Okay, I might not catch all the mistakes because I'm typing this on Doc Manager instead of word. Okay, here goes.
Fang POV
"What? So Max Ride is trying out for music?" I asked Lissa. Lissa was one of the school's most popular girls. Moreover, she was easy to get. I like playing girls. So what? I'm just that kind of guy. She also knew who we were going up against to get into the music class. Beating Max Ride wasn't going to be much of a challenge. My fraternal twin is her best friend and I've asked if she has talent. He says he's never asked her or that she never told him about any kind of talent, musical or theatrical. She probably doesn't.
"Yep," Lissa said snidely, "We have practically no competition."
"You got that right."
Max Ride is the school's loner. She only has one friend, my brother. She's also a klutz, a nerd and to my knowledge, talentless. As Lissa and I walked to class I saw Max.
"Hey klutzilla!" I called. I don't feel bad for making fun of her. She would be just as easy to get as any other girl. She ignored me until I shoved her into her locker, causing her to drop her stuff.
"Just leave me alone," she said, "Or are you gorillas?"
"What?" Lissa asked in her 'intimidating' voice. It wasn't that intimidating but oh well.
"I'm not surprised that you have the intelligence of a house fly. You seem stupid." Max said. I flexed my biceps to make her afraid to mess with my girlfriend. She didn't seem bothered.
"I'M NOT STUPID!" Lissa shrieked.
"Well you could have fooled me. I mean, who would wear that much make-up?"
"I would! In fact, all popular girls wear make-up. I doubt you do though."
"I wear Chap-Stick. Or is that above you?"
"Chap-Stick is for losers," Lissa said.
"That's why it's above you. Because too much make-up is for imbeciles."
"I'm not an imbecile," Lissa said. She stormed off. I'll give Max this, she's quick. She can come up with a retort on the spot. I walked the rest of the way to try-outs. Lissa and I had sweaty palms. I looked at Max. She and Iggy were talking. She didn't seem nervous.
"Max," Iggy whispered, "I've never heard you play an instrument or sing. I'm not sure about this."
"Trust me Iggy. I've been playing piano and guitar since I taught myself when I was five. I'll be fine."
As people were called back for their private auditions I saw that Max was reading. She was called and then I went up. I just played guitar for them. The rosters would be out tomorrow.
Time Skip: The Next Day
I looked at the rosters. I scrolled down to Ringer. Yeah, my last name's Ringer. I passed over the name Ride, Max when I was looking for my name. I looked back up and saw that she and Lissa were both in the class. At least Lissa was there. I was starting to like her. I was surprised that Max was in the music class. I walked to the music classroom. She was sitting in the back corner drawing or writing or something. There were my friends Ella, Nudge, J.J and Angel (Everyone in the Flock is the same age. Sorry I forgot to tell you).
"Hey guys," I said. I had played them all but they were still friends with me. It was kind of strange though. They didn't like me but they were still my friends. Almost like they were biding their time for revenge.
"Hey Fang."
"Class," Mrs. Medria said, "I will be splitting you up into five bands. There are twenty-five of you so you have just enough. You will each stay after school to work on five songs that you will present at the annual school music festival. The whole school will be there and you will ALL be required to perform."
Max, Ella, Angel, Nudge and J.J. were all in a band together. I was with Iggy, Lissa, Sam and some guy named Dylan. Dylan was constantly staring at Max. The guy seriously needed a new hobby. It was stalkerish.
We had Fridays after school and Max's group had Thursday. There was another girl group that had Wednesdays and then the other groups were "boy-bands" they obviously had Monday and Tuesday.
Max POV
The only reason I'm in this class was because Ari wanted me to join it. He always listened to my music. He was my little brother. He was only half my size and was seven. He was dying in the hospital because of cancer. I want to major in Science and try to find a cure for cancer. He doesn't have a very high chance of survival. He wanted me to join the music class. He said that if he was still alive for the Music Festival he would come and watch me. I used to pick him up but I can't now. Him being shorter than me he would always stand on his toes and kiss my shoulder before bed. Mom worked the night shift a lot. Dad left years ago so I had school, the work, then homework, then I had bed. I always made sure to stop at the hospital and visit Ari every day though. I hate hospitals but the little guy means so much to me.
I walked out of the school. I didn't have a car so I always walked to the hospital then work. Work starts at four thirty but my boss loves Ari so when I come in fifteen minutes late she's cool about it. I walked into the hospital. Fang was there with Lissa. Lissa's mom was really nice, she was Ari's nurse. She didn't approve of Lissa but she still loved her because they were related.
"Hi Mrs. Thompson," I said when I passed her on my way into Ari's room. Lissa walked up when she saw me talking to her mom.
"What is SHE doing here?" she asked.
"Her brother's here Lissa," Mrs. Thompson answered. She knew that Ari was a touchy subject with me.
"Why? Did he try and kill himself?"
"No. He wouldn't be here if he didn't have to be," I said. I walked into Ari's room to avoid her.
"Hey buddy," I said as I walked in. He had a room to himself. I was happy for him. He didn't really socialize well. We both lacked skills in that department.
"Hey Max!" his face instantly brightened when I came in.
"How you feeling?"
"I feel a little better." his voice was raspy but still sounded somewhat like the seven year old he was before the cancer had struck.
"That's good. How's Mrs. Thompson treating you?"
"Really good. She's so nice. She stopped at the library today just to pick up a book for me to read!"
"I'm glad," I said, "I made it into music!"
"That's great. Now I know I'll get better!" he said.
"Why's that?"
"Because I have to make it to the Music Festival. I want to see you perform!"
"Well you get some rest," I said, reluctant to leave, "I have to go to work."
"Bye Max."
"Bye Ari."
As I walked into work I saw Fang. No surprise there. He always comes here after school and hanging out with his friends and Lissa.
Fang POV
I waited for Lissa to be done talking to her mom about how Max was so stupid and all. I heard Max talking to her brother. I could only catch bits of the conversation. I heard her brother say he would come to the Music Festival and that he would get better. Lissa was done so I dropped her off at Bridgit's place. They always hang out after she hangs out with me. I went to Grace's Diner. The shifts change every half hour so I expected to watch Max get fired when she walked in fifteen minutes late.
"Hey Grace," she said, "Sorry I'm late. I was visiting Ari."
"Oh," Grace said, her voice full of sympathy, "How is the little guy?"
"He says he's feeling better."
"That's good."
"I just hope it can last. I don't know what I'd do without him."
"Tell him to get better soon."
"I will." Max smiled. Whatever was wrong with her brother must be serious because I've heard that Grace will fire you if you don't have a good excuse for being late.
When Max walked over to see if I needed anything I decided to ask her about her brother, "Hey Max, what's wrong with your brother?"
Instead of leaning over the counter and whispering and being flirtatious, like any other girl at school, she just tensed up.
"I don't want to talk about it. It's not something I tell strangers. Or aqquaintences for that matter," she said.
"Okay," I said, "It's clearly a touchy subject. I just heard you talking to Grace and it sounded like he could die soon or something."
She seemed like she was trying to control herself. "You know what, you should mind your own business," she said. Then she walked away.
She finished her shift and walked home. I followed her on foot.
"Hey," I said.
"Stalker much?"
"Just wondering why you were so upset."
"I'm not falling for your tricks. I will tell you this. The little seven year old that means the world is dieing in the hospital and I worry every day that I will go there and he'll be dead. I always worry I'll be to late. When you have that kind of pain maybe I'll let you into my world, but until you know how I feel, stay away."
"Fine," I said. I wasn't going to pressure her into telling me or anything.
She walked inside and I walked back to my car.
Max POV
Time Skip: Thursday at band practice.
"We should each write a song for someone we care about or someone who's hurt us," Ella said.
"Is this a revenge scheme?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said, "We want to get back at Fang."
"Well, I already have a song written for you. I've heard so many stories about Fang. I have a couple for girls who want revenge."
"Let's hear one of them," Ella said while eyeing me skeptically. I had brought my guitar today.
I started playing Jar of Hearts (This song DOES NOT belong to me. Neither does Maximum Ride for that matter).
They looked at me in awe.
"What?" I asked.
"I didn't know you had that much talent," the Nudge girl said, "You're like a proffesional! How long do you practice? I'm not that good and I practice for two hours a day! How long have you been playing? I've been playing since I was nine."
"I've been playing since I was five. I also play piano. I don't practice much. It kind of comes naturally," I said.
"Wow, you must be, like, a prodigy!"
"I guess you could say that." I was flattered. I didn't like showing flattery and such thought so I kept that to myself.
We brainstormed some song ideas for their revenge on Fang.
"What are you going to write about Max?" Ella asked.
"I'm writing a song for my little brother."
"Why?"
"He's dieing of cancer. Please don't tell anyone. I don't want peoples pity."
"I won't." she seemed sincere. I hoped she would keep her promise.
Fang's group
"Okay Fangy," Lissa said, "How about you play lead guitar. I can sing, Dylan can play rhythms and Sam can play bass!"
"What about me?" Iggy asked.
"What can a blind kid do?" Lissa asked. That ticked me off. Iggy was my brother so I still stuck up for him.
"He can play keyboard pretty well."
"Fine."
We started out and only got one song done. I heard that Max's group had their entire act ready. We clearly wouldn't do as well as them.
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