Max's POV
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. Argh. Stupid alarm clock. I stretched a hand out from my comforters and fumbled around in an attempt to shut it off. As my hand finally closed around the offending item, I breathed a sigh of despair. It was only two weeks until school holidays ended, and I hadn't really done anything to interesting.
To add insult to injury, today was going to be a horrible and very long day. First on the agenda was going to the mall with my friend Nudge and my sister Ella. Now, don't get me wrong, I love my friends and all, but Nudge in a shopping centre is something I have nightmares about. That, and her in a coffee shop. (A word to the wise, never give Nudge coffee. Ever.) After that long and hard event, we had to go and meet out new neighbours. After that, I had a bit of part-time work and a coffee shop. After all of that, we had to go to the new neighbours for dinner.
Oh, by the way, my name is Maximum Martinez Ride. Max for short. I'm 5'11 and have shoulder length dirty blond hair. I have a reputation of being tough, stubborn and sarcastic. But thats enough about me. As I snuggled deeper into my blankets, I started to think about what to do in the two weeks remaining of the holidays.
Before I could get too deep in my thoughts, I was interrupted from my musings about chocolate chip cookies by a loud and insistent knocking on the door. Wait. Why was I thinking about chocolate chip cookies?
Never mind. Anyway, I got out of my warm comfy bed and went to answer that stupid door. However, because I have such bad luck, even opening the door had some sort of a painful event. Right at the moment that I opened the door, the person on the other side (who was my mum) started to bang again. Now, I'm sure that you can figure out what happened after that, but for all you morons out there, here's what happened. Mum hit me on the jaw. Being as uncoordinated (I used a big word!) as I am, I stumbled backwards, tripped over my bin, spilling the contents all ever the floor, before running into my desk chair and falling on my but. I'm so graceful. (please note the sarcasm)
I looked up and started to glare at my mum, whose expression was frozen halfway between horror and amusement. "Mum!" I yelled. "Next time I misbehave, just tell me about it, don't punch me in the face!" She looked at me with a guilty expression on her face. "I'm sorry darling, but Nudge is waiting outside. Quite impatiently, might I add."
I looked down, now more annoyed than angry. I could never seem to stay mad at my mum. Still clutching my now quite bruised jaw, I started to make my way downstairs, to an event that would no doubt scar me for life. It was... Shopping. And I hadn't even had breakfast.
Hi Guys,
Sorry for the short chapter, I will try to make a longer one next time.
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I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does.
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