Chapter 7: Arrival

Fang POV
(**Thursday** For those of you who are confused, Im going to be putting the day on the top now;) )

*My Universe, Will Never Be The Same, Im Glad… *

My radio alarm blared the song "Im Glad You Came, by The Wanted" before I shut it off and got out of my warm bed, groaning.

I got dressed and grabbed my bag, stuffing everything in it. I grabbed the breakfast my mom gave me on the way downstairs and walked outside, waiting for the bus to get here. When the bus finally came, I got on and took a seat next to some random chick with her iPod cranked up so loud even I could hear it. It wasn't even a good song. She was listening to those new electronic songs that use autotune for everything. Im one of those people who live in the 2000-2010 music generation.

When we got to the school I was one of the first people to get off the bus. I only had 3 minutes. Why did I even take the bus today? Oh right, because I was too lazy to just walk here. Anyways, I rushed to my locker, opened it, shoved my stuff in, got my English stuff out, and rushed to class. Iggy was already in his seat as I entered with one minute to spare.

"Hey, bro." Iggy said, "We get our letters from our 'Pen-pals' today."

"Cool. This should be interesting." I say, as the bell rings.

"Ohkay class, our letters have arrived! When I call your name, come up and get it!" Mrs. Tyler exclaimed, excitedly, practically jumping.

I ignored her until she got to Iggy's name. Iggy got up and received his letter, opening it immediately. Iggy pulled out a STACK of papers. And by stack I mean seriously like 15 pages. Oh, he'll have fun reading that. After Iggy got to reading I ignored everything again until it got to me.

"Nick Todder!"

I walked up to Mrs. Tyler and took my letter. I walked back to my desk, afraid to open it immediately. What if it was like Iggy's? I wouldn't read it all, that's for sure. Well, here goes nothing.

I opened the letter and let out a sigh of relief. My partner didn't even write a full page, let alone 15! Good.

I started reading and was surprised. Maybe she isn't like all those other girls. The prissy ones who love shopping.

Well this is interesting, I think, while tearing out a sheet of paper and writing my letter back.

Dear Maximum ,

I love writing, honestly. But I love writing on blogs, not letters.

No, I wont tell you what my blog is, by the way.

But, Hey, im just glad...

Max POV

**Starting at the morning for her, Still Thursday**

"MAX, GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF BED!" Jeb yelled.

See how lovely my wake up calls are? I get it everyday.

"I'm up, Jeb. You don't have to yell." I said, irritated. Yeah, I'm not a morning person.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?" He yelled, his voice threatening.

Honestly, I didnt care what he did to me today. This shit is getting old.

So, there was my first mistake of the day.

I rode the bus to school, my left eye swelling up and my body covered in bruises. I didn't have time to hide my black eye and I didn't have time to prepare myself for the painful day ahead of me.

You know, when you're in pain, you suddenly realize how much people bump into you or touch you slightly on accident.

So, I was walking down the hall, faster than usual because I just wanted to sit down already, Sitting was way less painful than standing, when somebody decided, 'Oh I'm just going to bump into you today!'

Yeah, no me gusta. (A/N: I felt the need to put that there. (; )

I dropped all of my books and fell to the ground. Normally I could take the impact of the push, but as you all know, I'm not in the best shape today.

I just lay there for a bit, feeling like I couldn't get up, but finallymy brain decided to tell my body to move. I got up and watched the retreating figure of the person who bumped into me. The jerk didn't even help me pick up my books!

I gathered all my books and headed off to first hour. This was going to be a longgg day.