Iggy sat in his homeroom, doodling a picture of their horrible math teacher, Mr. Kruenfillo, though many of the students just referred to him as a wide variety of bad words. So far, he had the same lame suit and tie on, the military haircut, and a mouth that was extremely, overly large. With fangs. On second thought...
He quickly scribbled on smoke coming from his ears, snickering loudly. He glanced over to the seat next to him, scanning the classroom for Max. Where was she, anyway? Speaking up, where was his buddy, Fang? He furrowed his brow. This was just weird, extremely fishy. It was usual for Fang and Max to be late serpately, but never at the same time. Did they get into trouble? Maybe they were just cutting today. Yeah, that was all it was.
He frowned as the door was slowly pushed open. Standing in the door frame was a thin, skinny girl, wearing a revealing, skimp pink tanktop and a dark-washed mini-skirt cut right under her bum, standing up in three-inch high heels. Her makeup was so heavily applied on, and her hair was done in some kind of latest trend. He couldn't tell who it was until he squinted his eyes tightly shut and craned his neck forward. He then knew who it was.
That was... Max?
No way. That couldn't have happened to Max. Whatever that actually was. As she propped herself into the seat, plonking her pink backpack in the aisle, She bit down on perfectly manicured nails and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He raised an eyebrow, scribbling down on a piece of paper, "Say, who forced you to wear that monstrousity?", and pushing it into her lap, grinning jokingly.
Max shot him a look, her eyes turning a bit hurt. He raised an eyebrow as she shrugged and nudged to note back to his desk. She bit down on her lip, adverting her look away from his awkwardly and twirling a lock of hair around her finger.
The bell rung and Max shot up, her heels clicking loudly behind her as she dashed out, catching up to some girls, who were like her mirror images. He frowned at her, slowly pulling out of his seat ans slinging his backpack over one of his shoulders. He studied her quickly moving frame carefully. Something was up. She was... she looked tiny and weak, dark circles were ringed underneath her eyes.
He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Next thing he knew, he would walk into science class and Fangles would be absolutely ripped. He laughed at the thought of his buddy beefing up like that.
Yeah, right.
However, as he entered the science class, he wasn't sure what to think anymore. If he couldn't rely on his friends to act normalish, then who could he rely on?
HEY GUYS! IT'S BEEN FOREVERS! Anyway, I have suffered from writer's block for a horribly long time, and for a little while, I forgot about the story, and then my sister did something unspeakably stupid at threw me off for a little while, and after that, my laptop broke down, then I got a new one and it's still breaking so lately I've only been on my 3ds, and... You get the point, right? SORRY! Since school is ending this week, I think I can be able to go back to weekly update, okay? Thanks for supporting me in my dreams of becoming an author, guys! Please check out my two OC storys and also any other stories, if you want. QUESTION OF THE WEEK; SHOULD I TRY WRITING A LEMON? WHAT PAIRING?