Dear Readers

This is my first story that I've done, I'm not good at English and writing stories but I love reading fanfiction and romance story (like the fault in our stars) and some of the stories I like from XxWolfMan95Xx and much more.

I hope you enjoy this story and plz writes reviews if you like this story

And who LET'S BEGIN!

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP" I hear my alarm clock doing that annoying sound that I hate in the mornings, I groaned against my pillow that was lying on the side of my face, and reached my arm over my bedside table to reach for my alarm clock.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP"

When my hand was searching for my alarm clock, I accidentally knocked something off the bedside table. I groaned in frustration and took the pillow off my face to see what was on the ground. Unfortunately for me, the thing on the ground was my side lamp. "Shit," I thought, while I still look at my broken side lamp I still hear my alarm clock going crazy at me to turn the fuck off. "great" I mumbled in my tiredness voice, I slam my alarm clock until it stopped. I let a sigh and slowly falling back to sleep until I heard a low gruff behind me and I felt something trying to get on my stomach and I realized who it was.

"Tank"

"Good morning Tank, my chubby killing machine" I cooed at him. Tank is my British bulldog with a light cinnamon colour with a white coat in some of the places with those dark blue eyes, people think that those kind of dogs are ugly and look like rats but Tank oh man he's like my best friend since I was 12, I scratched his ear until he made a low soft growl saying "yeah…that's the spot". When I was about to fall back to my peaceful sleep Tank made up to my chest and staring to lick me under my jaw line, "ugh, tank come on let me have 5 more minutes" I mumbled at him but he was not stopping, he was enjoying me to suffer from his horrible smell of saliva. "ok, ok Tank I'm getting up more kisses from you" I chuckled when I was pulling him away from my sticky saliva face, I turned my body around to a sitting position looking at my window how beautiful New York was still in the sun rising mode. I stretched myself to get my sleepy body of me "alright let's get this day started". I grabbed the mp3 remote to get into my favourite morning song 'To All of You' by Syd Matters

It started as guitar solo then all of the upcoming instruments come up to join in the melody. My name is Max Fleur Dalton, I know odd name isn't it well my full is Maxine but I hate the word Maxine, mum thought it was such a cute name to give after 12 minutes of my birth but the one I hate it's such a girly so of friend of mine decided for a nickname Max instead of Maxine, I'll tell you about my partner in crime later but first let's talk about me. I'm not your average girl with those dresses and that makeup and everything, I never really into those things because it really doesn't suit me instead I choose to be your tomboy/skater/musician girl, and I know what you're going to say 'Max that's a lot of things to be a non-average girl' I know but these is actually who I really am and that actually suits me. People look at me sometimes see that I'm different from other girls but I really don't care because the one I doing is that I'm being who I am not like those girls who's on magazines or to wear different clothes so that you can be in that group or impressed someone, that's not me the only me is me. The cool thing about is that the only family I have it's my dad and tank, my mum died from a car accident when I was 7 years old, yeah I know it's sad to see those precious memories to have for 7 years just gone away but I accept what happened and I moved on, but sometimes I wished that I have more time with mum and have those precious memories again ,but that was 8 years ago and it just wished and wishes don't come true, but mum said if you think of your wish really hard and focus maybe, just maybe your wish might come true. I live in an abandoned fire station called Manhattan fire station 46 which was shut down because of some bank robbed thing, it was nearly going to be boozed down but luckily dad bought it for a house instead, the cool thing about it is that my bedroom is actually the chiefs office and the easy way to go down the kitchen is that I can use the poll instead of the stairs. So that's enough of me let's get back to the story.

"Now what am I going to where today," I said to myself while I was searching in the wardrobe. I notice that Tank taking my blue tartan collar shirt, "hey what are you doing it's not a chew toy, come on Tank give it back" I giggled, but I was I realise what he's doing. While Tank was dragging my tartan collar shirt I held my double zipper black jeans in front of me and look at them and the shirt. And that gave an idea, "that could work with my beanie, blue converse and my watch" I muttered, I nodded in a success of what Tank created, I picked him up and gave him a kiss on the four head "Tank, you're a genius!" I said excitedly, I put Tank back down on the ground and brought my black woolly beanie from my hat tree that has my beanie collection, my $500-dollar red watch with my light blue converse sandals. I looked at the mirror to see how I looked and by Tanks choice, it's not bad by the dog's choice.

I turn off the mp3 player and went to the teleportation poll from my bedroom to the kitchen/living room, while I was sliding down I heard Tank started running downstairs to get his breakfast. "Morning dad, how was practice?" I asked, my dad got started by me while he was making me breakfast, "Max, you nearly gave this poor man a heart attack". That's my dad, he's a musician like me but plays music from his age rather than our 21st-century music which I don't mind really. He's a skinny guy in his mid-40's, light ginger hair, always wears baggy clothing which totally suits him (excerpts for concerts) with his light greenish grey woolly golf hat, piercing on his right ear and has his cute goatee beard. "you can't get heart attacks dad you're not in your 60's" I said playfully, I sat down with my back on my left hand then eating my peanut butter toast with orange juice. "well if you didn't go to bed at 11:50pm then you wouldn't get those bags under your eyes" he said playfully, my eyes widened from what I didn't realise. I took out my phone to see my reflection, and dad was right I do have bags under my eyes. "ugh, I must've worked hard on my music instead of my face" I said in disgust.

"well that's what happened if you work hard for 5 hours straight nonstop"

"well if…. well if…." I was going to say something but my brain couldn't think of something, dad has one this time but I will win next time if I can think fast enough. I grabbed my toast and start to eating, "you got a point dad" I muffled while I was eating my toast. "well if you're going to think of something good smack-talk at me you better get going" he smirked, I turned around to check the led word wall clock and I realised that I was running late! "OH, SHIT!" I shouted. I quickly munched my toast and quickly drank my orange juice, I slammed my cup and quickly grabbed my bag. "WHY YOU DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT I WAS LATE!".

"well it's your fault and plus Tank tried to get up earlier"

"don't get the dog into this, this is our squabble right now"

I grabbed my skateboard run to the door so I won't get smacked by Mr. Plaster. "SEE YA DAD!" I shouted, I slammed the door and drop my skateboard to get quicker to school. So you see that dad and I get along pretty well, if it's wasn't for him, I've never been who I am today. This is going to be fantastic, beautiful day so what could happen?

Omg that took forever to typed. Plz, write good reviews about this story and the song for Max's morning what's actually from 'live is strange'. I don't owe tmnt movie but I only owe my oc's. I hope you enjoy this story and I'll see you next time PEACE! ;)