The thing about my aunt Jill is that she is extremely rich. So, when we moved in- being myself and my brother Ethan- she sent us to the most private and upperclass school she could find. She even insisted on moving more than five hundred miles away to do such. I loved her and all, but sometimes she goes too far.

I tried to ignore everything. The packing, the driving, the unpacking. She of coarse bought the biggest and most expensive house she could find. It was two stories and had plenty of room.

The days passed, and time flew. Before I even realized it, school was about to start. I sighed and plopped down on my huge bed, in my huge room. I felt horrible- for some reason this thought came to my mind... My parents died and my brother died, and now here I am being pampered. Like a reward. I felt like I was celebrating or something. I let tears roll down my face, and before I knew it, it was already night. I didn't eat anything, and I really didn't care.

I woke up from my nightmare. I was in the water again, but this time, I didn't survive.I was drowning in the water. The dark water filling my lungs. I jolted up, and felt a cold liquid in my lungs. I choughed and choughed, and actual water came from my mouth.

I must be really tired. I'm imagining this...

I thought and ignored it. I got up then got in my uniform and everything else in needed to do. Then walked out of the house. Even though Jill told us she'd drive. But, no one was awake, and I was. So, I just figured I'd leave a note and walk off to school before they even woke up.

I got to school to find the doors locked. I guess I had to wait outside until I could go in. I sat down of a bench outside of the school, and just stared into space. That's when a boy came up, and sat down beside me. He had brown hair and green eyes.

"So... are you new here?" he asked.

"Yep. Just moved here..." I said.

"I'm Nathan," he held out his hand. I looked up and glared at him. Nathan. Nate. Why did the universe hate me? "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Completely fine. Why?" I asked harshly.

"Your crying," he said. I felt my cheek, to find a hot tear rolling down it.

"Yeah. Sorry," I shook my head, looking at my hand. "Just a bad memory"

"Oh, sorry" he said. I looked at him.

"It's fine. Not your fault," I said. He had his hands on his knees, awkwardly. "Football player?" I asked. He looked over at me.

"Yeah. How did you know?" he asked.

"Being surrounded by guys in your family, and having your dad treat you as a son, you can't really forget the hands of a football player. Plus, I played too" I said shyly.

"Well, that's a first for me to hear," he said, laughing slightly.

"It shouldn't be." he looked over at me. "I protested for weeks when my coach said girls couldn't join the team. Too bad, I have a great arm," I chuckled. "I'm Max,"

"Well, Max, sounds like it was his loss. So, do your brothers go here too?" he asked.

I stiffened. "That's the bad memory..." I mumbled. "Ethan does. The rest of my family are, um, dead"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not your fault." I said.

"But I shouldn't have brought it up..." he started.

"I'm fine. Completely. We're living with my aunt and- I'm fine" I said quickly. I felt more tears spring from my eyes. He put an awkward hand on my shoulder. "Thanks."

"No problem. So, what class do you have first?" he asked.

"Um..." I looked at a piece of paper. "Math"

"Me too," he said.

Well at least now I had a friend. I bet Nathan would be my only friend really. So, the day went on, me and Nathan going to our classes. Surprisingly, we had the same schedule. I was fine, until PE.

"Today we're climbing the rope" the coach said standing in front of the gym.

Oh no. I wasn't good with heights. I never had been ever since the accident. I prayed he wouldn't call my name first.

"First to climb is a Miss. Ride?" he questioned. "Is this a new student?"

"Yes, sir." I said.

"Great. Your first up," he pointed to the rope.

"Um, I'd rather not..." I said.

"Oh? And why not?" he asked.

"Yeah Ride. You look like you saw a ghost!"

"Scared of heights?"

"Guys, be quiet. I heard she was in a car crash off a bridge." one hushed.

"Is that true?" one asked.

"Is it!" one called.

"Hey! Leave her alone!" Nathan told them. I sent him a thankful look.

"Come on. I don't care about fears, get to climbing" coach told me.

"But, sir-"

"Climb!" he pointed to the rope again.

I bowed my head and walked over to the rope. I took one last glance at coach, then at Nathan. He nodded reassuringly. I nodded back and began to climb. When I was almost at the top, something popped up in my head.

Look down, Maximum.

I looked down and immediately regretted it. Why did I? What was this voice that told me to? Why did I listen to it?

Remember the bridge, Max? Falling to the water?

All of a sudden, I felt a rush of wind, and heard the sounds of screaming. I was back in the crash. As quickly as the flash came, it dissppeared.

Do you remember how you felt at first? The rush? You were excited. You know you wanted to fall. To feel the wind. Wouldn't you just love to feel that rush again?

I forced my eyes closed and tightened my grip.

Let go. Let go, Maximum.

Like I was being ordered, as soon as I heard it, I let go of the thick rope. I heard screaming from the other kids, and coach calling an ambulance. Also the voice of Nathan.

"Max? Max, wake up..."

You should have died. In the very beginning.

That was the last thing I heard before everything went blank.

Hiya! Well, more to come. Just trying to seperate these chapters... Reviews maybe?