So I have decided to keep writing this story. Hopefully y'all will like it! :) So here's some info you guys might need to know. Max, Iggy, and Fang are all 16. Nudge is 15, Gazzy is 8, and angel is 7. I kind of like the ages that way. Oh and Ella is 15. Iggy can see.

When I'm home, finishing my painting of a sunset, I remember that I had turned off my phone. I turn it back on, then I get a text from my ex boyfriend Sam. He moved about 8 months ago. Before he moved, we had been going out for 4 months. But right before he left, I found out that he had been cheating on me for two months. Two. I was pretty devastated, always thinking we were the cutest couple, but of course that had to be ruined, along with pretty much everything else in my life. That day he left, he had told me that he still loved me and we could have a long-distance relationship, but there is no way in hell that I am gonna stay going out with someone who had just cheated on me . I was tired of him, anyway. But luckily, my three best friends, JJ, Nudge, and Ella, were there for me after the break up. They are the best friends anyone could ever have. I could always count on them. (I'm starting to sound like Nudge! I'll stop.) So anyway, back to the text.

I miss you. Why didn't you answer my phone call? It says. Are you kidding me? See this is exactly why I didn't want him anymore. He was so freaking possessive and controlling, and I really don't like people like that. Then I remember that the phone call was when I was talking to the boy next door. Hmm. I forgot to ask his name. I guess I'll see him tomorrow at school, though.

I end up not even answering Sam back. He was just so annoying sometimes.

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I wake up the next morning to pounding on my door. "Max! You better get up right now or I'm gonna bust down this door, and you will regret it!" That was mom for ya. "Arghhhhh!" I manage, before I slipped into the bathroom, and taking a quick shower. When I'm done, I blow dry my hair and put it into a messy pony tail. I slip on some skinny jeans and a t-shirt that says I'm the person your mother warned you about. I thought it was pretty awesome, myself.

When I get to the kitchen, I see mom look disapprovingly at my t-shirt. I smirk at her, and go to get some cereal.

"Max." Uh-oh. I know that tone. "Yes, mother dearest?" I ask innocently. "I really don't like that shirt you have on."she says.

"Well I don't care what you think, mother", I say with mucho attitude. I mean seriously? She's freaking over something like this? It's not like I'm the spawn of satin or something. She then goes on a rant about disobeying your parents for about 10 minutes. I see Iggy come in at about minute six and he shoots me a sympathetic look from where he is getting orange juice.

"MOM!" I shout interrupting her, and she looks at me angrily. "I don't care what you have to say! I'm never gonna listen to whatever you say anyway!" I then get up to leave for school calling over my shoulder, "Come on Igs, we're gonna be late."

When we're outside, I hear Iggy say, "You didn't have to go off on her like that."

I turn around, ready to smack the crap out of him. "Excuse me?" I shout. He puts his arms up defensively, probably instantly regretting his words. "Do you even know what that was about? She was saying all of that because of my shirt!"

"Well Max, just give her a break. You know she's been really high strong, ever since dad left."

"I guess." Jeb, our dad ran out on us about 8 months ago. Or at least he might have. He worked for this super secret lab that was run by the government. Anything could have happened to him. Personally, I just think he left. We were never really that close, thanks to his job, that constantly had him going out of the country for what, I have no clue. But Iggy and obviously mom were very close to him.

I heard a throat being cleared, about 10 feet away, and I jump. I look over, and there is the boy from yesterday and 2 other kids there. I get worried and hope they didn't hear what we were fighting about.

"Hey" , I say uncomfortably. He looks at me and says, "Hi. Um, sorry to interrupt, but where's the bus stop around here?"

Iggy steps forward and says, "Oh we're on our way there right now, we can show you. We're Iggy and Max ride." I wave.

"Fang," pointing to himself, "Gazzy, and Angel Collins," pointing to them each. They both give little shy waves.

"We better go to the bus stop before we're late." I say. I lead them to our bus stop, and just stand there thinking about my semi-fight with Iggy. I hope we aren't drifting apart, like with my mom.

"What's up?" I hear, and I turn around seeing Fang. He was wearing a black t shirt with some black skinny jeans. This kid likes black.

"What's it to you?" I ask. He smirks. Really? I'm already in a bad mood. I thought we were supposed to get along. But what was I thinking? I thought that we were gonna hit it off just because he likes my music? I'm living in a dream world.

"I was just gonna ask about our school."

"Oh, well it's cool I guess, besides the occasional slut or douche bag jock." I say.

He looks at me. His hair kinda shines in the sunlight and I can see his black eyes look at me, amused. "Am I sensing some bitterness?" He asks.

"Ha-ha." I say sarcastically. "No. I just really don't like sluts or douche bag jocks."

He looks at me thoughtfully. "Me neither."

Just then, we see the bus pull up, and when I see him turn around to board onto the bus, I see the shirt he is wearing and it has a school name and a football number on it. With the last name Collins above the number. Wow. How ironic.

Yeah I know that last part was kind of lame, but whatever. I'll update whenever I can :) Peace out.