Hi! This is my first story ever, so tell me what you think! I ' m not sure where I am going with this, so just bear with me. If you want to just get to the story, scroll to the end of this A/N. Otherwise, this is a little bit about me.

-I am a major book worm

-I LOVE to sing, but SongFics kind of annoy me, as they take up the whole page

-Fang is my all time FAVORITE character in any book. And Max.

Thanks!

- Max POV

Beep. Beep. Beep.

You know what I hate about mornings? The deep, discordant sound that fills my head and calls me to consciousness. Also known as? My alarm clock.

I resentfully rolled over in bed and tried to block out the bane of my existence. It didn't work out to well, and I knew that if I let it ring for too much longer my sister would barge into my room and threaten to destroy my limited edition, signed copy of Audrey, Wait!

I stretched out my thin arm and unplugged the clock. I sat up in bed and tried to assess the state of my room, which I had been putting off cleaning for the past week. I ' ll deal with it later, I told myself, ever the procrastinator. I awkwardly slid out of bed and stretched. I took a quick shower and selected a black t shirt promoting Avenue Q, along with a pair of skinny jeans.

"Max," my sister called, "Did you take my silver ballet flats?" As a matter of fact, I was wearing them, but I wasn't about to tell her that.

" Nope! Sorry, El. " I heard a disgruntled sigh and some muttering, but decided to ignore it.

I ran down the stairs and slipped out the front door, with a power bar in hand. I sprinted down the block to Nudge's house so I didn't have to take the bus. What can I say? It pays to have a best friend with a car.

I rang her doorbell, and her mom answered. Nudge's mom has straight black hair and kind turquoise eyes, set back against her dark, chocolate skin. " Morning, Max, " she said by way of greeting. " She is just finishing up her hair. " She gave a slight eye roll and shook her head. I understood where she was coming from Nudge had thick, caramel hair with natural highlights, but for the life of her it wouldn ' t lay flat.

"Can I go try and help her?" I asked, but we both knew it was a lost cause. She smiled and nodded, and opened the door to their old style Victorian wider so I could get in. I found Nudge on the verge of tears, sitting on the toilet seat, trying to work a comb through her hair.

"Hey Max," she said, looking troubled. Unlike the sane half of the world, this kind of thing would be the end of the world to her.

"Nudge, do you really want to be late on the first day of high school?" I asked her. She looked at the clock in her extravagant bathroom and stood up so fast she made the straightener on the ledge of the sink fall over and burn her toe. She let out a yelp and started bouncing on one foot. I let out a chuckle at her expense and unplugged it.

"C'mon, let's go, " I said. We walked out of her house, said goodbye to her mom, and hopped in her car. The ride to high school was silent, me in excitement and pain for Nudge. We pulled up to the large brick building that would hold us all year, and just stared for a second.

"Alright," I said, "Let's do this."

I know it ' s been done so many times, but I love High School fanfics : ) I know it ' s short, but I don ' t have much time. More later if someone reviews!Thanks! ~CrucialDetails