ask of you, you deserve to know." I looked at her with an eyebrow cocked.
"My name is Maya Batchelder. I'm an up and coming actress who's quite popular in the media nowadays." I waved at her signaling her to go on about what this had to do with me. She looked startled that I didn't flip out in her presence but continued. "I've been tired of being in the spotlight lately and I just had a crazy idea.….do you think maybe we could….switch lives?"
A/N Yup. It's one of those stories. I haven't actually seen a "Princess and the Pauper" fanfic so I thought it would be fun to write without having any biased opinions. You probably have seen a couple but I hope that this one is different. :) Did you enjoy the first chapter? Tell me in a review! If you aren't already, become a treasure by following me. :) Love you guys!
~TAGGWRITC (Kiara)