A/N Bored, let's see where this goes. To my anonymous reviewer, I really appreciate the advice. I have a plot that I like; I'm not changing upon anyone's request.
I need a beta to edit and such, and keep me in track. Plus you get to read the chapters in advance!
IDNOMR
Some background for you, because I realize it wasn't very clear. Max's mom is the she-beast, she doesn't have a father, she lives in the ghetto with her mom, and only her, no siblings.
The icy liquid chills my throat, cooling me down immensely, returning my breathing back to its original soft murmur. Stealthily, I dig through my navy blue bag, the cool pins pressed closely against my thigh. My hands wander through the dark bag, pushing aside useless items. Finally, they clasp the object I so desperately desired. Applying pressure to the left side the screen lights up, the computerized numbers flash in my eyes briefly before the phone is yanked angrily from my grasp.
"HE-" I begin to protest loudly, but stop. "The rules are clear, Max. Are they not? No cell phones, watches, or battery powered objects during practice! Now get back to the weights!" Jeb growls in my ear tucking the precious phone deep into his sweat pant pockets. I give a stiff nod, and walk over to the machine tiredly. 4:25 the numbers flashed through my brain. Half an hour more, tough it out.
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Hot water hits me relaxing me thoroughly. My stiff shoulders slump forward, as I rest my sweat cover forehead against the icy wall of the shower. The curtain ruffles slightly as another person passes by. Shutting off the shower a freezing wind bites at my bare legs, making my skin tingle. I quickly dry off and get dressed. I walk out of the clean, shinny shower stall, my wet hair creating small puddles in my white t-shirt. Plugging in one of the expensive blow dryers Jeb's facilities provide, I fix my hair. I apply a thick layer of black eye liner, and a thin layer of chap-stick, pushing the tube into my warn bag.
Glancing into the mirror I nod approvingly at the outfit choice Jeb had provided me with. Slipping on the two leather bracelets, and black leather jacket, I look at the - as Nudge would say "finished product." My dirty-blonde, naturally straight hair lays limply on my shoulders, the black skinny jeans and white t-shirt hugs my curves nicely accentuating my hour-glass figure. (A/N Sorry guys, never been good with outfit descriptions, I'm working on it, promise. Until then it is on my profile.)
I slip into my dark purple high-top converse, and sling my black backpack over my shoulders roughly. Letting out a sigh, I turn and exit the locker rooms. The hall towards the back exit is deserted; the only sound filling the room is the soft thud of my sneakers hitting the paved cement. I fling the heavy door open, shielding my eyes from the bright morning sun. I begin the two mile walk up to Willow Dales Private School - courtesy of Jeb, although no one is aware. Rumor has it I'm there on scholarship alone, which for me would be an extreme accomplishment considering my straight C's.
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Mrs. Anderson a fairly young teacher enters the class room, a minor smile playing at her lips, making me curious as to why; normally she enters scowling, glaring at the small class. She turns abruptly to face the class her short brown bob fanning out before coming back into place resting perfectly as it was before. As usual, her boring lesson begins with roll call.
"Monique Walker?"
"Here"
"Ratchet Delved?"
"Here"
"Igneous Andrews?"
"Here"
"Anna Ricky?"
"Here."
"Star Sanderson?"
"Here"
"Maxine Ride" (A/N her fight name is Maximum Ride.)
"In the flesh." I call loud enough for Mrs. Anderson to hear. The small class bursts into a round of giggles. Ignoring my comment she continues to read the last few names.
"Nick Walker?" Silence fills my ears. Students around me glance around for the ever so popular Fang. "Is it possible!?" I ask with fake sadness laced through my voice. "Fangy's gone!?"As soon as the words leave my lips, the fragile wooden door slams open reaveling a pissed off Fang, clad in all black. Bored all ready I look down at my notebook and begin to doodle on the crisp white page. "Good of you to join us . Do you have a pass?"
"No."
"Then you will be joining me and Maxine in detention later." She informs him. My name catching my off guard I look up puzzled. "What'd I do?" I question her, an innocent look plastered on my face, glancing out of the corner of my eye to look at Iggy, whose biting his lip looking down at his notebook. "The question isn't what have you done, it's what are you going to do." She replies knowingly. I shrug my shoulders knowing she's right and there is no use argueing, and return to my doodles. "Have a seat next to Ms. Ride, Nick." Sighing, I reluctantly remove my feet from the desk in front of mine, my sneakers squeaking on the way down.
Fang smirks at my begrudging expression. "Take a picture, It'll last longer." I snap at him my voice cold, and full of hatred, returning yet again to my doodles, the once white page now obsorbed in the pointless pictures. I dull thud reaches my ears and a slight vibration rings once through my desk hesitantly, I lift my head. A small white crumpled up piece of paper sits motionless on my desk. Sighing my tan hands reach out lifting and uncrumple the lined note book paper.
-Maxi! My wonderful friend! The cricket chirps in 5. Duck!
Your Favorite!- IA
'Shit.' I think crumpling the paper loudly and chucking it on the ground forcefully. 5. 4. I scrample out of my chair pulling my hood over my head ruffly. The explosion hits, a loud bang resonates off the walls. Chairs bang forcefull against the ground, multiple clinging noises fill the room morphing into one.
"IGNEOUS! MAXINE! GET YOUR BUTTS UP HERE!" We cackle loudly pushing through the clouds of smoke. Coughing I find the teacher looking charred and very pissed off. I feign innocence, along with Iggy. "Yes Mrs. Anderson?" We say simultaneously. "TO THE OFFICE!" Smirking I lead the way out of the dull class room, throwing a carefree laugh over my shoulder while I ggy happily calls out, "See ya suckers!"
