AN: Ok, I disclaim everything in this story. I don't own it, it's characters and such are owned by James Patterson
"MAX!" My mom called from downstairs. "It's time to get up for school!"
With a groan, I rolled out of bed. It was Monday, new school, new town. See, my mom works as an environmental scientist, and she is always moving around, bringing me, my brother Iggy, and my sister Nudge along with her. I love my mom, but all this moving has let me only have one friend: Dylan. His dad moves wherever we move because he's my mom's working partner.
I think she likes him. I think as I evaluate my closet. After about...zero deliberation, I decide on wearing a black mini skirt, a black spaghetti strapped shirt with a thin black leather jacket over it, and-of course-my favorite black fedora with black hightop converses. My favorite outfit. I like to think of it as my 'new school, new town' outfit.
I walked downstairs to the kitchen, to find my little sister of twelve years old (I'm sixteen) sitting at the table eating a poptart.
"Oh, Max." Nudge sighed as she saw me, "That outfit would look so much cooler if you look like you believe it's cooler instead of looking like you picked it out because it was one of the few decent things you own that you've washed."
"Technically, that's true. I forgot to wash last night." I told her as I sat down, and got a poptart for myself.
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you have to look like it." she said, "No wonder Dylan is the only guy that talks to you." she muttered under her breath. I kicked her shin under the table, and got a grim satisfaction when she grimanced.
"Be nice." I told her just as my brother, Iggy who is 15, walked through the door.
"I am always nice." he said as he plopped into a chair.
"I was not talking to you." I said.
He started eating a poptart as well, and my mom, Dr. Martinez, walked through the door.
"Ok Max, I'm going to have to go in to the lab early so I'm going to have to ask you to pick up Dylan from down the street, and take everyone to their school. Please." she said as she came in, still brushing her hair.
"No problem mom." I said as I stood."Nudge," I said as I finally noticed her clothes, "How long did it take you to put that together?" I asked. She was dressed in a pink summer dress with a bow in her hair, positioned to perfectly, I think she took a protractor to it, with white flats that no matter how much mud she has to run through, I swear, they will still be perfectly white when we get back home.
She shrugged, "Not long actually, about two hours."
"Goodness Nudge," I said as I got my backpack and keys. I looked over at Iggy. All he was wearing was a white T-shirt and some jeans. At least he was semi-normal. "Come on guys, we still have to pick up Dylan, and drop Nudge off at school."
We walked out of the house to the garage. I love my car. It is the cutest black porche you will ever lay your eyes on. We got in the car, and drove to Dylan's house. Once we got there-he only lived a couple of blocks down the street-I honked the horn only about...a thousand times. It's safe to say I'm not that patient.
"I'm coming, I'm coming." Dylan said as he quickly ran down the sidewalk and to the car, trying to keep messenger bag from falling off of his shoulder. He hopped into the backseat since shotgun was already taken by Nudge, and we were on our way.
After I had dropped Nudge off, I drove about five blocks away from her school, then parked the car over to the side of the road. "Ok guys," I said as I turned around to glance back at them, "You know the drill. No flirting with every other girl that walks by Dylan, pick one. Iggy, no making stuff explode. I'm serious about this stuff." I told them 'severely', they never listen, but hey, a girl can try.
"Of course, Mother." Iggy said mockingly as he hopped into the front seat.
"Ha ha," I said as I drove to the high school, Tyler Prepatory, our school.
When I got there I parked. "Ok Ig, we'll get yor schedule first, then Dylan and I will go to our first class." I said.
"No way. I already have to get driven by you. I am so not going to let people see me walking into school to get my schedule with my sister. I'll just go to the freshman side by myself." he said.
"Fine, but don't get lost," I told him, "Like last time," I muttered under my breath. At the last school we went to, he got lost, and ended up at the high school (he was in eighth grade then) and got beat up by some seniors.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered as he got out of the car, and walked away.
"Ready for sophmore year?" Dylan said from behind me as he got out of the car.
"Yeah, yeah." I said in the name of Iggy as I got out of the car, and Dylan and I started walking towards the school.