First fan fiction on here, I've written two other fanfictions that got pretty popular on my other Wattpad account, and wanted to upload this one on here. This is NOT supposed to be like Life is Strange, so please do not lecture me about how it's supposed to go. I've played the game for a bazillion times. I would like your feedback/reviews. Thanks for reading it!
The school bell rings, the one noise that excites people, and also the alarm of finally leaving this hell hole. Max. Max Caulfield, an 18-year old female who goes to school at Blackwell Academy, learning Photography in Arcadia Bay, Oregon. She doesn't do anything, really. Just fangirls, and reads books on Wattpad, studying. /That's right, better watch out, bitches./
Max walks out of Mr. Jefferson's class. But of course, totally ignored his babbling about her picture for this project they were doing. She sighed, put her headphones in her ears, and walked down the halls, extremely calm - or acting calm some would say -, waving to some of her /friends/, but would rather call them acquaintances, really. They're all mostly from the Vortex Club, the one thing she hates most are Vortex Club members. Another bitch she hates is Victoria, a girl with Taylor Swift Hair, but a lesbian haircut - but again, that's what some would say -.
"Why don't you go fuck your selfie?" said the le- Victoria, being her bitchy, whorey self.
"What do you want, Victoria?" Max asked, also sighing.
"Remember your pathetic selfie you took in class? God, you're such an attention whore." Victoria spat (Literally, I think Max could have felt the spit drip down her face), also flipping Max off as Victoria walked away.
Max just sighed again, walking down to the bathroom's, closing the door behind her. She felt tears brim her eyes as she washed off her face, also seeing "Max is a little selfie attention whore 3 V", written on stall's, mirrors, hell, even the toilet paper. Like, who the fuck writes that shit on toilet paper?!
All of a sudden, a butterfly flew in, making her feel... somewhat hopeful? Max does admit she is not going through what Kate is going through, Kate is going through much more than Max would ever go through, and Max promised herself, and also Kate, that she would do whatever should could for Kate.
Max doesn't care about some stupid video for crying out loud. It was a mistake, yes. Max knew Kate would NEVER do that, especially in front of a camera. If you are true friends, you stay with them till the end.
She looked at the little blue butterfly, grabbing her shitty, still working camera out of her camera bag, opening it. She focused on the butterfly, even if Jefferson gave out lectures, they were still helpful, for ya'know, photo ops like this.
She did all of the basics, the lighting, shading, etc., before hearing the click. She pulled out the picture, shaking it a few times, and putting it in her battered camera bag.
Suddenly, the door opened, showing a pathetic Mr. Rich Boy, as Max would call him. He started to babble like crazy, she couldn't understand him.. that well. But then a girl, around Max's age with tattoos on her right arm, wearing a weathered beanie, blue hair, green eyes. She looked really familiar..