Okay People. I'm new to fan fiction! Welcome me with warm arms…
My only problem? I'm mute which for any of you no brainers means I can't talk. I know sign language ( gotta love those bad words) but I prefer just writing my thoughts on paper and showing them to people.
BE NICE PEOPLE!
Okay here's the summary:
Max has had cancer since she was ten. (She's 16 now) Her friends dropped her once they found out and she stopped talking. When she goes to a new school will she make friends? Will a certain friend make her talk again?
Okay kinda cheesy but I hope you like it…
So without further ado,
Muted Candle
Ch. 1
Max P.O.V.
They say cancer doesn't change a person. The say cancer makes your stronger. They say being mute is cool. The say mute mean being the best person ever. They are DEAD wrong.
Hey, I'm Max. I'm a sixteen year old girl from Arizona and I'm mute and I have cancer. I have short dirty blonde hair that normally hides under a brown wig. I might be mute but I've got a big story to tell.
Hope you enjoy the ride.
THIS IS A LINE….
"Max! Get up don't wanna be late for your new school!" my mom shouted up the steps. See a few weeks ago my mom realized I was getting bullied at my old prep school and that I really wasn't fitting in. So she switched me over to one of the city's public school. Just great… (Sarcasm)
I rolled out of bed and hit the door with an old shoe, letting my mom know that I was awake. I took a quick shower and changed into black skinny jeans and an old green converse t-shirt. I walked into my small bathroom and pulled the wig out.
I looked at it for a minute and shook my head. I brushed through my short dirty blonde hair that ended just above my shoulders. From of the containers in my bathroom I pulled out a silver scarf that I got from a little girl at the hospital and put it around my head, moving it around tell it was perfect.
I walked out of my bathroom, through my bedroom door, and pounded down the steps. At the bottom I stuffed my feet into an old pair of black converse and grabbed my equally black bag.
I met my mom at the front door. She gave me a hug.
"Beautiful" she whispered into my ear and kissed my cheek. I rolled my eyes and stepped out of her arms. She pointed across the street.
"Just go in the big front doors and then take a right and there's the office" I nodded, waved bye, and walked out of the front door.
Walking down to the streets, I looked both ways so I wouldn't get squished like a bug. I walked through the quite parking lot into the building, passing a sign that said in bright red letters: Welcome to Wisteria High School!
I rolled my eyes and stepped into the hot school building and took a right like my mom said and stepped into an air conditioned office. I walked up to the nice looking secretary behind a big wood desk.
"Would you happen to be Maximum Ride?" she asked and I nodded with a smile. She grinned and daggered through the papers on her desk. She looked up at me and handed me two papers.
"This one's your schedule and the other one is a map of the school. I circled your locker." I nodded and in said thanks in sign language. She laughed and signed your welcome back.
I waved to her as I left the office and walked into the empty hallway, having heard the bell ring two minutes ago. I walked through the deserted hallways like a ghost, not making a sound at all. I looked down at my schedule and looked back at the room number. 120.
I sighed and pushed the door open, to find a room full of chatting kids and a teacher sitting behind his desk.
"Who are you?" he asked angrily from behind his desk and looked down at the papers in my hands. He rolled his eyes.
"So you're the new student, Maxine Ride" I shot him a look and signed my name is Maximum Ride, butt. He looked at me again and rolled his eyes and repeated what I did.
"What the heck does that mean" he asked rudely.
"She said her name is Maximum Ride" a guy's voice said from the back of the room. He chuckled.
"She also called you butt face" he added with a chuckle. The teacher growled as the class burst out laughing.
"Maximum just go sit by Nick" the kid in the back raised his hand and I moved to sit in the empty chair next to him. The guy in black next to me was writing on a piece of paper and then slid it over to me.
It's Fang
Was written in slanted writing.
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