Chapter 2- 1 Year Later…
"MAX!" Dr. Martinez was yelling from downstairs, her voice echoing all the way up to my sky blue walled room. "I'm coming!" I yelled, right back. It had been a year since my family had taken me from a strange facility called The School. She also explained how I had been there for rehab, since my biological family had died in a tragic car accident, only a year before. Running down the stairs, I wondered who my real parents were. The only family I had ever had was Dr. Martinez, and her daughter, Ella. Ella's father had left when she was only 3 and she had gotten over it ages ago. I sprinted up to my Mom, panting slightly. I wondered what she needed, kind of like how I wondered what the two long scars in the middle of my back were from. They were parallel from each other, deep set into my skin. Old scars, these weren't from the accident. They were from something else, something older, something… "Max?" My "Mom" looked at me. "Honey, you listening?" She touched me shoulder gently. Oh. Yeah, that's right. She needed something. "Whatcha need, Mom?" She gestured to the table. "Set the table please, if you wouldn't mind." Like I had a choice. "Ok, Mom. Sure thing."
Dinner was its usual quiet meal, and I returned up to my room right afterwards. My room, like I said before, is blue. I have posters on one wall, artists varying from Lady Gaga to Coldplay. On the other, I have my bed, with its fluffy blue pillow and lime green bed sheets. In one corner, I have a gorgeous fish tank. (Well, at least, I think it's gorgeous. Ella says different.) After brushing my teeth, I lay down, and flick the lights off. As I curl up In the sheets, I notice something. My laptop isn't where I put it. I remember leaving it next to the fish, my that's not where I find it. At all. In fact, I don't see it anywhere. Shrugging my shoulders, I relax and fall almost immediately asleep.
As it turns out, I actually don't find my laptop for a straight week before it finally turned up on my bed spread after I came home from school. Actually, J.J, my BFF since 1 year ago, notices first. "Hey!" She says, looking at it with obvious curiosity. "I like, really, like, totally need to check my email, like, super bad- do you mind if I used your laptop?" "Uh, no, of course not…" I said, still thoroughly confused at the sudden reappearance of my lost computer. "Oh, Max, you have an email!" J.J says. Even though it would have been totally normal for any teenager to get mail, it wasn't incredibly common for me, unless it was from J.J. I wasn't exactly what you would call a "social butterfly" at my school. I wasn't anywhere close to that, actually. I only had a few friends besides J.J. So I practically jogged over to the recently lost and found laptop, hoping it was from someone I liked. Chances are it was spam, but this time I was wrong. Completely wrong. Flicking on the screen and opening the email might have been a mistake, who knows. Because the second I clicked on the email, my screen went black. My eyes widened, and J.J let out a small gasp. The letters on the screen were big, pale white against my computers black screen. "Were coming for you," I read, my eyes widening. Then I heard a tap at the window, and everything went totally black.
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