Hi Peoples! If anyone actually reads this story...Anyways. This is my first fanfiction, and it's not really mine. :O It's originally by VOLLEYROCKER! She's an amazing writer and I'm so happy I could continue her story with my own twist. Hope ya like.

Disclaimer: = MAX not mine.

Max P.O.V.

"Max…Maaaax…Max. Max. MAX!"

My little sister, Ella, kept her stream of my name up, apparently waiting for me to reply. Too bad for her, I'm in sleepy mode. Meaning: Max is cranky, stubborn, and will not be nice. So it's best not to touch her, talk to her, or even acknowledge her presence. Cause she'll ignore you. Or harm you. Either way works.

However, Ella didn't seem to be remembering this. She continued on for another minute before flat out pushing me off of my new bed.

"GAH! What the-? Ella, what is just sooo important for you to wake me up at THREE in the FREAKING morning? Is Justin Bieber dead? Did Voldemort come back to life? Is there cookies? Are you growing wings? (AN: couldn't stop myself ;D) WHAT!", I told her as venomously as a person can this groggy.

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At first Ella just stared at me incredously, like she was checking to see if I was serious. I arched an eyebrow at her, annoyed. Then she started cracking up. What is with her? What part of this is funny? I am tired!

"Max!", she gasped through giggles, "it's 8 in- the "freaking" morning-not 3! Look at-your face!"

I scowled at her. This wasn't nearly as funny as she was making it sound. You would think that she was being tortured by tickling monkeys or something.

Humph. Being woken up was so much worse today because NOT ONLY being a Monday, but it was my first day at a new school. Fun! I just can't wait!(that my dear friends is sarcasm)

I sprung to my feet, grumbling. Making Ella flinch, ha. I was too tired and too unhappy to get her back just yet. And stomped off to the restroom.

- -LINE BREAK- -

I stood staring into space, as Ella lectured me on my appearance. I really didn't get what the problem was. I was dressed in dark jeans and a graphic tee covered by a navy blue hoodie, and black converse. My blonde/brown hair was down, and still a little wet from the shower and curled a little at the ends, and I had no make-up. A very me outfit.

"…always gorgeous, like, not matter what, it's unfair, but you at least use it. I mean really Max. It's your first day of school, you should have at least-"

I cut Ella off saying, "A first day of school that we're going to be late to if you don't get your butt moving now."

"WHAT? Get in the car Max NOW! This is not good, first day of school and we're already going to be branded as trouble-makers. Well, that normally happens to you, but not me. GO, MAXIE, GO!"

"Ella, shut up." I deadpanned, and started my baby, AKA car.

- -LINE BREAK- -

The middle school and high school were on the same property, convenient. As we arrived I saw that most of the parking lot was covered in really expensive cars. Porsche. BMW. Mercedes. Ferrari. I didn't care though, I love my old beat up Chevy. I fixed it up in Colorado, it went insanely fast, and had an awesome blue paint job, with a sticker of wings on the back window. We found a parking spot and Ella and I went our separate ways.

I turned around, only to bump into a small, bright figure. I up to see a girl with, obviously fake fire red hair, and a really really short green dress on, with the word LICIOUS bedazzled on her chest. Paired with gigantic red stilettos, that clashed terribly with the dress and hair. I even knew that was a fashion tragedy.

"Watch where you're going FREAK! What is that your wearing? Ha. I can't tell if you're a dude or a chick. Ugh. Get out of my sight. I'm waiting for my boyfriend.", she told me snidely, and flicked her hair.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Do not strangle the red haired ho. Not on your first day of school. Who in their right mind would date her? Ugh. I don't even want to know.

"Are you too stupid to hear me? I said move." She tried to sound tough. Fail.

I just stood, glaring into her shallow green eyes, smirking.

It was hilarious, I could practically see the steam coming off her. Yet, she was shaking. I scared her out of her wits, by just glaring at her. Yeah, I'm that good. I take pride in my glare

"You know what you b-" the red-haired wonder was cut off by the sight of a guy. Scratch that, a really hot guy. He had a tan complexion, tousled black hair, and rich brown eyes that looked almost black. He was dressed in dark jeans, a black tee that showed his highly muscled, yet lean, body, black converse, and he had a black backpack slung around his shoulders. What was with him and black? He didn't seem emo though.

As soon as Lissa saw hot-emo-guy she immediately fixed her hair and dress. Then plastered a cheerful smile on her face and looked at me like we've been buds since birth. Bipolar much?

"Um. I thought you were, uh, someone else. Yeah. A really mean girl…she isn't you though. S-Sorry." Lissa told me with that fake smile on her face. It was a very good lie, except she winced on sorry, like it pained her to say so, and she was smiling like crazy as she said this. Hm. She must not want tall, dark and handsome over there to see her beaching out. Trying to impress him or something? I thought she had a boyfriend…?

"Yeah, I so believe that. I don't ever want to see your crazy, overly exposed arse talking to me like that again, or I'll tell tall dark and han-er- emo…all about your beach attack. Kay." I replied with as much cheery fakeness as I could. Two could play at that game. I swiveled around on my foot, and strutted off to the office to get my schedule. Not even bothering to look at her shocked face.

This was going to be an interesting year.

Sorry about the shortness. Next chapter will be longer! Promise!

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