Mean Girls

"Okay, Max, here's 20 dollars for lunch if you need it."

"And, here's another 10 just in case. Oh and honey, don't let the big kids bully you, okay?"

"Oh, look how cute you look with your backpack! Let me take a picture. Jeb, honey, stand next to her." My parents were making such a big deal of my first day of school.

"Mom! It's okay. I'm going to highschool. Not kindergarten." I said, but then regretted it once I saw the hurt behind my Mom's eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry. But this is your first day of real school!" She said to me as she grinned. See, I've always been home-schooled, this is because my parents and I used to live in Africa where my dad was a scientist, and my mom was a veterinarian/ doctor. My dad got a great job offer here in Evanston, and my mom also got a great job here as a vet. That means my mom can't homeschool me anymore, so I have to go to public school.

"Kay, well I gotta go if I'm going to catch the bus…" I said to them on my way out the door, before my dad stopped me.

"No need for that," He said to me, dangling keys in front of my face. I squeled, very un- max like, and hugged him and my mom; saying thank you about a million times. I ran out the door and saw my new ride. It was a purple Range Rover. No. Fucking. Way. A PURPLE RANGE ROVER.

"Oh, my gosh." I said as I stared at it. [ ** I don't use God's name in vain, it makes me uncomfortable]

"Yup, we bought it thinking you needed a car to school, and it's purple, your favorite." He said to me as if it were nothing. I guess it was nothing to my parents. They were rich.

"Well, honey, you better go on now, Okay." My mom said to me as she hugged my goodbye, followed by my dad.

I hopped into my new ride, and drove off. I love my life, despite the fact I moved to a whole new country, and away from my friends.

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I pulled into the school parking lot with many stares coming my way. I parked in between a Honda and a nice truck with a bunch of guys in back of it, who were staring at my car. I got out and one of the guys said, "Woah, nice ride. I've never seen you here before, ya new?" He asked me. This boy had blonde shaggy hair and blue eyes, with a slight tan.

"Uh, yeah. My name's max." I said to him, locking my car.

"Cool, my name's Dylan. You a junior?" He asked me, I shook my head yes. "Kay, me too. Want me to show you around?" He questioned me, as I looked around at his group of friends. One of them, a dark haired boy with pale skin and obsidian eyes stood out. I don't know why he stood out, but there was just something about him. Once, he saw me looking at him, he turned away abruptly.

"Sure, can you show me where the office is?" I asked him. I needed to get my schedule and other stuff.

"So, Max, where'd you come from?" Dylan said, making small talk as we made our way to the office.

"Africa." I said to him.

"Why'd you come here? To Evanston?" He asked curiously.

"My parents got great job offers. And I actually used to live in Chicago before I moved to Africa." I said. I moved to Africa when I was six, but I used to live in Chicago.

"Oh, that's cool. We're here," Dylan said stopping in front of an open door that was labeled Office. I say a quick thanks to Dylan and get my things.

My locker number is 1130, well, the closest locker is 900. A bell rings indicating I'm late for my first class. Oh, well. I just need to find my locker.

"Do you need help?" A deep, dare I say it, sexy voice says from behind me, startling me. I resist the urge to jump and turn around.

Review please! Please, don't be so mean, this is my first Fanfic, so be easy on me?