Beep,Beep,Beep. Uhhhhh. What is that incessant noise? I roll over. My alarm clock, right. I sit up and look at the calendar, September 8th. First day at A.Y Jackson High.

Hi, I'm Maximum Martinez. I just moved here to Toronto, ahem, last week actually. To live with my mom and the rest of my family for a while. You see, my parents, Mom and Jeb split up seven years ago, ever since then, I've lived with Jeb, and my youngest brother, Ari.

I was just rolling over to go back to sleep, when, my door was bashed open. "Hiya Max!" It was Angelique, my youngest sister. "Mornin' Angel" Angel is a beautiful child, she has long, blonde curls and sea blue eyes, she looks, well she looks angelic. "Iggy said that breakfast will be ready in ten." Iggy is my twin brother, he is an amazing chef, better then me. But that isn't saying anything. "'Kay, I'll be down in a few." She smiled, and left the room. I shut the door after her, and threw on a tank top and some sweats, before heading downstairs for breakfast.

In the kitchen, I met Iggy, at the stove making eggs. "Hey Ig, thanks for making breakfast." He turned around "No problem Max. I wanted to make your first day special." Awwwww, that was sweet. "Plus," he added. "I couldn't let you cook, we'd all starve." I glared at him.

As I walked into the dining room with my plate I was greeted by the rest of my siblings, Jon, or Gazzy to the rest of us, Ella my oldest sister, and Angel "Morning guys." I said. "Max, Mom already left, she said to tell you to have a good day." My mom is a vet so she works pretty regular hours.

We all walked to school, later after breakfast. First we dropped Angel, Gazzy off at the primary school. Then we older children departed for Highschool.

We stood out side the front doors for a while, just chillin' when I decided that it would probably be a good idea to get my locker number and stuff before the bell rang. I told Iggy this and he agreed. So I went to find the office.

I found the office alright, but I had to wait for the secretary to notice me. When she did I spoke "Hi I'm uh, Maximum Martinez. I'm in 9th Grade." She looked up. "Oh sure, let's see… can you spell Martinez?" Weird question, "Well yeah, it's my name." She frowned "Oh um, M-A-R-T-I-N-E-Z. Martinez, just like it sounds." She looked through some folders, and handed me an envelope. "In here are your schedule, your map, and your locker number and combination." "Thanks." I said as she continued typing.