Chapter 3: Long Day
Max POV
It was lunch. The most chaotic time of day at school. People pushing to get food, cutting ahead of people for a better spot in the lunch line, and running to a spot beside their friend before somebody else took it.
Complete. Chaos.
I grabbed a tray and waited for everybody to settle down before getting into the lunch line. I grabbed an apple, a piece of pizza and a water, and then paid the ridiculously high price for my food. When I sat down at my table only Nudge, Gazzy and Sam were there.
"Hey guys, where's May and Essence?" I asked, looking confusedly at the two empty seats next to Nudge.
"I think they went out to get food today. I'm going to kill then when they get back, though. I mean, they didn't even tell us! We have to sit here and eat this crappy food and they get to go somewhere amazing and have GOOD food! They. Will. Pay! Ahh. We should-"
Gazzy put his hand over Nudge's mouth before she could go on and make our ears possibly shrivel up, die, and fall off our heads. I wonder if ears can die… No. I don't think they can.
"Max! Max! MAX!"
"WHAT, SAM!" I yelled, shaking myself from my ridiculously random thoughts. I'm definitely turning into Nudge. Ugh. Help me, God.
"You were off in outer space for a little while, Nice of you to come back to earth." Sam said, sarcastically. "Anyways, I just wanted to know what you're doing after school today?"
"Oh, sorry. Uhm… I have to stay after school again. Punishment. Sorry." I said, apologetically, then turned back to my food and started eating.
Sam looked at me with a disappointed expression but then brightened up and said "Well, Tomorrow we should hang out. Kay?"
I laughed. Sam never stops nagging people about something until they finally say yes. Sometimes it was annoying, other times it was slightly cute and funny. "Ohkay Sam, tomorrow it is."
He smiled and we both turned to talk to Nudge and Gazzy, who were staring at each other all googly-eyed. I wonder when they'll finally get together. Will I have to play match-maker again? I think I do. I inwardly smirked. This, was going to be fun.
-DING!-
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day.
Everybody rushed out the door to their friends, cars or busses. I, on the other hand, had to stay after for stupid Geometry tutoring. No, I wasn't the one being tutored, I was the tutor. I hated tutoring people. Mostly because im not the most patient person ever. I honestly lose my patience with someone veryfast.
So, I guess you're sitting there now asking 'Well, you dumb-tard, why are you tutoring if you don't want to? Just finnicking quit. Sheesh.'
Well, my friend, it's not that easy. You see, I get into trouble A LOT. And by a lot I don't mean every month or so, I mean basically everyweek. So, naturally, the principal has to get involved sometime, right? Well, yeah, he does. So, this week I got into trouble for "Talking back" to my Math teacher, Mr. Sailsburg. He's an ass of a teacher, and I cant help it if I happen to talk back to him every once in a while. He hates everyone, except Lissa, and he assigns the hardest math work you could possibly imagine. I mean, I get that we're in 11th grade and we should get harder stuff than usual, but he could at least give us a break every now and then. But, no, that's apparently too much to ask.
Anyways, so yeah, now I have to tutor some dumb-nut on how to do Geometry.
"Max; you're tutoring Bobby Matthews today," Mr. Nelson, the Geometry teacher said as I walked through the door, "and try to be more patient this time, Please."
I smirked and nodded. Mr. Nelson was my favorite teacher. He knew how to make a lesson fun, and he was pretty funny when he wanted to be. He was old, too, if that matters. I don't know; I just love old people. They're always so sweet and cute and they make me want to hug them; but don't tell anyone I just said that 'cause I hate hugs, and if somebody tried to hug me I'd break their arm off.
I sat down in my seat across from Bobby and pulled out a worksheet we got for homework today.
"Hey Bobby, how're you doing?"
"I'm good, Max. Let's just get to the Geometry already," he said with a sigh and a depressed look, "I don't know why you always stall"
"I don't know, I guess it's just in my blood to procrastinate. Okay, here we go. Do as much as you can on this worksheet and if you can't do anything on there then ask me for help, okay? Try your best."
Bobby sighed again, looking down at the worksheet. Suddenly, relief flashed on his face when he seemed to find a question he actually knew how to answer. He started working on it.
And basically the next 15 minutes were of me and Bobby figuring out problems and me re-teaching him the things he didn't get. After our time was up Bobby said "Thanks Max! I owe you big time!" and ran out the door to his car. That boy really wanted to get home it looks like. I don't blame him, though, because I want to go home too. I still have my letter to write and a major butt-load of other homework.
"Bye Mr. Nelson! See you tomorrow!" I called, while walking out the door.
"Bye Max, See ya"
I walked out to my car and sat there for a few minutes, thinking about where I wanted to go. I definitely didn't want to go home; my dad would be there and I didn't want to deal with him. Me and my dad didn't get along to well on our good days, and lets just say our bad days were no walk in the park, either.
I decided on just staying in the parking lot of the school and finishing the letter. Might as well get it over with.
Dear Fang,
I hate writing letters. Blah.
Well, oh well I guess.
Why is your name Fang? Im guessing it's a nickname, because honestly if your parents named you Fang, they need help, because they are definitely obsessed with either Vampires, Twilight, or Biting people.
So, please enlighten me on your history.
Anyways, yeah my name's Maximum Ride, but I go by Max because who wants to be called Maximum all the time? That'd just be annoying.
I mean, teachers would just be all 'Maximum, Turn to page 394'
Yeah, I don't want that to happen.
So, I think this is a pretty good sized letter. Sure.
Erm… Write back, I guess…
Well, you sort of have too, so, yeah. Write back.
From your new best pen-pal,
Max.
