Hey . . . So i have to say sorry. To all my readers who was looking forward to the end of this Fanfic. But then you find out that I just am starting over. But i promise that i have ALL the chapters already writen and ready to be posted. So if you want, just stay with me please :)
RE-POST OF SWEEP AWAY LOVE. (With less spelling erors, and less profantiy.)
"I don't want to go!" I screamed, throwing a book across the room.
"Max, I already signed you up, not to mention paid for the whole trip."
I cut her off before she could finish. "Does it LOOK like I give a flipping fly?"
I hissed, and sent another random object flying. I was hoping it would hit her in the face, (Oh what a darling daughter I am.) but it just whipped passed mother dearest and landed on top of my dresser.
Glass shattered, followed by the sound of running water. My mom turned around to find a broken coffee mug surrounded by yellow liquid.
"What's with all the screaming…? What the hell Max?" Ella gasped coming into the room. She looked at the glass in horror.
"Why is that yellow?" She murmured, pointing to the yellow substance. "Oh. My. God! Tell me it's not! Please dear lord tell me it's not . . ."
I couldn't help but crack up. God, Ella is a complete idiot. Once I finally gained control of myself, I stared at my sister smirking
"Wow Ells, You didn't know that I piss in coffee cups, and then spoon it out in your coffee every morning?" I asked with sarcastically.
But of course, since we're talking about Ella here, she didn't take this as a joke. And then SUPRISE, she started throwing a major fit…
Mumbling something that sounded like, "Oh my god. That's disgusting! I'm going to kill blah blah blah! I'm never drinking soda again! My name is Ella and I'm a pathetic retard."
Uh . . . yeah, or something along those lines.
Ok, I know that I'm expected to love my sister... and I do to some extent. However, I get pretty damn tired and just plain annoyed, when she tries to 'include me' or 'hook me up'. Whatever the hell that means. I try to look scary and tough; it tells people not to mess with me. And HEY it works,it also explains why I have jack squat when it comes to friends.
So in this scenario, I didn't feel any sympathy for my sister, call me a horrible person. Then watch me not care.
I was holding my sides, rolling around on my queen size dark purple bed. Laughing my ass off, that I almost forgot about the situation I was in. when I looked up and saw my mom standing there, horid written all over her tired face.
"What? I can't have a little fun with my sister?" I asked scowling.
"That was inappropriate and very unnecessary!" My mom hissed.
"Yeah, that's how I always act when I'm JOKEING!" I said rolling my eyes. My family has absolutely NO sense of humor…. My Mom just walked over to my dresser and began cleaning up my mess.
"What in the world is this anyway?"
"Apple juice, genius"
"Oh."
"Uh…What did you think it was?"
"It doesn't matter, just shut up and start packing."
Oh jeez, here we go again. Why can't she understand that IM NOT GOING?
"Wait? Whata whata whata?" I asked in mock confusion.
Mom sighed and looked up at the ceiling. Just to amuse her, I looked up there too, but I didn't see anything.
"You." She said pointing at moi. "Maximum Ride. Are going to sleep away camp for 3 weeks."
Ok, why am I even arguing? I mean, once my Mom's mind is molded, there's no way in hell you're going to change it. So… I am now going from demanding Max, to a pouty puppy asky Ashley.
"But why….!"
"Because I'm sick and tired of picking up from jail!" *Sigh*… my Mom is sooooo dramatic.
"You mean the principal's office?" I corrected, pushing my long dirty blond hair away from my face.
"One thing leads to the other." She hissed. "Oh! And it will be a great opportunity to make friends."
Ew. I don't need any friends. I'm perfectly fine on my own. I'm I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T! "I have plenty of friends!" I murmured rolling my eyes.
"Max. Your goldfish is not considered…."
"Leave Bubbles alone! He didn't do anything to you!"
Haha, ahhhh Bubbles. My one and only friend, pssht we go way back let me tell you. All the way up until I forgot to feed him last weekend. So, I'm sad to say, the little guy is no longer with us . . . but shhhhhhhh, my mom doesn't know yet.
"Max. It's either this… or boot camp. Pick one."
I groaned, which was followed by a scowl. "FINE! JUST GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
She nodded, and then turned to leave. Still grumbling, I threw another book, and stomped off into my walk-in closet to retrieve my suitcase. I tossed my blood red luggage over my head, and slammed it on my bed.
Walking into my bathroom, I grabbed my toiletries, and shoved them all in a brand new, very oversized make-up bag. Haha! I finally actually get to use that thing. I don't where any make-up, so I don't know why Ella got me a jumbo sized 'backpack' for my 16th birthday last month.
Such a waste of money! I mean HELLO! You could have gotten me a crappy pickup truck and I would have been ecstatic! Hey, I may sound extremely selfish, and like a total spoiled brat. But I'm not going to lie, my Mom could wipe her ass with 50 dollar bills if she wanted to... And she spoils Ella and I like we're Jesus.
(It's just I would never dare to take one step into a mall with my family. Because, Ella+ Mall+ Mom+ Lots of money= hours and hours of pure torture, so Ella picks out my clothes. And you know how that works out…)
Still grumbling, I staggered back into my room and started packing my clothing. Underclothes, basketball shorts, plain tank tops, t-shirts, and socks. Basically the stuff I'm always wearing unless I'm running around naked. I was packing my hairbrush when Ella came in.
"Hey." She said, shifting her weight awkwardly.
"Hiya." I answered dully.
"Do you need any help?"
"Nope."
My sister stared at the clothes that where in my suitcase and totally freaked out. "Seriously Max. Are you really bringing those?" She pointed at my basketball shorts, and scrunched up her nose. "To camp?"
"Yep." I replied popping the p.
"Take them out, let me pack for you."
"No Ells, its fine really."
"No! It's not fine. You dress like a- you dress like… Max!"
Wow. She's sharp aint she? "And? Ella its camp, not a fashion show."
"So? I think that you should always pack prepared, to look your best. At and under any circumstances." She huffed, while digging into my closet and pulled out a green off the shoulder mini shirt.
And when I say mini, I mean mini. The dammed thing could have shown my belly button. Which of course Ella forced me to get pierced. (Long story, too lazy to be told now.)
Now I try to hide my stomach as much as possible, wearing one piece bathing suites when I go swimming for example.
"Here Put this on." She told me throwing the shirt my way.
I sighed; I really didn't want to argue. I had enough of my fill tonight, and just to add to the pleasure, I was in a pissy mood.
"Ok fine, I'll try on the damn shirt, but there is no freaking way in packing any of the clothes on that side of the closet."
I said pointing to the side Ella was standing on, the side of the closet where I put all the clothes her and my Mom buy me. That specific side is FORBIDEN, and it will and always will be.
Until of course the day I die, I actually have my will all planed out, and all those forbidden clothes are being burned to the deepest pit of hell where they belong…
I started taking off my sweater and slipped on the mini shirt. Standing up straighter so I could look at myself in the mirror, Ella let out a squeal. "Oh my gawd Max! You look sooooo HOT! You just have to pack it!"
"Yeah and why don't I just pack some high heels as well?" I asked Ella sarcastically. Her eyes went wide. She obviously doesn't understand sarcasm at all…
"That would be incredible!" Giggling, Ella chucked at least five pairs of heels into my suitcase. Then she quickly jerked up and spun around to look at me, looking excited. Maybe it's because she thinks her slightly older sister had a change of heart and is now the girly girl she had always wanted her to be.
"I'm going to let you borrow my make-up for the camping trip. And then when you get back, we'll go get you some of your own."
That was the wakeup call, Ella's fun was over. "Ells. I hate to break it to you. But I was joking." Like always…. "There is no way in hell I'm going to pack all this crap. Like I said, this is camping were talking about."
Ella's mouth fell slightly open, and then she quickly closed it.
"Fine then." My sister hissed walking out the door. "Look like a hobo on your camping trip. Let people make fun of you. And don't expect sympathy from me!"
She slammed my door. Hard.
God. Just like my mom, Ella's a major drama queen. She always care's about what other people think about her. It runs in the family I guess. So know one knows where I came from.
I flopped back on my bed, and wrapped myself up in the thick blankets. Ignoring my Mom calling me to dinner. I didn't want to eat; I just wanted to think for a moment. Because I really don't want to leave home (no matter how horrible it is) and spend 3 weeks with a group of today's crazy teenagers.
I changed a few things . . . I hope I did a better job. And im sorry for the spelling mistakes. I have to find a beta soon. Anyone Interested . . .?
I Will update soon. If you guys want me too . . . TILL NEXT TIME!