R&R!
98 Day's to Fall in Love
Days Left: 96
-Max
Ever since kindergarten I knew it would never be easy for me to make friends. It was a given, a mental blockade, a fact of the human life - I suck at making friends.
On my first day of kindergarten, my mom had dropped me off in front of my class, smiling, waving goodbye and telling me to be good - the whole first day of school shebang that all parents give their kids.
Anyways, I was so excited. Mom had done my hair in two high pig-tails and she'd got me a new blue sun-dress (my favorite color). I had my abnormally large pencils, paper and pencil pouch all jammed into a backpack that was slipping off my shoulders, obviously too large for my small toddler body. I walked in on all the kids my age running around with books, stacking blocks and doing arts and crafts. Fun, right? That's what I'd thought too . . . I sat down at the arts and crafts table with another little girl with a similar hairstyle like my own, only her hair was so much longer, so glossy and pretty. I smiled and pointed, "I like your hair," I'd told her in my babydoll voice."My names Max."
She gave me a smile and giggled. "I'm Abby. My mommy did it."
I beamed at her, realizing we had something in common. "My mommy did mine too!"
Abby began giggling even harder, "She didn't do a very good job at it."
"What do you mean?" I asked innocently, cocking my head to the side.
"You're hair is so . . . messy. And ugly," she added.
I'd blushed furiously and pouted in my seat. My kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Straight walked around handing out scissors for us to use with bright colorful construction paper. "Be vary careful with them," she instructed with caution.
As I held the hard metal in my small, youthful hands, I couldn't help but glance back and forth between my scissors and Abby next to me. She thoughtfully cut her paper into delicate hearts, I noted. She was totally transfixed on what she was doing . . .
Honestly, I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was just anger that she had been so mean to me about my hair? Maybe I was jealous of hers? I don't know, but may I remind you I'm only five-years old at the time, and none of us should have been given scissors yet. So, what happened next was I leaned in towards Abby, slowly, making sure she didn't notice me. I slid my fingers through one of her pig-tails and before I could do anything, my other hand with the scissors were lurching forwards and snipping it off completely.
Abby froze in shock, and slowly turned to me. Her eyes focused on that half of her hair that was in my hands, and then what she did next I was totally not prepared for:
She gave a murderous scream that halted everyone in the room for a good sixty-seconds.
Everyone turned to stare; the staff, Mrs. Straight, the students - everyone.Terrified, my hands released the scissors and the hair and clattered on the floor; well, the scissors clattered. The hair just kind of floated down softly and fell onto the ground without much noise.
My eyes came back up to Abby who's face was turning a couple shades darker then purple. On her right side, her pig-tail was chopped off raggedly. On her left, her long hair swooshed meaningfully to her hips - all in all, she looked ridiculous.
You did that, I thought to myself shamefully.
Her chubby, toddler arm raised up to point at me. She stuttered for words as she stood up. "You - y . . . you little . . .you little bitch!"
Mrs. Straight gasped. May I also remind you that we were only five-years old so my vocabulary hadn't exactly progressed and matured as much as her obviously had . . . Only until now did I realize that "bitch" was a no-no word.
From then on, secretly, all of my classmates would call me bitch, mimicking Abby even though I'm 100% sure none of them knew what it meant. Still, none the less, I was an outcast ever since kindergarten.
Just because a teacher gave me scissors.
Now. I'm sure all of you are wondering why on earth I was explaining all of this to you, right? Well, you see, at the moment I was inhaling about half of the Atlantic Ocean (and a few stray Nemo's), desperately trying to float to the surface but failing miserably. You see, my dear acquaintances, I never learned how to swim. Yeah, I know, why go to the beach for summer break if you have no idea how to swim? Well, I was going to take Angel out with me later that day to swimming lessons - if only I'd known the situation I was in now . . .
Why I explained my suppressed childhood memories is because I'd been contemplating whether or not to befriend a nice looking dolphin . . . maybe he could swim me to shore?
May I remind you that my brain was swimming in my head from all the salt water? Yeah . . . I was delusional to say the least, at the moment.
The last thing I remembered before I lost all consciousness was having a pair a muscly arms wrap around me, pulling me upward.
-Fang
The small blonde girl frantically paced up and down the shoreline, calling out her sisters' name in vain.
"Hey!" I shouted out to her. Her gaze snapped up and met mine with pleading eyes. "Can she swim?" I asked, noting how long she'd been under.
"No!" She yelled back. "Please, save her!"
I didn't need anymore convincing because I was already running into the depths of the icy ocean where I'd last seen her. I dove down, resisting the urge to resurface as the frozen temperature of the water started sinking into my skin.
Oh God, where was she? I wondered after a couple minutes of searching. I propelled myself deeper, holding my breath with ease. Suddenly, something really soft brushed past my hand. Eww I thought in my head, forcing myself not to squeal like a little girl. What was that? I opened my eyes wide, ignoring the stinging from the salt water. That was when I saw her unconscious drifting at the very bottom of the ocean floor.
Shit.
Quickly, I wrapped my arms around her thin body and pulled her up to surface. To get to the shoreline, I swam diagonal, trying not to fight the current to much so I wouldn't get worn out.
The moment I dragged her up onto the sand, her little sister was right on us, quizzing me about her sister. "Is she okay? Why isn't she awake? Why isn't she breathing? Is she dead? Max, please no!"
The little girl sobbed and curled up into a ball in the sand, holding her small knees.
The girl wasn't breathing and her eyes were closed. I knew what I needed to do immediately: I had to perform CPR.
Ripping off my soaking wet shirt (it was getting annoying) and throwing it to the side, I began to position the girl properly on the sand and moved towards her.
"What are you going to do?" The small girl whimpered.
I just glanced up at her. "Just watch."
-Max
Somewhere in the back of my head I was aware of the fact that someone was pumping hard on my chest. Oh god, it hurt so badly. There was so much water inside me that didn't belong there . . .
And then, someones soft lips were on mine for a few seconds. All too soon they were torn away and the pumping began again. I remember how nice the lips felt on mine - they felt like they belonged there. It felt right.
Wait a second, why couldn't I open my eyes? Why was my head throbbing so much?
Again, the lips were on mine and I forgot about my worries for a second. The lips pushed air into my body, as I felt my lungs open up. Repeatedly, there a pattern between the rhythmic pumping and then the urgent lips on mine.
Only a second later did I realize someone was doing CPR on me.
WAKE UP, I urged myself. WAKE. THE. HELL. UP.
Then, the next thing I knew, I was coughing up water into the sand, as Angel's voice kept repeating "wake up!".
Rubbing my eyes with my sand covered hands, I began to realize what'd happened to me - I'd been drowning, and someone had saved me. When I rested back on the sand again, I looked up and found myself staring into my rescuers amazing dark brown eyes. The boy leaned over me, a concerned look printed on his tan face. His dark hair was damp from the water and hung loose at his forehead as he perched over me.
If I wasn't so shaken from ALMOST DYING, I would have noted how unbelievably sexy this guy was with his shirt of.
Oh, well I guess I just did.
But let me tell ya, this guy must work out. His body was just so amazing! For a second I wondered what it would be like to touch those muscles on his chest, run my fingers through that silky dark hair . . .
Wait. Scratch that. Forget I said anything, I'm half delirious, remember?
Gradually, I began to realize his lips were moving (the lips that were "kissing" me!) as if he were trying to say something. I broke out of my haze instantly. "What?"
"Oh, Max!" said Angel as she lunged herself at me, gripping my body with a force I didn't know a girl so young and small could possess. Was she sitting by me this whole time?
I looked back up at the guy, who gave a sheepish half smile. "I was saying, do you think you need to go to the hospital?"
Much to my embarrassment, it took me a second to understand what he was saying - he probably thought I was stupid, or something. Slowly, I shook my head. "No, I think I'm okay."
He nodded. "I'm N-Fang."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "N-Fang? You sure about that?"
He cracked a small smile. "Fang. Just call me Fang. My real name is Nick, though."
My eyebrows raised, resisting the desire to tease him about his name. "My name's Maximum. Just call me Max, though."
Again, another nod. "Do you need help getting up, Max?"
Again, I shook my head. "I think I've got this." I quickly jumped up, only to have all the blood rush to my head. "Oh crap," I said as I began to fall down into the sand. My shoulder was hurting like hell. I think I might have broken my collar bone, god dammit.
Fang put his stead hands under my arms and helped lift me up very gingerly. He then slung my arm around his neck and held me up by my waste. "Yeah, you've got it," he said sarcastically.
I made a mental note in the back of my head to flick him off for that later but . . . right now I just wanted to go take a shower and get under the covers of my bed. "Can you help me get back to my house?"
"Yeah, you're staying at the beach house right next to mine, you know," he said wistfully.
"Oh, really?"
With a guy like him living next door to me, this should be an interesting summer.
Ahhh I'm so. so. sooooo tired. And frustrated. I wrote this whole chapter out on my ipad and then POOF it was gone. So. I had to rewrite it allllll again. Yes. That's just how stupid I am for not pressing the save button . . . Oh well, ya live and learn right?
So guess what? Most of the events that are going to happen in this story are things that have happened to me! So, this should be fun to write(:
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! There will be more soon. Please R&R!
Love
Laurel Alex