AN: Wow, haha. Only one chapter, and I got 3 favorites and a review! :) Thanks you guys, since this is my first story and all. I'm really glad. I woke up this morning (so early for winter break!) and checked my Hotmail, and I was ready to jump up on my bed and do a little dance! Of course, I texted my sister dear to let her know this, cause I'm nerdy and stuff. :D Also (why am I making so many spelling mistakes?) in the first chapter, Jeb called Max 'Sarah.' This is because I was going to make the main character an OC, but I decided not to, so Maximum she became, but I forgot to send this to someone to revise it, so that never got changed. Sorry!
Disclaimer : I don't even get an allowance (FML), how could I own Maximum Ride? It's not like she's a prostitute and I can buy her or anything. (I create awkward moments? Yes, I know.)
ONWARDS WITH THE STORY!
As I walked to school, I realized something was wrong. Did I have my shirt on backwards? Was there an embarassing stain on my pants? I looked down and checked. Nope, no large bruises showing. That left one part of my body to be the reason. My face. I slowly brought my hand to it and realized two things. First, my face was covered in bruises, and second, I had nothing on to cover those bruises. My whole body tensed and I came to know I had to two options, that I could run back home, grab the concealer, dodge to the bathrooms, put it on, and be late, or I could just make up a story and prepare for the next beating that was sure to come tonight. I had to tough it out, I thought to myself. No cover-up today. Okay, what story could it be? I thought hard. I'll just say I got in a fight, that happens a lot around here. My story was done, short and (bitter)sweet. I let my hair cover my face, and I fast-walked to school, not wanting to be late. I dodged into my classroom. Room 204 (AN: This is my room number at my school. For homeroom, anyway.), Mr. Belavore's room. Mr. Belavore was my favorite teacher. We had no strict classroom regulations or rules, and his room was the safest at the school. If you were in danger, you could go up to the back of the room, and put a note in his brown bag. At Mr. Belavore's room, we had the back wall covered in brown-bags, with every single junior that came across his room's name on it. If you saw Rebekah VanWicks got a new haircut, and you liked it, you could drop a note saying that you were a fan of her new hairstyle. Anonymous compliments always meant a lot to me, in the fact that someone took the time to find your name, write the note, and put it in. (Disclaimer: This idea goes to the writer of 13 Reasons Why. The notes in the brown-bags are NOT my idea whatsoever, credit to him!) I smiled a little as I walked into the room. His room felt safe.
"Hi," I called, seeing Mr. Belavore was tidying up his desk. He glanced up, his eyes concerned, as he saw my bruises.
"Maxine! What happened?" His eyes never left mine, checking them for lies.
"I got in a fight," I said, trying to brush it off. He looked at me once again, and his face softened. I wasn't a bad student, and he believed everyone had an equal chance to be successful.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"What? Yeah. I'm fine," I replied, trying again to brush it off. He caught the hint and gave me one more look before returning to his desk. He knew I was lying, it wasn't a fight, but I wasn't going to give in. This secret was too large for anyone to know. I didn't know who I could trust.
(Have I ever told you how delicious bubble-gum flavored gum is? Mmm..)
By now, other students had filed into the room, checking their brown-bags for any surprises. I sighed slightly, and walked up to the wall, snatched up the bag that said "Maximum Ride" and shook it slightly, listening for the fumbling of notes. I had not one, but two notes. I smiled a little. What's in there? I slowly put my hand in the bag, feeling as if my hand had the weight of the world on it. I picked up the first one, a simple piece of college-ruled notebook paper, folded up into..a paper football? What? The note, written in definite boy's handwriting, said only eleven words:
"All hail the heartbreaker."
What was this supposed to mean? Is this a joke? I hate people like this, and their fortune-cookie like ways. At the bottom, written in small letters, were seven more:
"Meet me at the park at six."
My mind determined, I was going to dodge Jeb's beating, and meet this stranger at the park.
So, what do you think of the little surprise note?
Max didn't open the other note..what do you think it said? :]
I'm going to need 5-10 names, so post yours, or your favorite name in a review.
When Max was talking to Mr. Belavore, she reminded me of the little girl in the music
video for "Concrete Angel" by Martina McBride. I'll try to post another chapter of this mystery
note this evening (it's 10:23 am right now), so heads-up! :) Review, please. I'd like to hear
your 2 cents.(:s
