Okay, this is the official first chapter of Together We Stand. Please review, and tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place, but I own Miss Claiborn, Bethany Wells, Rick 'The Brick' Daniels, and, of course, Claire Thompson!
Max Russo woke up with a pain in his head and his arm in some sort of bandage.
'Not again.' he thought, as he realized he was in the nurses office.
"Miss Claiborn? What happened?" he asked, as the young nurse came over to check his head again.
"Mr. Daniels thought it funny to intentionally miss the baseball and hit your head in gym, and the cuts are from where you fell on the cement trying to get here. Miss Wells saw you and called for me," she explained, indicating the small fifth grader sitting in the corner.
He smiled at the tiny, pale girl, who spent as much time as him being bandaged in the nurses office. "Thanks Bethany," he said, then winced as Miss Claiborn took his arm bandage off and started dabbing something on it, which made it fizz.
Miss Claiborn noticed it, and laughed. "It's just hydrogen peroxide. It cleans the cut by fizzing out the bacteria. It'll stop fizzing when it's clean."
"She had to put it on me when The Brick shove me into the fountain," Bethany said in her little voice.
Max wished her could hug the little girl, who was the only one who got bullied as much as he did.
"I have to go. Mommy said to leave a little earlier, so I wouldn't get hurt on the way to the metro," she said.
"Hang on a sec," Max said. "Where do you go?"
"I ride it to Waverly Place," she said, stopping in mid step.
"I go there, too. I'll go with you so no one will try to bother you," he said, jumping off the table. "Bye, Miss Claiborn!"
"Bye , kids," she laughed, as the two ran for the exit.
When he got to the substation, his mother wrapped him in a giant hug.
"My baby! You got beat up again!" she said, examining him. "I'm going to make you favorite tonight. Tortilla chips with the works!"
"It's okay, Mom," he said.
His father caught him before he could run of and got a good look.
"I'm calling the school. If they can't take better care of the students, they can't teach mine," he said, indicating the lump on his head and the bandage on his arm.
"Dad-" he attempted.
"No excuses! They need to monitor students' safety!"
"Dad, it's just me! I get beat up on a regular basis! I'm the one in the nurses office all of the time! I, aside from Bethany Wells, am the only one tortured!" he yelled. "I'm going to my room."
"Why don't you take a bath, Maxy? It'll calm you down," his mother said.
"Fine..." he groaned, and ran upstairs.
Justin and Alex Russo sneaked into their baby brother's room, ready with the plan.
Just as they had thought, he was asleep, even though it was only 5 in the afternoon.
"One..." Alex started.
"Two..." Justin added.
"Three!" they finished together.
They jumped on his bed and started tickling, earning a hard slap to their faces, which was a bad sleeping habit of Max.
He blinked sleepily and saw his brother ans sister rubbing their heads where he'd hit them.
"Guys?" he mumbled.
"Wake up Maxy!" Alex said. "Man, you punch too hard."
"It was a slap, Alex," Justin said, then redirected his attention to Max, who was trying to get up, to no avail, as he was so sore. "Need help, Maxy?"
"Yes, and I need Rick the Brick to lay off," he muttered angrily.
"I'll suggest his suspension at the next Student Protector meeting," Justin said, showing his geek side. He carefully, took his little brother's arm and pulled him to his feet.
Alex narrowed her eyes. "Aside from that being the geekiest thing I've heard today, you've got a point," she said, leaning with one elbow on Justin's shoulder.
"Suggest expulsion, or deportation," Max grumbled, walking out.
Even Justin couldn't hold in a laugh at that.
Justin and Alex followed him and tried to get him out of a mood.
"Come on, we're having Tortilla chips, just like you like!" Alex said in her kiddie voice.
"Yeah, and extra guacamole!" Justin said, talking like Max was a stubborn three year old that didn't want to eat his vegetables.
Max was getting more and more annoyed. Partially, because every time her turned, his siblings followed him, and because the were talking like he was three.
He finally hit his limit and turned on them.
"You know what? I'm skipping dinner! I'm thirteen, not three!" he yelled, storming up to his room, readying himself for a long night.
A/N: I hope you like it so far. I'm really trying to make this good, so tell me your thoughts on it in a review. Thanks!
Sidney