Max Martines goes by another name: Max Ride, international superstar. But life as a superstar isn't always easy. For two years Max has travled around the world with only her mom as a friend. Now she's seventeen and in her senior year of high school and she wants to try a normal life. Max and her mom move to Navajo Arizona, a small town in the middle of no where, where they hope nobody will recognize Max. But going to school after two years can be hard. Max makes friends and enemies along the way. But when her secret is revealed will she be able to keep those friends? There will be FAX! Rated T because of language usage FAX later on.
Disclaimer: I don't own MR. However, if JP would like to will it to me, then by all means
Chapter 1
I stared at the mirror as I carefully tucked every last strand of blond hair under my chocolate brown wig. Not a single hair could be missed. Nobody could figure out the person masked by the wig. My radio clock blared in the background and I sang to the song, my voice hitting every last note.
(A/N: Orianthi: Shut Up and Kiss Me)
Cuz it's a love (love)-hate (hate) relationship Kick (kick), scream (scream) call it quits
You say you (you) can (can) handle it
But there's no way to stop this now
So shut up and kiss me
But your just so freakin' full of it
Cuz it's too late, to shut your mouth
Shut up and kiss me
"And that was the number one hit by worldwide superstar Max Ride, Shut Up and Kiss Me, on WJXZ Arizona Live at seven." The announcer droned on about Max Ride's tour being postponed until further notice.
"Max!" Mom called from downstairs. "Hurry up! It's time for school!"
School, the word sounds exciting shivers down my spine. I haven't been to an actual school in two years. Since I was fifteen when my singing career took off. Now I'm seventeen and, as the radio announcer put it, I was worldwide superstar Max Ride. Max Ride who everyone knew, so it was impossible to go to school. But not now. I had convinced Mom that I needed to be with kids my own age, not in homeschooling. I needed to settle down and lead a normal life.
She was cool with it. There was just one problem.
How do you lead a normal life when everyone who sees you only looks at the fame and money?
Enter wig. The wig allowed me to assume my 'normal person' persona. Maximum Martinez. That was my full name. Ride was my dad's last name; after he died I switched back to my Moms maiden name.
I grabbed my backpack full of brand new school supplies and thundered down the stairs.
"You look very nice Max." Mom smiled and handed me a bagel. I looked down at my outfit: a pink and purple layered tank top with a cut off jacket coming to my navel faded skinny jeans and converse. I felt my renaissance like earrings bump against my jaw as I nodded my head.
"Thanks Mom. None of my hairs showing is it?" I asked putting my hand up to where my brown hair laid neatly down my back in soft waves.
"Not a single blond hair, baby. You look fine. Don't worry." She smiled.
"I'm nervous," I admitted.
She surprised me by laughing.
"What?" I demanded. "Don't laugh at me."
"I'm sorry baby, but Maximum Martinez you perform in front of thousands of fans on a weekly basis but you're scared to go meet kids just like you. It's ironic, honey."
Well when she put it that way….I started laughing too. But I had to leave. I didn't want to be late. I said goodbye to my mom and slipped into the bright October sunlight.
The school, Navajo High School, was only a mile away from where I lived in a modest two story home in a uniform neighborhood. Nothing unusual about my home from the outside; it definitely didn't look like the home of a superstar. However, I had taken my time renovating the basement into a sound proof music room filled with all of my instruments.
The white sidewalks reflected the sunlight glaringly into my eyes. So much so that I didn't see the other group of kids until I was nearly level with them. There were five of them. Three boys and two girls. They looked about my age. One girl was clearly Hispanic, with brown hair and pretty brown eyes; the other had mocha skin and her hair curled down her back in delicate caramel colored tendrils…wait. Did I seriously just say that? That is so not Maximum Ride style. Anyway! They were each holding hands with tall blond guys. The Hispanic girl clutched hands with the boy with more of a reddish tint to his hair. Lastly there was a tall dark boy. His hair was black and hung slightly in his eyes, which were obsidian. His skin had a slight olive tone, and he wore all black down to the laces on his converse. He was also strikingly handsome.
Those obsidian eyes suddenly linked with mine. I realized I was staring at the group and quickly adverted my eyes, hurrying past them towards the school swarming with kids ahead of me.
Navajo High School was small, it consisted of one red brick building, two stories high, that housed a grand total of one thousand five hundred and sixty two (now three) students.
That didn't mean it was easy to navigate.
I braved the crowd and pushed my way into the building, only to pull up short, wondering which way to go for the office.
The hallways were lined with red lockers and banners hung everywhere saying "RATTLESNAKES TAKE A BITE OUT OF WESTON". The rattlesnakes were the mascot for Navajo High, I would take a fare guess that Weston was their first competitor for football season.
I started out down the main hallway looking at room numbers left and right. Shouldn't the office be in the front of the school?
After about my fourth wrong turn the hallways were emptying. I huffed in frustration twirling around, looking for somebody to ask for directions.
I didn't see anyone.
I closed my eyes and massaged my temples. I hadn't even gotten to my first class and already school was giving me a headache. I was starting to rethink wanting to come here.
"Need help?" a deep voice asked, directly behind me.
"Gah!" I gasped, jumping a foot in the air. I turned to see the same dark haired by I'd seen walking earlier, chuckling.
"I…but how….you were not just there." I said in a stubborn tone, glaring at him.
"I wasn't? News to me." He rolled his eyes. I was tempted to stick my tongue out at him but that would be such an immature first impression. Besides, I wouldn't make a fool out of myself for a boy. Geesh.
"Whatever. Where's the office?" I asked, casting a look around my surroundings.
"On the opposite side of the school." He smirked. "Your new here." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.
"You can guess that because I can't find the office? Maybe I just don't come to school enough to find out where it actually is." I proposed. He motioned for me to follow him as he started out down the hall in the direction I had come from.
"No. I haven't seen you before. Navajo is small. Everyone knows everyone." We made a left.
"Oh," I said slightly defeated. "Well, okay then." He smirked again.
Three more turns and we were standing in front of glass doors with 'OFFICE' written in red letters. Man, this school really liked red….I'm more of a blue girl myself.
The guy gestured for me to go in first. I did, the office was cooler than the hallways, and it had some classical music playing in the background.
A grey haired lady with a pink sweater and glasses was typing at a computer behind the desk. I cleared my throat but the lady didn't move.
"Excuse me," I said after a minute. She held up a finger in the universal 'wait' sign. I huffed in frustration. I heard the bell ring in the distance. Great. Late on my first day. Well, no different than my life before superstardom.
"How may I help you?" The lady finally asked. I'm going to call her Beaky, because her nose was seriously big and hooked.
"I'm new. I need my schedule."
"Name?" Beaky asked.
How many new students did this school get? "Maximum Martinez." I said quietly.
She huffed, as if wondering what my parents were thinking when they named me Maximum. Honestly, I thought they were giving me a completely badass name that I happened to love. But call me anything other than Max and your dead.
"Here," she handed me a paper clipped packet of paper. "Top page is your schedule. Have all your teachers sign the second sheet and bring it back at the final bell. Third sheet is a map. Have a nice day."
She went back to typing.
I looked at my schedule. First period was English with Mr. Carn. Now, where the hell was room 209?
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