"I'll see you in 11 months." I said forcing myself not to cry, although my mum went to town with it. I was really going to miss her, she's the best mother ever, and makes the best chocolate chip cookies ever. I doubt that anyone could top them, but I've made it my personal mission to see if I can find a better cookie while I'm gone.
"Oh Max, honey don't go! I already miss you so much!" Mum barely got the words out with her stifled- attempted, but not so stifled- cries. I hug her one last time knowing that if I don't go now I'll miss my flight. She kisses me on the forehead, and with that I walk away. I don't look back because I know if I do I'll want to fling myself into her arms and make her happy again. I hate it when she's sad, but this is the biggest opportunity yet and I'm not giving it up for anything. But even as I walk away I can feel mum boring holes into my back, and I can even still hear her cries replaying in my head. Oh god, so much for her plan not to cry. We've been preparing for this day for almost two years now, and even while I'm dragging myself onto this plane, I can't help but feel a tad guilty. I know she's going to be so lonely, but she knows I would never give this up.
Well now that I'm settled into this death trap, I may as well explain some things. My name is Maximum, Maximum Martinez Ride. I know what a name, but I happen to love my name, Maximum is a strong name but it's also unique, Martinez is my mum's maiden name, she's Hispanic, and Ride is my last name. I could never ask for a better name. Mum's always saying how it suits me, and my brown hair and brown eyes. I'm average as all get out. I have the eye colour of chocolate, don't get me wrong I love chocolate -it's definitely a great for bribery- but my eye colour is plain, and the only thing special about my hair is it has some sun streaks here and there. I get both my eyes and hair from my mum, but she absolutely pulls average off! I get the rest from my dad, he passed a while back when I was younger, left me a bunch of money and that's how I'm on this plane right now.
As for my life, it's really only been my mum and me. Although she does have another daughter, after she was born her father took her away, and she tried her best to find her but never could. She was really depressed. I was only one at the time and dad had already passed, so I didn't really know him, nor do I remember him. I've spent my whole life in Australia, I lived in the suburbs of Sydney, Parramatta to be exact. Though I always kept to myself and wasn't really outgoing so I didn't have many friends, and I basically didn't leave the house much except with my mum. I know sad right? This is the biggest thing I have ever chosen to do.
As far I know, the student exchange thingy, is giving me a friend for the flight and apparently, she stays right next door to where I'm staying, she's and exchange student too. As the last people were coming on, I thought that I would have all three seats to myself for the sixteen- I think- hour flight. But that bubble bursted as a girl who looked about a year younger than me sat down with a smile. She sat right next to me – I was on the window seat- and her bag occupied the other seat. Once we were both settled and comfy, she beamed shyly at me.
"Hi I'm Ella." She said in a kind, bubbly voice.
I smiled at her "Max."
She smiled, and started a conversation as the plane took off, here I come America.
"Where are you from?" she asked me, although she looked kind of scared. Huh?
"Parramatta, you?" I replied trying to be as nice as I could. Like I said before I've never really had close friends or any for that matter, so this was kind of new to me. I wondered why she was talking to me? Like I know its manners and all, but I usually scare people off. I took a moment to look her up and down, she had long, deep, brown wavy hair. Brown chocolatey eyes like mine, she looked kind of Hispanic and was slightly tanned in a golden way. She reminded me a bit of my mother.
"New Castle." She gave me once again another smile, and continued "So, Max I'm just going to say this now because I can't not say it. YOU ARE DROP DEAD GORGEOUS OMG IM JEALOUS!" she sort of whisper shouted that end part but I got it. Once the words actually I sunk in I was shocked. The only person who really said it to me was my mum, sad yes. But still.
"Nah, but thanks I guess" I replied trying to sound as normal as I could, but I was in awe at her words. After that we kept on chatting and I decided I liked her, she was nice, and might I say stunning! But I was glad that when school started I would have a friend. Even if she was a year younger then me I was pretty content.
When I'm not sleeping I'm talking to Ella. Even though I've pinpointed about a thousand differences – we are almost opposites – I've managed to grow quite fond of her. I have this sense to protect her and not let anyone hurt her. I know I will come through, even if she doesn't know it, I have her back. Eat, sleep, talk, repeat. That's all we did, and I actually found myself enjoying it. She was very nice, and I swear she wouldn't hurt a fly.
So i hope you enjoyed chapter 1! Please review. I know it was short but my minimum is one thousand words, also i will upload often hopefully so the small chapters shouldn't be a bother. This chapter and the next will be just a story starter so there wont be any huge drama. There will be small things though, it's cute IMHO. Will be posting the next chapter soon!