So how many times do i need to apologize here? I know im slacking in updating and everything else, like sending out thank you responses to those who reviewed for the chapters. I am sorry. And THANK YOU ALL WHO HAVE REVIEWED THIS STORY! I APPRECIATE YOU GUYS SOO MUCH! I know you don't want to here the excuse, but im sorry, i have to say it anyways. The reason why i havent been reviewing like i should have been is because i barely have time at home to write. I really only have time to do the final touches when i upload it into the document manager and write this and things like that. I only can really write when im in computers class and there i only have like 20minutes left of class once i finish the stupid work. And also, I had the story done 3 days ago, but I was really sick and was constantly sleeping so no time to update. Ill try to write faster though. Only when i write faster, it tends to be more boring and sloppy. So lets say i am for updating once a week at the least?
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. JP does. I do own Jordan (MWAHAHAHAHAHA :) ), the plot, and anyone else you dont recognize in the story.
Now on to the story. We're on the first day of school :)
Read on!
Chapter 4
This place was so different from California. The school was smaller, and there were obvious cliques. You had the well known people (as in the popular people that were actually liked), the sluts who thought they were popular (that no one liked), the freaks, the goths, the nerds, the jocks, the "theatrical people", the gangsters, and the mixtures that got along with everyone. Back in California, everyone got along because we all were alike.
Another thing was that this school was smaller, but more complicated. Nothing was grouped together. It was so hard to find things! Speaking of which, where is the counselor's office so Ella and I could get our schedules?
"Hey. You seem lost. Do you need help finding something?"
I turned around to see the guy that was at the mall during that little fiasco. Dylan I think was his name. He was a little over six feet tall, with very dark blonde hair, and turquoise eyes, kind of like the color of the Caribbean. He was also pretty bulky.
My god. I'm turning into such a sap.
"Ugh I guess that would be okay." Usually I wouldn't want help from a total stranger, but I just couldn't say now. He had such an adorable face.
Snap out of it Max! Get your head out of the cloud!
"Okay cool. I'm Dylan by the way."
"I'm Max. This is my sister Ella."
"Cool. The counselor's office is this way. Just follow me."
"Alright, thanks."
"No problem. Oh and I'm sorry about the other day at the mall with Sam. He usually is a good guy. I just don't know what had gotten into him."
"Its what ever. Its over and done with, I just do not want to be around him."
"I don't think you'll have to worry about that for a little while. You really took a toll to his face. He is kind of afraid to show his face in school right now."
"He should be. That's nothing compared to what I usually do to jerks who mess with me."
"Well remind me not to get on your bad side then." He finished with a smile. He actually really did have such a cute smile.
Knowing that this conversation was over seeing that I wasn't replying, Dylan said, "Well here we are. This is the counselor's office. Ill see you around. Just let me know if you need anything."
"Okay, thanks."
"Don't mention it. See you around Max. And you too Ella."
"Bye Dylan." Ella said with a giggle. She's such a girl. With an exchange of waves, Dylan was gone and Ella and I went into the office.
"Hello there. What can I do for you?" A woman about in her late fifties was sitting behind the desk. She had short, curly red hair and square glasses over her eyes.
"Um, I'm Max Martinez and this is my sister Ella. We're new here."
"Agh yes, that's right. I have your schedules and information packet right here. This is the map of the school and your locker with its code. I need you to get this sheet right here signed by all of your teachers today and bring it back to me at the end of the day. And this sheet I need you to get signed by your parents and brought back to me tomorrow morning. Here is your schedule and your handbook. Do you have any questions?"
"Um, no I don't think so. Do Max?"
"Yeah, when's lunch?" Ella sighed.
"Because your forth period class is on the three hundred hall, you will have B lunch, which is at around eleven thirty. Your lunch lasts around thirty five minutes."
"Okay cool. Thanks Mrs.-"
"Oh I'm sorry dear. How rude of me not to give out my name. I am Mrs. Henley. Now you too must be getting off to get off to class. It started around five minutes ago. Good luck on your first day and remember to bring those sheets back signed."
Ella and I exited the office and were now in the mostly deserted hallway.
"Let me see your schedule Ella." She handed me her schedule and it looked something like this:
1.. AP Mathematics 2A.. Mrs. Greenwood.. Room 714
2.. AP World History 2A.. Mr. Howard.. Room 803
3.. Art 1A.. Ms. Lee.. Fine Arts
4.. Spanish 2A.. Mrs. Martinez.. Room 309
5.. AP Biology 1A.. Mr. Brooks.. Room 404
6.. AP Literature 2A.. Mrs. Cartwright.. Room 1124
7.. Physical Education.. Coach Johnson.. Gym
She is quite the smart one. She's been one of the top in her class for quite a while now.
"Lets see yours Max."
1.. American Literature.. Mrs. Thompson.. Room 206
2.. Theatrical Arts.. Mrs. Thorn.. Theatre
3.. U.S. History.. Mr. Vance.. Room 315
4.. AP Chemistry.. Mr. Collins.. Room 416
5.. AP Mathematics 3A.. Ms. Conley.. Room 942
6.. Chorus.. Mrs. Stevens.. Fine Arts
7.. Physical Education.. Coach Johnson.. Gym
"Hey! That's cool! We have the same seventh period as each other." Ella commented after she looked at the both of our schedules.
"Yeah that's cool. I guess we should head to class since she said it started like 5 minutes ago. According to the map, you're that way and I'm this way. You need help finding the room?"
"No thanks Max. I think I got where to go. Have fun! Bye!"
"Bye. Be safe."
"Yeah, sure Max. What ever." With a smile and a wave, she walked down the hall to her class.
I guess its time for me to find my class. Now let's see. There's the 300 hall.. 400 hall.. Aghhh the 200 hall. Can these people not number their halls right? Okay 201.. 202.. 203.. 204.. 205.. 206. Here it is.
I guess it's now or never.
"-accused Tituba of… Oh this is our new student class. Her name is Maxine-"
"Maximum. But I go by Max."
"Um right. Class this is Max Martinez. She's new here so I expect you to be the kind, young, bright ones you are and be nice and help her out."
Really? Kind teenagers? Hah she must be joking. Mrs. Thompson was a chubby, older looking lady. She looked to be about in her fifties.
"Max, would you like to tell us a little about your self."
"Nope." I said popping the p.
"Alright. So where are you from?"
Did she not just here that I said no?
"California."
"Oh how lovely. Did you enjoy it there?"
"Can I just sit down now?"
"Oh yes dear. Why don't you go sit over there between Jordan and Samuel. Please raise your hands so she can see where to go."
I looked around to find the two boys I have to sit between only to find one was a girl and the other was… Sam?
Oh hell no.
"Yeah, um Mrs. What-ever-your-name-is, this isn't going to work. I am not going to sit beside the sexist jerk over there. I'll just go sit over there by those two people."
"Its Mrs. Thompson young lady and you will go it by him and Jordan. Now move your feet, your disrupting my class and wasting my time."
This was going to be a very long class with me sitting by Sam. And not to mention the teacher was a real bitch. But if this is how its going to be, at least that Jordan girl looks nice. She was a blonde with blue eyes. From sitting down, she looked kind of tall. Maybe about 5'9", like me. She had a blue and black stripped long-sleeve polo on with jeans and Sperrys.
"Now class. Back to the Crucible. We had just read that Abigail accused Tituba..."
I tuned out Mrs. Whatever and pulled out a sheet of paper and began to write. Now I know what your thinking and no. I don't keep a diary, a journal, write stupid, sappy poetry, or stories. I write music. Music does involve poetry, but its not like the stupid kind. You know what I mean.
"Hey, Im Jordan." I heard the girl next to me whisper. I looked up to see her looking back at me.
"Max." I whispered back.
"I like your name. It's really sporty sounding."
"Thanks… I guess."
"No problem. So, do you play any sports?"
"Softball, volleyball, basketball, equestrian, gymnastics, football, and more. You name it, I probably play it."
"That's awesome. I play a little bit of a lot of sports as well."
"Cool."
"So can I see your schedule?
I handed her my schedule and then went back to writing. She glanced over it.
"We only have this and Chemistry together."
"Oh dang. I need a friend here. But don't we go to lunch with our forth period?"
"Yeah we do! You should sit with me and my friends. We'd love to have you with us. And I heard you had a sister. She can sit with us too."
"Alright thanks."
"Ms. Martinez and Ms. Jones,please stop talking and pay attention." Mrs. Cranky lady said.
"Sorry Mrs. Thompson." Jordan replied.
As the teacher went back to discussing what ever play we were reading, I looked around the class room to see who was all in here. It turned out just about every one I've already met, i.e. the mall incident, was in this class. Dylan, Fang, the red head that was sitting beside Fang at the mall, and as you know, Sam.
A little piece of paper landed in front of me. I opened it and read it. It said this:
(Sam. Max.)
Hey baby. It's nice to see you again :P
Speak of the devil and the devil shall appear.
F off.
Sweetie, I don't think you should be using that kind of language around me.
I don't think you want to be bothering me. Remember what I did to you at the mall?
Yes. I do. I haven't forgotten baby. And you will pay for doing that.
I don't think so.
I do. And I will get you back. I don't think you know what im capable of doing new girl. I would watch your back if I were you. ;)
What ever you say. And now F off.
You are forewarned.
I didn't reply to him. I just balled up the piece of paper and threw it into the trash can.
The next few classes went by and it was now lunch time. My second, third, and fourth classes weren't so bad. Dylan had been in every single on of them, as well as Fang. Sam was just in my third period class, which was U.S. History. And like Jordan said, we had fourth period together, so we walked to the lunch room together.
"Surprisingly the lunch room food here is good. Most places give you fake meat for hamburgers and stuff, but here we actually get it from a restaurant." Jordan said as we were in line to get our food.
"Well that's good."
I ended up getting a cheeseburger with fries, a little salad on the side, and two cookies. I love my chocolate chip cookies as you should know. Jordan just got a sub and some chips.
While we were walking to her table, Jordan was telling me about the school here. She pointed out who to talk too, who to stay away from, and what to do and what not to do. The normal things a high school has.
When we approached her table, I recognized a few of the people sitting there. There were only a few sitting there now, but I saw that more would be arriving by the size of the clutter on the table.
"Guys, this is Max. Max, this is Iggy, J.J., Jeremiah, and Hunter." Jordan said introducing us to everyone. "Nudge should be around soon and who knows if he's going to sit with us today."
That got my attention
"Who is he?" I asked.
"It's Nick. Or Fang as he likes to go by. He use to sit with us, but lately he's been sitting with them." She said pointing at a table across the cafeteria.
I turned to look and saw that it was the same group from the mall. Fang, sure enough, was there, but he didn't look to happy. He kept glancing at our table. His face remained emotionless while everyone around him was laughing.
"He started sitting with them ever since the football season started. The coach talked him into playing so they pretty much forced him to sit over there." The guy named Iggy said.
Iggy was a tall, about maybe 6'4", pale, boy with strawberry blonde hair. His eyes were a cloudy looking blue.
Wait a minute. Is he-
"Yeah he's blind. But that's something he'll have to tell you on his own when he's ready." Jordan whispered to me.
"Oh," was my reply.
About five minutes later, Nudge and Ella showed up.
"Oh em gee Max! We were just looking for you! Ella said that you probably had found someone to sit with by now so I told her that she could just come sit with me and my friends. But what do you know! My friends happen to be your friends now! That's totally awesome! We should-"
"Nudge for the love of god, please shut up!" The guy who was named Hunter said.
"Sorry."
We ate and talked for the rest of lunch. Soon it was time to go to the last three classes of the day.
Sure enough, Fang has been in every single one of my classes. I didn't expect him to be in my Chorus class, but sure enough when I walked in, he was there. Sam hasn't been in anymore of my classes yet, but gym was next, and everyone seemed to be in there. Same with Dylan. I had a few classes with the people who sat at the table with us as well. They were also in my gym class. It seemed like a big time for gym.
"Okay guys. Today will be a free day because the other coaches and I are getting the schedules made for the season. No sitting though! You have to do something. And yes Lissa, practicing your stretches on the floor, is considered sitting. You can play basketball, nine-square, walk the track, flag football, or anything else that you want to do. But if I catch you sitting, you'll be on the track running for the rest of the week. You got that.?"
"Yeah coach."
"Okay then guys, have at it."
So we were off to do something. The coach had given us our own gym clothes and said that if we wanted to dress out we could or we could wait until tomorrow. Of course we chose today. Me, Jeremiah, and Hunter chose to play flag football while Ella, Nudge and Iggy walked the track. Jordan was with J.J. inside playing nine-square.
"Hey new girl. This is football. Not some little prissy game. I hope you know what your doing." Some guy standing with the jocks, who I assumed to be apart of the football team, yelled at me.
"I know. I just hope you know what your getting yourself into."
"We'll just see about that."
Let the games begin.
Sorry, i just had to end it here. One, because i want to talk about the game, but if i did it on this chapter, it would have gone on forever, and you would get sooooo bored! So the next chapter will start off with the game:)
So, i have alot of ideas for my story, but im also open to new ideas:) If you have any ideas or requests that you want to see in the story, just pm me and ill see what i can do.
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