Hi, my name is Max, its short for Mackenzie. I don't like either but I rather be called Max. Mackenzie means "Son of a leader" and I'm a girl… Anyway, please enjoy this story!

It was a normal, muggy day in Eversville. I opened my eyes slowly to the sun beaming through the worn down holes on the drapes. I stretched like I wasn't going to get up, but sleep tricked me. For it was Monday.

I suddenly sprung out of bed and grabbed my uniform. I was so prompt to get dressed that I tripped a few times. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a piece of bread out of the toaster, put some jelly on it and left for school.

I'm one of the few kids who doesn't take the bus to school. I'm the only kid who cares enough to make it in time. Therefore, I run every morning. I thought I had the energy, but sleep had tricked me a second time. I could barely even look where I was going.

I was so drowsy, and to make it worse I was going down hill. I was running so fast my eyes were developing tears. Just when I thought this terrible speed was never going to end, it stopped.

I had tripped on a rock. "How cliché!" I thought to myself as I felt my body falling. It felt nice, too nice. It seemed like falling went on longer than the running did. It felt like a dream.

Little did I know, it was. I woke up in the arms of a stranger. A cute stranger.

Again, I thought this was a very strong déjà vu. "Am I in a freaking book or something?" I said, aloud without noticing. I rolled off of the gentle arms that were carrying me. "W-what time is it?" I said in harsh tone. "You know what, never mind, don't answer that question. See Ya!"

I ran off without even asking his name. "How rude of me! I could have at least said thank you! If it weren't for him I probably would've been road kill!"

I got to class as fast as I could. Unfortunately, it was already second period. Of course, I didn't figure it out until I burst into the room breathing heavily. "Tsk tsk. Mackenzie, you're interrupting our class for what reason?" Mr. Seff said solemnly.

"I…Got…Here… Late… Sorry…Hah…" I said, trying to catch my breath.

Mr. Seff frowned and pointed to a seat in the back of the room. I took one last deep breath, walked over, and sat down. "That jerk stranger, jerk rock, jerk teacher, UGH!

After class, I tried to leave the room but Mr. Seff held me back. I sighed and turned around. "Mackenzie, this is the first time I a long time that you've been tardy, and last time you had a good reason. What's wrong?"

I looked down. Then looked back up with a fake smile. "Nothing's wrong, sorry for being tardy!"

I then ran out the door. I put my head inside my locker. "Max, what's wrong? You usually don't put your head in your locker, is it stuck? Here, I'll help you!"

Jewel, my best friend, started tugging on my hair. "J-Jewel! I'm glad you want to help but I'm fine!"

I pulled my head out from my locker and looked at her. "Hmmm… I know what's wrong! You're having a bad hair day! Here, come with me!"

Before I could inform her that I was fine, she dragged me into the girl's bathroom. She made me stand straight then put her right hand on her left elbow and her left hand on her chin. "What? Is there something on my face?"

Jewel smiled, opened the bag that she was carrying, and took out a bobby-pin, a few hair ties, and scissors. I never gave a brief discription of me but I have long brown hair, brown eyes, not too skinny, nor fat, not that flat-chested (but I never brag, just most main characters always have a flat chest… I mean, I'm not in a book!)and tall for my age. Oh and I'm in 8th grade

Jewel started snipping the hair covering my face. "Please, if your going to make bangs, don't make them above the eyes" Jewel laughed. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna embarrass you"

She stopped snipping when the bangs hit the middle of my eyes. She then got out a comb and pushed a big bunch of hair to side, along with the bangs.

"Hey! I liked it going to that side!" I said, worried about my new appearance.

Jewel ignored me. She put my hair up in a side ponytail just below my right ear, and then she put a few bobby-pins under it to hold shape. "Thanks… I guess I needed a makeover" I said, smiling into the mirror.

Jewel then spun me around and started putting makeup on me. I had my eyes closed for about 5 minutes. Right before her last stroke of something on my left eye, the school bell rang.

It rings twice, one 5 minutes before class and the other means if you're not in class by the time it rings, you're late.

We got to class in time, and everyone in the room was looking at me. I heard a few of the murmurs in the room. "Is she wearing makeup? She should wear it more often" or "Wow…. Was she always that pretty?"

I blushed and sat down. A short time after that the teacher came in. Her name was Ms. Feela but she wanted us to call her Sandra. I think she was the youngest teacher at the time.

"Max, why don't you pass out the social studies books" She said in a giddy tone.

I got up and picked up all of them at once. One boy who never talked to me got up and took half of them from my arms. "Need help?"

I felt flustered. "Y-yea… Thanks"

When I got to Sandra her face showed awe. "Well, don't you look darling today" I smiled. "Yea, Jewel was kind enough to fix me up a little.

I then looked at Jewel and she was giving my a thumbs up. I sighed and sat back down. The rest of the day was normal. After school Jewel was asking me if I wanted to go to her house for an hour or so.

"Sorry Jewel, I can't, I didn't finish the worksheet for the test on history tomorrow so I wanna go home and study"

Jewel probably had something to say but she had to get on the bus before it took off. We said our fake, sad farewells like we always do and I got going.

On my way home I found the rock that I tripped on. I picked it up. "UGH!" I through it as far as I could with my eyes closed. "Ouch"

I opened my eyes to the same boy whom was carrying me this morning. "Oh my gosh did I hit you? I'm so sorry, did it leave a mark? Ga! I'm so stupid!"

He starting laughing, and wouldn't stop. "Wha-whats so funny?"

He wiped his eyes like there were tears but there wasn't.

"I was just joking. Your throws are probably so off, you could hit me if I was right next to you!"

I got frustrated, didn't want to deal with him, so I walked off. He seemed surprised at my actions. He yanked my jacket.

"I didn't mean it like that, sorry"

"Didn't mean it like that? What other way could you mean other than insulting? Now let go of me!"

I smacked his hand and walked off. As soon as I got home I started studying.

His words kept repeating themselves in my head. I blushed remembering his face when he said sorry. "Ugh… How am I ever gonna get this done!"