Okay I do not own max ride….. If I did I would be publishing this not posting it on an internet web site… anyway enjoy the story.
Chp1
"Max," Fang said as he looked at me. I hate him! He's the reason we are in this mess. Look, all he had to do when Angel and Nudge asked if we could go to school was say no, but instead, he had to go and say 'ask Max, she makes the rules'. Which I do, but still, they came at me with the Bambi eyes. They know I can't resist them.
So here we are driving to the uniform store, to buy uniforms for the fancy private school Ella already attends. I had been sitting in the backseat; arms crossed over my chest, giving the back of Fang's head a death glare that should burn through the seat. Sadly it didn't. But a girl can dream. Finally, we pulled into the parking lot; Angel and Nudge were both about to wet their pants.
"Max!" Fang said again interrupting my train of thought.
"Yea Fang?" I asked as I finally realized that he had been calling my name for a while.
"You're doing it again." Was all he said to me but I got what he meant.
"Okay, got it Fang. Let's go. I think Nudge is about to combust." I said as I looked at Nudge then back at Fang who was smirking at me.
The uniforms turned out to be a navy plaid skirt, a white button up, a couple polo's all navy, a red sweater, and then a navy hoodie. I looked at the pile of clothes in my arms that Nudge and Angel had just handed me, all in my size. They showed me to the dressing room and practically shoved me into the stall. I changed into the clothes and walked out to look at myself in the mirror. My gaze first traveled to my face which had bags under the eyes because I had lost a little sleep over this whole school thing. I had no make-up on, as usual, and my hair was in a loose pony tail. I had tried a lot this morning as you can tell. My gaze continued to the shirt. I looked strange in a polo. Then I saw that my skirt, which by school standards, had to be no less than two inches above my knee, was a good inch almost inch and a half from that point. 'Great,' I thought 'They better have a longer skirt, or I'm suing.' Nudge and Angel give me the okay, with all the other stuff and tell me to go talk to the lady at the front desk about my skirt. I walk up to her desk and look at her. She has to be a mom,' I think to myself.
"I'm sorry, but do you have any longer skirts or maybe some extra material?" I ask a nicely as I can muster. She looked at my skirt then looked me up and down.
"Sorry, and all the material was used this year." She said in the snottiest voice I have ever heard, and that includes Miss Red Hair Wonder. 'Great' I think as I walk away, 'I'll be called a slut two minutes into the day. High schoolhere comes Max.'