A/N:
Hola gente de la tierra y la ficción del ventilador! (Translation for you people that don't know Spanish. Hello people of earth and fan fiction!)
I am very bored again. Very very bored! So bored I could kill me self .So bored I watched 5 scary movies and didn't scream once( but I did when the toaster popped. ) Not very funny. T But the fun gets to start when I get this bright green lumpy cast off my ankle and go swimming, skateboarding, walk, run, skip, well you get the idea. Just can't wait and someone has to remind me to wear sunscreen. I'll leave that job to the dumb-ass friend sitting next to me. Ouch! Ashlyn slapped me.
Disclaimer- I don't own Maximum Ride. I own me that's it. (Just because I keep forgetting the disclaimer)
While I go beat her up please read!
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Chapter 8—Ballard Game
Max P.O.V.
Two weeks past faster than I thought it would. We went to the mall, where Ella and Nudge bombarded me with clothes and shoes. It took all my strength but I refused the bambi eyes (my only weakness). So now I have a whole closet full of t-shirts, pants, shorts, converse, and a few other things.
"MAX GET UP!" see why need an alarm clock when you have Nudge to wake you up every morning?
"Five more years" I mumbled half-asleep. I was wondering why Nudge was waking me up so early on a weekday. Normally I slept tell about noon then it hit me. It was the first day of Hell high. Great (note sarcasm). I rolled over the best I could and before I know it I was hitting the floor. Nudge helped me up but was trying to stifle and laugh.
"Nudge get out so I can get dress"
"But." She couldn't get the rest of that sentence out because I cut her off. Aw sweet silence.
"No Nudge. You're not giving me a makeover and there's no way in hell you're going to pick out my outfit" With that I pushed her out my door and turned the look. Again, aw sweet sweet silence. I hopped over to my small closet and pulled out a Silver ish tank-top, Black skinny jeans, a leather looking jacket and one knee high black convers.( A/N: Link to outfit on profile) I could only wear one because the stupid lumpy cast covered up my whole foot. I quickly put on my clothes (had a little trouble with my skinny jeans but I managed) and I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth and brush the wild tangles out or my dirty blonde hair. As long as it didn't look like a wilds Mane I was fine.
Grabbing my crutches, which were placed by my door, I managed to hop down the steps and into the kitchen where the most delicious smell was coming from. I sat down in my usual place next to Angel and a plate filled with bacon and eggs was pushed in front of me. As soon as Mrs. Martinez sat it down I pounced on it. In less than ten minutes my food was gone and I was rubbing my tummy and happiness.
"Okay guys time for school" Mrs. Martinez shouted from somewhere in the house. Getting up Angel Handed me my bag which was filled with school supplied. My bag was black with a pink gem skull on it.(A/N: link to bag on profile) The pink was kind of bad but it was the only sling bad that I could find that I actually liked and Angel said she liked it and who can say no to that? Some stupid hobo that's who! (No offence to hobo's). Anyway, apparently being hurt was not a good enough excuse for Mrs. Martinez so I was stuck walking to school with everyone else. We had to drop Angel and Gazzy off at the elementary school then we had to drop Nudge and Ella off at the middle school. Wishing them all good luck we made our way to Hawking High school. Fang, Iggy and I were all going to be freshmen this year. This should be exciting. But I was a wee bit nervous because these people have been together for years. But being Maximum Ride I didn't show it. Oh, that reminds me. Being sneaky, Mrs. Martinez signed me up to school using the name Hope Kristina Bryson. I didn't know anyone over the age of 20 could be sneaky. Guess I was proved wrong. I just hope I can remember my name and not randomly blurt out Maximum Ride.
Breaking out of my brain bubble I saw that we had finally arrived at Hell... cough. I mean Hawking High school.
"Welcome to Hell High M-Hope." Guess Iggy had the same idea as me. Leading me to the office the guys disappeared just as I entered the door.
"Excuse me are you Hope Bryson?" asked the lady behind the front desk.
"Yes"
"Great! Here's your schedule and locker number and comb. Your guide should be here in a few minutes" Ugg to perky for a Monday morning. I grabbed the paper and crutched over to a hard looking plastic chair and plopped down in it. Now to wait...
A few minutes later a girl appeared in front of me. She had brown curly hair, glasses and was wearing blue skinny jean with rips, a green shirt that said mean girl boot camp and black converse. Taking a deep breath she asked
"Would you be happen to be Hope"
"Depends on who's asking" She just laughed and helped me up.
"I'm Darian. I'm supposed to be your "guide" for the day" Darian said putting air quotes around guide. I chuckled.
"Well Darian I think your funny so I'm making you my honorary best friend" I said laughing a bit at the end.
She started laughing and by the end of it. We were both holding our sides and gasping for air.
"Well all right then. Let's go find your crappy locker and I'll show and help you to your first class" She looked down at my schedule and saw that we have all classes together.
"Wanna sit with me at lunch too?" She asked
"Sure" I smiled and nodded. With that she grabbed my arm and started leading me too my locker and helped my anytime I would slide against the floor with my crutches.
Maybe just maybe I was making a real friend.
My first friend in 14 years. I'm on a roll!
A/N: and that's a rap. Please review and you'll get the lunch scene which I can promise a fight with Lissa.*cracks madly*. Please review and tell me if you like it or hate it.
AND I FINALLY GOT TO PUT A FRIEND IN MY STORY!*woot!* the girl Darian (Pronounced Dare-e-en)
Is one of my friends. Her last names McCoy so full name is Darian Nicole McCoy. ((Shh don't tell her I told you this. She will kill me. Ha)
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