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LITTLE MAX+ DYLAN BUT DON'T WORRY CAUSE I HATE MYLAN WANT TO KILL DYLAN AND I LOVE FAX!
Getting cheated on sucks. I have first hand experience. It's like getting front row tickets to see a movie that you don't even want to see. I'm Max Ride, not Maxine, just Max. Call me Maxine, and I'll break your face. Anyway, I'm 15, and just started high school, or what I call h-e-double hockey sticks. I'm not a nerd, but I'm not a prissy cheerleader either. My best friend's name is Ella Martinez, and I have two twin siblings, Gazzy and Angel. Well, Gazzy's real name is George, but we call him Gazzy. You'll find out why. I also had (notice the had) a boyfriend named Dylan. This is the dickhead that cheated on me. And this how he did it.
Me and Dylan have been going strong for 3 months. He asked me to go this party at the mall for all highschoolers, the kind of party where prissy cheerleaders tried to boss everyone around. It's kind of like a repeat of school so why bother. I told Dylan I'm bailing and babysitting Gazzy and Angel.
"K Max see you tomorrow" he said and pecked me on the cheek I waved while fingering the necklace he gave me on our second date. It was half a heart with 1 wing. He told me he had the other half. I never took it off.
I went home where Ella was already waiting. No she's not creepy or a stalker she has a spare key I've known her since she was a diva in diapers.
"Hey girlfriend," Ella said. Before I could ask why in the world she was here she continued without even pausing to take a breath. "We have got to get you a decent outfit for the party tonight.'
"No, you don't 'cause I'm not going" She looked at me as if I had 3 heads and started laughing. "What?" I asked
"You just told me you're not going to the biggest party of the year."
"Um…yeah cause I'm not. I have to baby-sit."
"Ok Max that's not a can bring them along. We always have Total's leash." If I didn't know Ella, I would think she was joking. But I've known Ella for a long time. And I know that she doesn't joke about these things.
"Are you crazy? We can't bring Gazzy and Angel on a leash."
"Why not? Is there a law that prevents us to do that?"
"Yeah, it's called child torture." Just then Angel and Gazzy walked in.
"We heard you guys talk," said Angel, "and we think we could just play in the arcade 'til the party's over."
I reply and say, "I don't know guys."
Ella says, "OMG Max even your little sister knows how important this party is."
"I guess it could work," I muttered. "You win."
Now we're looking through Ella's wardrobe. It is like looking through Aeropostale that girl has shopping issues.
"Ella why couldn't we have just looked through my wardrobe." I asked.
"Because your ideas of clothes are jeans and t-shirts"
"And hoodies," I added but after looking at Ella's expression I said "Never mind"
So I ended up wearing a strapless black dress that went up to my knees. And I wore this gunk on my face which Ella called make-up. Trust me, I put up a good fight, but when Ella threatened to tell my mom where I hide my chocolate chip cookies, I had to do things her way.
"See Max, it's not that bad."
"Yes it was. Wait it was worse."
"Don't be a party pooper."
"Whateve. Let's go."