Chapter 2
Max's Really First Day
Max was a tall boy at the age of fifteen he never really had many friends because of his moving a lot. But he always wished he'd have at least one friend. He didn't even care if he or she was crazy, or had a problem, or even if it was a nerd-at least some sort of friend.
Max loved trees. That was his secret. Which we will also keep secret. He never tells it to anyone, even his closest relatives. He also liked animals, but not as much as trees.
Since the day his parents had told him he was moving, he wouldn't talk to them. He remembered the day clearly. It only happened two months ago. It was a hot July Thursday when his parents called him and his ten year old sister, Alice for a small meeting. They announced two pieces of good news. Well, that's what the parents thought. The first one was that his mother was pregnant with fraternal twins-a boy and a girl. The second, that they were moving. Max didn't mind having babies in the house, in fact, he loved it, but moving? That was his seventh time in seven years. The reason for moving was because one-his dad got a new job as a teacher in high school. He had been wanting that job for nearly two years. Two, there was more space at this house than the other house he lived in. Lastly, living in a small town was less expensive than the city.
Even though he has been through this thousands of times, it still annoyed Max. It was already eight fifteen when he found his homeroom. There, he got his schedule. He looked at it. His first class would be chemistry for the day. It was room thirty three A. then, a school staff woman came in. She had brown hair, green eyes. She raised her hand. Everybody settled down.
"Miss. Langley, are you done with the attendance?" The woman asked looking at her. Miss. Langley nodded.
"Okay, I know it's kind of exciting to meet new friends and reunite with others, but now you've go to go to class." She said. "And hurry up, you're going to be late. Oh and make sure you find out about your lockers today or tomorrow. Most of you will have the same lockers as last year, but some will change," she continued.
Based on the announcement, Max got his stuff and headed toward the door. But the woman stopped him.
"And you must be Maximilian Justin Rodgers, am I correct?" she asked me confidently.
Max nodded. What does she want from me? Max wondered.
"I'm the guidance counselor of part of this grade. The other guidance counselor is Mr. Bixbor. You could call me Mrs. Chestor. Do you have any problems with your schedule?" she asked Max.
"Uh...no thanks. I better got to class or I'll be late," Max said to her.
"You won't. I would like to give you a small tour of the school so that you are familiar with this high school. It's huge-it has five huge buildings. How does that sound?" she asked.
"Actually, that sounds fun. And great, now that I think of it. Any place I can drop off my stuff somewhere before though?" Max asked.
"Let me show you your locker." Mrs. Chestor said.
Mrs. Chestor lead Max toward his locker. Then, they headed off for a small tour of the huge school.