Chapter One:
"Max, wake up." Someone whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes and looked straight into the eyes of my sister.
"Why are we whispering?" I whispered back, rubbing my eyes. I noticed her eyes had tears in them, and became concerened. I distantly heard yelling. I opened up my blankets so my younger sister could crawl into the bed with me. We had just moved and it had been hard on everyone, especailly my parents. They had been fighting a lot lately, even before the move, but even more so now. Ella was extrememly worried, always asking me what I thought about their fighting. I just shrugged and told her they would work it out.
Ella's even breathing put me to sleep instantly and only woke again to the smell of bacon. I looked around for Ella and decided she had already gone downstairs, but when I appraoched my dad, he explained Ella and my mom went out.
"Where to?"
He shrugged, "Some new store your mother saw on the drive down here. Isn't it beautiful here?" He asked. I nodded and yawned. I quickly brushed my hair and ate the pancakes and bacon my dad cooked. "You wanna go into the town today? We need to get paint and things like that." I nodded and yawned yet again, "And maybe you can look for a job." He said teasingly. But I knew he ment it. Money was hard too and if I helped, to pay for things on my own, then it would be easier.
"Sure." I wasn't much of a talker in the morning, or afternoon, or at night. I wasn't much of a talker period. I pulled my suitcase over to my bed and hoisted it on top of it. I pulled out a tee that said I Hate You with a rainbow and a bunny with X's for eyes. Then put on a pair of ripped black skinny jeans. I made the look with a pair of black glittery stileto heels, Marla, my best friend back home, got me for my sixteenth birthday. I put on a purple belt, to add some color to the look. I grabbed my favorite ring and slid it onto my left pointer finger and put on Ella's earrings, which had a black cloud and a bolt of lightning on them.
I then quickly put lip gloss on my lips, applied eyeliner, and sprayed perfume and walked through it. I rebrushed my hair and parted it to the side. I looked at myself in the mirror, examinging how much I've changed in the last few years. I was taller, and odviously, I hit puberty. My dirty blonde hair had more of a brown tint to it than blonde, and my brown eyes were lighter. I looked more like my mom then my dad, anyone could see that. My dad and I thought alike, exactly alike. I heard my dad open the door and grabbed my cell phone, pushnig it in my pocket. I met him in the car and turned on the radio. I sang along to Wonderwall by Oasis as we sped into town.
"You can pick out any two colors. I will be in the back of the store. Your mom wants a pool built." He sighed and wandered off to the back and I looked around for paint.
"Would you like some help?" A guy wearing a orange vest with the stores name on it.
"Um, yes, sure. Could you show me where the paint is?" He nodded and started walking. I followed after him, he had blonde hair and blue eyes. He was built and odviously went to the gym a lot.
"Here you go."
I nodded at him in thanks and grabbed two buckets, purple and a light blue. I carried them to the back and found my dad, talking to a worker. They talked for about ten more minutes before we went up to the cash register. The guy that helped me find the paints was there and he rang up our paint cans.
"I'm Dylan." He smiled at me.
I smiled back, and pointed at his name tag, "I know. I'm Max." I reached over and shook his hand.
"Max, you coming?" My dad called. I walked out without another word.