This is Max's story, rewritten. Personally I prefer it than the other one as I've worked harder on it instead of making it up on the spot. Please let me know what you think!

It was one of those days that started off bad and could only get worse.

And the weather was mocking him. How rude.

While his mood was dark and cold, the sun shone bright and warm. A proverbial storm cloud hung over his head while not a cloud broke the endless blue of the sky.

Why was in a bad mood, I hear you ask.

First of all, he had gone to bed late the night before and woken up early, never falling back asleep, so he was tired. Second, he nearly burnt the house down when heating his breakfast in the microwave oven- at that point; he hadn't had any coffee and had forgotten to remove the cutlery from the plate (this resulted in the microwave exploding). Third, all of his younger siblings (with the exception of Alvie) were especially hyperactive that morning. He still had a headache from it all.

So, he was tired and hungry with a splitting headache. Of course he wasn't going to be in a good mood.

Max decided to go and see if he could scrounge any food and coffee from his older brother, Tobias, who had moved out last month to move in with his pregnant girlfriend, Sophia. His stomach growled in agreement while his head reminded him to ask for painkillers or ambrosia.

Ten minutes later, Max was on Tobias and Sophia's block. The only problem was trying to remember which block of flats his brother and his brother's girlfriend lived in.

He decided to wander around; hoping one of them would spot him from a window and come downstairs to let him in.

He was there for five minutes, but his ADHD was making it feel like so much longer.

That was when his day got worse.

Strolling past an alley for what felt like the hundredth time, Max cast his gaze around the street.

Suddenly, someone snatched at him, a hand covering his mouth. He fought against whoever it was holding him, but they were stronger, much stronger than him.

There was a sharp thud and pain exploded in the back of his head. Whoever was holding him let him go and he fell to the ground, darkness tinging the edges of his vision.

Two sets of feet in trainers came into view. That was the last thing he saw before blacking out.

Sorry it's short! The first few chapters are until I can get into a… zone in writing this one.