Max Pov:

I turn over in my bed and immediately fall onto the floor, dragging all my blankets with me.

I groan groggily and look at my watch.

10:15! Crap! I'm late for schoo-

Oh, yeah. It's Sunday.

I let myself fall back kinda sideways onto my mattress with my legs hanging off onto the floor.

Sundays are my only days to relax.

Between school and "The Angel Experiment", I don't have much free time.

I'm at school Monday-Friday from 6:30-1:30.

Then, every day I get home from school and do homework.

Not to mention band practice Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 4-7. Sometimes later.

We also have a regular gig on Saturdays at "Nevermore"- an underground club that doesn't really care about "age restrictions".

So, yeah. Sundays.

I stand up and change out my PJs for sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt with some sort of company logo I've never heard of emblazoned on the front.

I shuffle over to my "kitchen" and pop an easy mac into the microwave for breakfast.

Once the little beeping thing beeps, I take out the cup- burning my fingers as I do so.

Ugh. I can't even use the microwave properly.

Shrugging, I take a big bite, probably burning off all my taste buds in the process.

Eh.

I finish up and put the empty container in my "dishwasher" a.k.a the trashcan.

I go over to my laptop, and start booting it up.

You might be like: Wait, wait, wait- back up. How can you afford a laptop?

Did you know that they sell laptops at goodwill?

Who knew?

People donate them because they are slow n' stuff.

Mine works great. It just takes a while to start it up. Once you have it booted up, though, it works perfect.

I donno why someone got rid of it.

Idiot.

Oh well, better for me anyways.

I usually spend most of my Sundays goofing off on my violin and reading manga on the internet.

I've been reading one recently that I've really gotten into.

It's by this guy named "Fang" and it's called "Saving the World and- Oh! New chapters! Yes!

I eagerly click on the link and start reading.

No way!

The woman Molar loves turns out to be evil and he has to kill her?

Seriously? Poor Molar.

What I wouldn't give to meet this "Fang" guy. He's a genius and his drawings are so detailed.

He conveys motion and feeling and everything just flows.

I wish I could draw like that.

I quickly type a type out a glowing review and shut my laptop.

I make my way to my music room snagging my IPod along the way.

And before you ask, no I didn't get my IPod at Goodwill.

I've had it for years. It's one of those old IPod classics.

Indestructible with practically unlimited space- I have it loaded up with thousands of my favorite songs.

I love it.

One of my favorite things to do is plug my IPod into my amps and play along with the music. In these moments I am part of Apopalyptica, Evanescence, Bond- any and all bands with violin parts.

It's an amazing feeling. I only wish that I can be as good as these bands someday. It's my dream. It is my sincerest belief that nothing could be better than playing the violin and singing all day.

I'm not on that level yet.

But, I swear that I will be someday- nothing will stop me from fulfilling my dream, not even my past.