Okay new story I decided to work on… It just kind of came to me… Please read?
Chapter 1: Abandoned
My father left about two weeks ago, leaving me to fend for myself. He had told me for a while now that he was leaving... I just never believed him. I woke up to find that he left and took everything that we had (besides my clothes.) I always thought a father would take care of his daughter and love her.
But He never did.
My father's name is Jeb Batchlader he worked as a scientist for a big company; just a few months ago they fired him. He had been unemployed ever since; I at the age of 15 had to take over his role. I worked multiple jobs in order to keep the house and feed both my dad and me.
I loved my dad but when he left, he left behind a giant wound in my heart. I wanted to forget about what happened, to forget about him...
I looked around the three room apartment for the last time. The white walls and wooden floors were all bare, it felt empty...
Just like my heart...
I was about to leave the house in which I practically grew up in. I found it very difficult to say goodbye to something so close to me... But I had no other choice. I had to go.
I picked up my navy blue duffel bag that was right next to the front door.
'Imma miss you...' I whispered as I opened the door and stepped out onto the Green lawn.
The big yellow taxi was already outside, I walked up to the taxi and opened the trunk, and I threw in my bag and slammed the trunk closed. I walked up to the passenger's side and sat down beside the cab driver.
He had brown hair and looked as though he was in his 30's, he was wearing a yellow t-shirt and a pair of jeans.
"Where you heading'?" he said speaking in a sort of fake Texas accent.
"Bus station."
"Alrighty then." he said then started the car.
About 10 minutes later I finally arrived at the bus station, I walked into the small brown building, my bag in hand and I walked up to the woman sitting at the front desk. I handed her my bus ticket and gave me another ticket sending me to another terminal. I looked down at my ticket and saw that my bus was located in terminal 9.
I walked into terminal 9 hall; found my bus and climbed in.
The bus driver was a short and pudgy looking man; He had a double chin and large wire framed glasses. I handed him my bus ticket and he told me that I was assigned to sit in seat 6.
I nodded and sat next to a mother of 3 she had two of her children (both girls) in her arms and her son was sitting next to her listening to his iPod and playing with his D.S. Surprisingly the woman had both of her children under control, although her hair was a mess.
I dug for my iPod in my duffel bag, when I finally found it, (wrapped up in-between 3 sweaters and two-shirts.) I found out that it was dead. I sighed and just decided to take a nap.
I woke up to the sound of the bus driver announcing over the speaker that we have reached our destination.
I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes. I let out a quiet yawn and turned to see that the mother was packing her baby's stuff away.
I stood up and grabbed my bag, I said good bye to the mother and made my way off the bus.
I walked into the front entrance of the bus station.
I looked at my watch: It was 11:03
Why wasn't she here?
I scratched my blond haired head and stuffed my left hand in my jeans pocket. I heard a car horn honk and I saw that it was my mother inside of her car. I smiled to myself and ran up to the car; I threw my bag in the back seat and sat upfront with my mother.
"Oh, god mom! I missed you so much..." I hugged my mother who was wearing a brown sundress.
"Max," she hugged me back tight. "I missed you too."
My mom's name is Valencia Martinez, she has dark brown hair and emerald colored eyes, I don't really look like her, I have more resemblance to my father. My father was blonde haired and brown eyed, I received most of my looks from him: my blond hair and brown eyes for example. I also received most of my traits from him: Such as stubbornness and quick wittedness.
When we stopped hugging I sat back down in my seat and buckled myself in. My mom started the car and began to drive.
"So what happened with your father?" my mom asked me. We were now driving down the highway, still about half an hour away from the house.
"Ehh… He has been telling me for about a few months that he was leaving. But I never believed him, because you know… he's Jeb. "
"Do you have any idea where he went?"
"Nah. Honestly, I'm just happy I can move back in with you mom..."
"Me too Max, I'm happy your back-I honestly don't know why I let you go with your dad… Honey, I hope you know that the divor-"
"Yea, mom I know." I said interrupting her. "I'm over it know okay, don't worry about it… The divorce happened 7 years ago."
"You know, Fang has really missed you." I nodded my head and smiled. Fang has been my best friend ever since I was a little girl; he called me every single week for the past 7 years. He was currently in a relationship with a girl named Lissa, who he told me was a really nice.
"How's his family life going?" I asked.
"Fine- Now that he has moved in with me."
Fang always had a bad family life, ever since he was little. His father left when he was born and his mother was always in jail, but Fang being the great person he is always found a way to keep his family together. For some reason, family was always very important to him. I wonder what happened, that he decided to move in with my mom…
Okay, now you see you're probably now wondering what is going on, you are probably completely lost.
Let me catch you up:
About 15 years ago my mom and my dad met. They had sex, my mother ended up getting pregnant- had me. After I was born my father and my mother didn't really get along well, when I was 3 my father wanted to marry my mother thinking that that would resolve their problems, It did for a while but when I turned 8 my father and mother filed for a divorce. My father somehow got custody of me and I moved in with him. Recently he left me, I called up my mother and she offered to take me in.
And now, here I am.
And even through all of this drama, my best friend Fang (who I knew since I was two because he lived next door to me) had always been there for me. He always called me when he had problems and I called him when I had mine…
I quickly looked around me and saw that we were now pulling into the drive way.
Fang ran outside barefoot and in his signature black clothing. I jumped out of the car and ran over to Fang whose arms were dramatically outstretched open.
I automatically jumped up in his arms and wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
I felt his chest vibrate and I just started to laugh.
"Why are we so over dramatic Fangy?" I said raising my head to look into his obsidian eyes.
"Hey, Max it's been 7 years who cares."
"Yea, a huh, we talk to each other every week…"
"Yea, but look at it this way- we don't actually get to see each other."
I rolled my eyes and looked at his face again.
He looked back at me making a fish face, I thumped him in the back of the head. And he glared at me; I glared back at him which caused him to crack a grin.
"Your glare can't even scare a goldfish Maximum Ride."
I rolled my eyes.
"Common' let's go inside Maxykins, your mother baked cookies."
I gasped, and jumped off of him. I jumped onto his back and grabbed onto his neck.
"Go horsey go!" I yelled as Fang galloped inside the house.
Okay.. so I hoped you liked it… I have many ideas for this story…
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