There I was in my mom's car, heading to the state of Tennessee to start a new life. You're probably wondering why we had to move, right? My mom's job promoted her which meant relocating to a new state. So, we had to leave our comfy home in Alabama and head into the wilderness of Tennessee. Did I want to move? No, I did NOT want to move. But mom was just as upset as I was about moving so I didn't want to stress her out me introduce myself. My name is Maximum Martinez and I'm at a pretty nice height for a 15 year old girl. I have blonde hair with light brown highlights and I'm told my eyes are a pretty milky chocolate color that shine hazel in the sun. I also have a 13 year old sister named Ella. She's a little shorter than me and she has brown hair. My mom looks exactly like Ella, but taller. When we pulled up to our new house, I couldn't believe it. Mom hadn't told us anything about what our new home would be like. It was an enormous, yellow, two-story house with...Wait for it...Five bedrooms, two bathrooms, a dining and living room, a huge kitchen, a swimming pool, AND a hot tub. It was so much better then our old one! The movers had already done their job and moved all of our furniture and boxes into the house, and we spent the whole day unpacking and sorting out our new home. After about three hours of unpacking, I got hungry and yelled, "Mom, I'm hungry.""Okay, ask Ella if she's hungry and what she wants to eat," Mom yelled back. I'm not usually lazy, but after unpacking all day I didn't want to move, so I simply shouted as loud as I could in her general direction."Ella, are you hungry and if you are what you wanna eat?Mom sighed, "Max I've could have done that myself.""You know I love you right, Mom?" I wheedled sweetly, trying to evade her question like the suck-up that I am."Yes, yes. I do. Why do you think I haven't thrown you out yet?" Mom teased, walking to my door, Ella following close behind. "What was all the yelling about?" she asked."We were wondering if you were hungry or not," Mom said."Oh yeah, really hungry. Can we have pizza?" I don't know where she gets all her energy from, but she was practically jumping up and down with excitement while she said it. "Sure, I'll go to the nearest place I can find." Mom smiled, amused at Ella's excitement. "Be back in a bit.""Can we come with you?" I asked. "I don't trust this neighborhood yet." "Alright, but no fighting." "Okay," we chorused in unison, laughing at our accidental jinx. We got the pizza after finding a Cici's Pizza place only a few miles down the road. Then we went home, ate, and unpacked more next day we went school shopping for me and Ella. (Of course she went shopping for other girly stuff as well.) Our new school required a uniform: white and black pants with a collared shirt. Well it was a little better than my last one with dark pants and a white button ups."Max, do want more black or white pants?" Ella yelled to me."Black, duh. I get white dirty too easily," was my bored sounding reply. Ella nodded and, ignoring my anti-girly-stuff-nature, kept shopping. She stuffed three black and one white pair of pants and many different colors of collared shirts to wear into a bag and hurried me to the dressing room while I groaned and huffed, but not enough for her to leave me, 'cause I did not want to shop for myself. Even though I made her do the main part of it, guess what? It still sucked. A , that's how it went, me going back and forth from the dressing room to modeling and back again to try on the stuff Ella picked out for me. When we were ready to leave I realized that we'd just spent the whole day shopping and there was no time to do anything fun *sigh*. By the time we left for home, the car was filled with clothes and I was completely worn out. My mom looked at our clothes and nodded her agreement and I then went to bed. Well, at least that's over , it was time for me to begin the eleventh grade at our new school. It was a private school call Vixen. I was kind of excited to see how many people would be there and what kind of school it would be so I got up way too early that morning but was way to excited to go back to sleep. So still dazed with sleep and excitement, I stumbled around my room getting my stuff ready for school, finally after an hour of looking and stumbling I was ready. We had to get our school supplies that morning so mom drove us to school earlier than the rest of the students. I was kind of glad I didn't have to walk in the crowds and be stared at this early in the morning. When we arrived, Ella and I went our separate ways: Ella to the middle school office, me to the high school office. When I opened the door and stepped into the office I tripped. Over a tall, dark-haired person. I braced myself for the humiliating fall but instead was caught by a pair of strong arms. Ah… bad impressions already? Darn it.
He helped me to my feet, and did a very sorry apology. "Oh, sorry, 'bout standing in the door way.""It's okay," I cut in, blushing slightly, "It happens a lot." "Not a very good habit to pick up, is it?" he joked."It's not a good habit for you to stand in a door ways either now is it?" I shot seemed amused by my reaction, "Well, I guess you're right about that," Jerk."I'm new here, so to amend for tripping me, would you tell me your name?" "Well, I did catch you so why should I, if you haven't given me yours?" he said with smirk. He was definitely being difficult on purpose.I let out a sigh. "I'm Max."His smirk grew bigger and I was soon worried he would not give me his name back, but his smirk dropped a little and told me his name was Fang. That made me chuckle a little, 'cause well who has a name like that? He does, apparently."Well, it was nice meeting you Fang but I do have to get into the office." "Do you now?" Fang smirked. I could tell he was up to something."Yes, now please let me through." Irritation began seeping into my voice."Oh, look who's getting mad," he teased, the smirk still in place.I looked at my watch: 10 minutes till school started."Look. I have to get inside, so would you move. Aside. Right now," I growled, getting let out a chuckle moved aside. I huffed and went in. But for some weird reason, he followed me.
When I got to the desk, I was greeted by a secretary, "Oh, you must be Maximum. We're on a tight schedule. I'll just get your books and schedule, and Fang will tell you what you need to know. Won't you, Fang?"Fang gave me a look that said 'ha I know your real, full name and now you'll never know mine!' Not without leverage. Out loud he replied with a yes ma'am. The lady handed me a pile of text books and Fang and I left the first place he took me was my locker; mine was right next to his, strange. While I was putting my books away I asked, "Fang, what class do you have next?" He tone was mocking, "What, can't BEAR to part from me already? My charms sure work fast."I smacked him with my books. "Ow! Okay, okay. I have English. Jeez." he relented, rubbing his arm dramatically where I smacked him. I grinned mischievously and replied,"Poor you, you're still stuck with me. I have it too." He rolled his eyes and led the way to the English class. While we were walking down the hall I noticed a lot of girls watching Fang and giggling some even shot me glares for being so close to him. Looks like I wasn't the only one to notice Fang's good we got to the English class I was told to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Maximum but if you don't mind call me Max for short." I said attempting politeness. No need to create enemies on the first day. Mission accomplished so far..."Hello dear, I'm Mrs. Franklin, and Max is fine," Mrs. Franklin replied sweetly, "The only seat available is the one next to Fang's so you'll have to sit there. I hope you have a good first day and know that if you have any problems or questions you can always come to me for help." When the bell rang for us to go to second period I asked Fang if we could compare our schedules and to my surprise he complied without any smart remarks. And would you believe my luck, I had every class but fifth and eighth period with him. At least I'd know someone in my fourth was over, we headed to lunch to meet Fang's friends. I'd already met Iggy in third period. He was pretty cool but he could be really annoying with his practical jokes. When we got to the lunch room and sat down with our trays, Fang introduced me to Nudge, who was in the tenth grade and Gazzy, who was in ninth grade. I looked for Ella but I couldn't find her, maybe she had a different lunch schedule. They were really good people. Nudge, the nonstop talker was the funniest. I expected that I would hang with her the most, (except for Fang 'cause I had the most classes with him), 'cause she was the only girl. Gazzy was okay; he was always cracking lames jokes and Iggy kept encouraging him to come up with cooler and sillier jokes. Dynamic duo, anyone?Fang, however, was the one I liked the best. He was quiet and only talked when spoken to, commenting here and there when the conversation got boring. We were getting along pretty well, even though I was the new kid. Nudge and Iggy would laugh at Gazzy's jokes, Fang would just sigh or give a low chuckle every now and then and tell Nudge that she needed to talk about something they all liked, since we were the ones forced to listen to her nonstop talking.I was really glad to have met Iggy because it turned out that he was in my fifth and eighth period classes. Though as much as I liked Iggy, I much preferred my classes with Fang 'cause we shared one thing in common: we only talk if there are things to talk about.I noticed that girls still glared at me when I sat with Fang, but instead of scaring me off it made me feel special. When the bell rang at the end of eighth period I was exhausted. As soon as I got home I went to the couch and fell asleep.