So I'm just gonna go ahead and update because I have nothing else to do!!

Max's POV:

The halls were crowded with the normal scene: teenagers hanging by their lockers, talking to friends, shoving their tongues down someone's throat. It was just playtime for these goons.

I rolled my eyes as I past a girl and boy. The girl's earnest face glowed up at the boy's dark one- well, he was just dark in general. Olive skin, dark long hair (not 60's long, but just up to ear lobes or something), dark, shadowy eyes. A mysterious demeanor to say the least.

And the girl was just a big splash of color pressed up against him. Her long red hair was pulled into a high ponytail. Ugh, red hair, I thought in disgust. Lissa was a red-head... Oh shit... My breath froze in chest. And I stopped in my tracks, not looking at her. Could that possible be her?

An evil grin came to face just thinking about what I did to her in my last school...

The one I remember most was when I was taken out of classes for track practice, but the coach just happened to be late. So my track team and I decided to mix up some mischief. I know- we are speedy little devils! We scavenged in the janitors closet until we found the mop and pail. We each grabbed our own, and stealthy snuck to the cafeteria. Making sure the lunch ladies weren't there, we hurried to the supply closet and came back with a gallon of maple syrup. Yeah- it was maple syrup! The stickiest, thickest, yummiest, yuckiest thing in the whole world! Can you guess what you did with it?

We then snuck into the main hallway, right in the middle of sixth period, and I took the gallon of syrup and began dancing backwards down the hall, the syrup sloshing all over the ground. We were nearly busting our sides from laughing so hard when I tiptoed back over.

Amazing no one came out into the hallway, well, besides a very confused freshman that we yelled at until he ran away, frightened of the crazy sophomores.

"Ready?" I remember asking everyone evilly. Some of the girls put their hands of their ears, smiling still. But the guys just waited, bouncing in excitement.

So I sauntered over to the trophy case, the wall beside lined with various things: posters, banners, notices, bulletin boards, pictures, fire alarm... oh yeah, I said fire alarm. Reaching forward, I yanking it with all my might and the siren blared.

My team and I all pressed ourselves against the walls so we wouldn't get involved in our prank, or be on the receiving end.

Kids came bursting out of the classrooms. And guess who the first one out was!

If you guessed George Clooney or Ashton Kutcher, then you have serious issues. But if you guessed Lissa then you would be correct.

She came clacking out of the classroom opposite us, chatting to her friend. So she didn't notice the thick gooey stuff on the floor. She planted one foot in it, and instantly was stuck. In surprise, she- oh, this was the best part!- went toppling over.

All the way down, she was screeching wonderfully. Her hair flying around her twisted face, arms flailing. And of course, her clothes didn't really move all too much, since they were skin tight in a not good way! Except her shirt slide up a bit, earning a bunch of yelling from the guy's section.

My track team was now tearing up. It was just too good! When she reached the floor, she did a huge face-plant, but her head was cushioned by the layer of syrup spread so nicely on the floor. Everyone in the hallway was frozen, except us of course. We would have been on the floor if it hadn't been for the maple syrup!

Lissa heard us laughing and lifted her syrup covered face to look at us. Her eyes immediately met mine, hers were blazing in anger. "MAXIMUM RIDE- I WILL MURDER YOU!" she tried to get up, but kept falling and slipping and sliding. Now everyone in the hallway was laughing as hard as us.

Finally, the teachers had to notice the lack of sophomores outside so they crashed our party when they came in to investigate. Obviously Lissa blamed me for the whole thing, so I decided to be the angel I was and take blame for it and cover up for the time. It wasn't that bad- all I had to do was clean up the hallway with the janitors (they are SUPER nice and tell the absolute funniest jokes!), and pay the school back for the maple syrup that we used, not wasted! But you know what? It was worth it!

So now, a year later, I was standing in a whole new school, and maybe possible, so was Lissa. Only one way to find out.

"Oh my gawd! Is that you Lissa? And you went back to boys!" I clapped, a look of mock-admiration on my face. "I'm so happy for you!" I nearly yelled so everyone in the hallway turned to look at me. The girl that was practically flattening that poor boy turned around, her face almost as red as her hair.

"Max?" she hissed in disbelief, all her emotions coming through her voice- mostly rage.

"Hiya! I can't believe we're at the same school! Are you stalking me again? I mean- seriously, that has to stop! It was funny and all in tenth grade, but now it's just creepy!" I looked at her, grinning smugly. People behind me were laughing.

Lissa started sputtering, trying to come up with a comeback. "Why don't you just walk away and save yourself the mental agony of this?" I gestured to her expression. Now even that guy that we was unsuccessfully attempting to flirt with, was smiling. I gazed at him, my face brimming with amusement. "You're welcome!" I said to him, and he grinned wider. I just turned around and began making my way back to the office.

As I was heading down the hallway, the hordes of people separating like I was Moses or something, I hear a finally scream "MAXIMUM RIDE- I WILL MURDER YOU!" I giggled and thought of the last time I heard her say that.

If I had a nickel for every time someone said that..." I trailed off wistfully.

Suddenly, an African-American girl popped in front of me, her face nearly exploding into a grin. "You're so funny! And I guess you're new! Do you need any help finding your classes! I'm guessing you're a junior too! Well, so am I! That was so funny and you made Fang smile-"

I raised my eyebrows at her and she stopped talking. I then smiled at how... I don't know, adorable, can I say, she was. I grinned and laughed. "I'm Max!"

She waved. "I'm Jessica Silverstone! But call me Nudge!" she giggled.

I nodded, processing the new information. "And who's Fang?" I asked, curious. I mean- what a name?!

"Oh! Fang's real name is Nick Davis! He's the most popular guy in school! Even though he doesn't have that many close friends! He just has two, Jeff Enderheart and Jason Dennen! Both of them are popular also, but because they are on the football team! Fang's not! He's just so hawt!" I laughed.

"Oh-kaaay!" I said ushering her down the hall. "So where is Mr. Donahue's room?"

"OMG! He's my homeroom teacher too! Well, he's over this way!" And this is how the first day of my colorful week began...

So Im back, to the velvet underground


Back to the floor, that I love

To a room with some lace and paper flowers

Back to the gypsy that I was

To the gypsy... that I was

And it all comes down to you

Well, you know that it does

Well, lightning strikes, maybe once, maybe twice

Ah, and it lights up the night

And you see your gypsy

You see your gypsy

To the gypsy that remains faces freedom with a little fear

I have no fear, I have only love

And if I was a child

And the child was enough

Enough for me to love

Enough to love

She is dancing away from me now

She was just a wish

She was just a wish

And a memory is all that is left for you now

You see your gypsy

You see your gypsy

YAY!! IT'S FINSIHED FOR TODAY!!! Now I gotta go get dressed- my friend is coming over!!! YAY! BIYA!! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW! REIVEW! REVIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEW!!!!!!!!!!!1