Hi. I'm Max, Max Blake. I don't like you. I just know it. I don't mean to confuse people when I say things like this; but, you see, if you were like me you'd understand. I'm... different. That's why I said I don't like you, not I like you. I am always prepared for the worst. My mind latches itself onto the negative train, missing the positive bus. Let's say for instance that my Mom sends me out to the shop to get some milk. She reminds me, more than once, that there is money on the side in the kitchen. I say yes and go upstairs to pack my bag. Some of you are probably saying why the hell does he need to pack abag to go shopping? So in my bag I put:
Flashlight
Compass
Box of juice
Bubble gum
Grain bar
Rope
Tool kit
First-aid kit
Dust mask
Extra pair of socks and shoes
Matches
Penknife
Maps (Topographic)
So I go downstairs and leave the house. I walk to the shop and queue up with the milk. I start to get my money and realise I haven't got it. So, I go back home and get the money. Do you see what I did? I was too busy thinking about the bad things that might happen at the shop, I forgot why I was going in the first place. I hope you kind of understand my way of thinking a bit better now.
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Yesterday was when I met the girl at the park. It was Sunday seventeenth of November, so as you have probably guessed, I'm back to school today. I have just finished biology and it's now morning break. I go to Crow Secondary School. I like it here, yeah but I do miss my old school back in America. My Mom sent me to this school after we moved out to England. It is a lot quieter in England and there is a lot more foliage. My Dad still lives in Marco Island so I go out there in holidays.
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I'm boring you aren't I? Don't lie, I know if you do. I'm doing what people usually do in books. Start with name then school, family, friends, pets, colour of pants; well maybe not the last one... (blue with green stripes if you are wondering though).