Burning Hearts
AN: Hello! RoseBVB here! This is my new fanfiction, Burning Hearts. The main character in this is Mackenzie-preferably Max- Carver. Some of you may already know her from one of my fellow fanfic authors, Wings of Indigo in her fic, I'm Here Now. Originally, I asked her to include my character in her fic, assuming that I wasn't ever going to write anything. Eventually, I started scribbling down stories with her and the fic kind of took off on its own. So here it is, chapter one of Burning Hearts. I hope you enjoy it. Please comment if you wish!
-RoseBVB
Disclaimer: I don't own Doctor Who, or anything in this story, except any of my OCs
Chapter 1
Song: All I Want- A Day to Remember
Max was hunched over her work as she overheard Bryon.
"-This is so bloody stupid" he ranted "this class is pointless, the food is terrible, and the teachers are so stupid!" he continued
Let him rant she thought, brushing her annoyance off it's not like he doesn't do this every day.
"Not to mention Mackenzie is such a freak, she's so weird!"
Psh, nothing I haven't heard before, she thought, not paying much mind to the criticism.
"-Worst of all, she's got that freak for a lesbian lover, Melissa!"
Now that hit a nerve. Max could feel the fury racing through her veins, but tried to control her anger.
"Shut up" she muttered under her breath. Though it wasn't quiet enough to escape Bryon's hearing.
"Oh, are you too scared to say something to my face, Carver?" He taunted
That was it. Max had enough. Taking the bait, she spun on her heels to face Bryon and gave him a venomous glare.
"No, I'm not scared, Bryon. So shut up. Melissa isn't a lesbian, and neither am I. Even if we were, why would it matter? There's nothing wrong with being homosexual. I'm sick and tired of you and your stuck up notion that anything you don't approve of is wrong! So shut up!" she shouted. She slapped him and spun back on here heels, stalking off from the Culinary Arts kitchen.
Her teacher caught sight of her as she was about to leave the kitchen and retreat to her desk in the classroom.
"Mackenzie" she called calmly "Detention"
Max turned to face her
"But-!" she protested "I was just—"
"Max, look, I get it" the teacher said, her eyes conveying sympathy "I'm sorry. Really. I understand how you feel. Bryon is a jerk. But that doesn't justify you slapping him. I'm sorry, but I can't let you get away with that."
Max sighed in defeat. She knew nothing could be done. This wasn't her first time to get sentenced to the two hour torture in the prison otherwise known as room 301, and it certainly wouldn't be her last. She knew the drill well enough. It wasn't that she was a bad student or a trouble maker, just that every teen has gone through the perils of detention at least once in their high school career. Max just hoped her parents were willing to be a bit more lenient today. She already filled her quota of fighting for the day.
"You got a WHAT?" Max's Mother shrieked.
Max cringed. Obviously, karma decided to be a bitch today.
"I got a detention today for slapping Bryon Tucker" She stated without much emotion. Max had this fight with her mother too many times before. Enough to know it wasn't worth getting too upset over.
"Mackenzie, don't you see? It's things like this that make me think you need to talk to a psychiatrist."
Max winced. That stung.
"Mum, look. There's nothing wrong with me. I know that it may be hard for you to accept that I don't exactly fit in to your perfect world, and nor do I try to, but that doesn't make me a bad person." She stated, trying to defend herself. She knew it was a little harsh, saying that, but her mum had done this enough times to know that she wasn't exactly known for her world class sympathy or kindness.
"I just don't see why you can't at least attempt to be normal for once" she snapped "face it, honey. Artists rarely get anywhere in life."
Max glared, a fire suddenly lit under her. Now that crossed a line.
"Why be normal?" she spat back "normal is nothing more than a washing machine setting. No one should aim to be that."
With that, she ran up the stairs to her room.
"Mackenzie, wait—" her mom protested, a façade of worry entering her voice, only to be answered with the slam of a door, followed with the click of a lock.