Merhaba! (Hello! In Turkish.)

I'm running out of languages here people! Feel free to give me ideas! (I'll give you language credit).

Okay, shout out! To Timmons1998 who emailed me to update AND BLEW MY EARDRUMS OUT WITH ALL THE CAPS! Read her story, it's really good.

I felt like being evil in this one. You'll understand what I mean.

On bölümle! (On with the chapter! In Turkish)

"Max! Get in the bloody car!"

"Not on my Saturday!"

"Dad says you got to!"

"Jeb says a lot of things."

"Maximum! Get in that car this instance!" Ahhh, don't you just love family Saturdays? The ones where everybody's home, including the parentels who take such joy in breathing down your neck?

Yeh, didn't think so. Anyway, Ella was trying (with Jeberoos help) to get me into the car to go to the mall. Yes, the place of hot dudes and shopping for the average teenager, but for me? Pure and simple torture.

This is pretty usual for this house. At least, 6 months of the year. And do I despise those 6 months with a vengeance. So, anyway, I wouldn't get into the car, they were mad. Then Ange jumps in.

"Maxie? Could you get me a new teddy? Maggie got a new one, and I really want one. Because then we have equal amount. I learnt that in math yesterday." She rambled of, looking at me with expectant eyes.

Sighing I walked back into the house. Grabbing my bag (wallet included) I walked back into the strangely sunny driveway. Ella grinned, and Jeb put his hand on my shoulder as I walked past. He pulled me back.

"I've got my eye on you." He whispered, grin placed on his wrinkled face for Ella and Ange. I narrowed my brown eyes followed by my trade mark smirk.

"And me you." I muttered before roughly pushing past him. Game on.

Ella gave me a scrutinising look before she just sighed.

I was in knee length, worn out denim shorts, a plain black tank top with a grey backpack held together by silver duct tape. I rolled my eyes as the car started.

She was in very short shorts made from navy denim, a white off the shoulder top with a tight waist and a plunging neckline that plunged very far. Paired off with wedges.

I'm ashamed to be related to her. I'm sure the feelings mutual.

The awkward silence started getting to me. So I used my initiative and turned on the radio. Some random song blasted through. I hated it. I turned it off. And we kept driving. In the end I started humming.

"Maximum! Shut up!" She shouted with irritation. I turned to the side mirror, tongue poked out. Suddenly I saw a looming building. Judging by Ella's grin- The Rides Have Entered the Building.

"She pulled off the busy highway to a less busy side road. A few minutes of cars and tarmac later, we pulled into a multi story car park.

We both leant forward to spot a space. Man! It's packed today! Full, full, empty! We both spotted the spot at the same time.

Ella skidded the car into the spot and we both picked up our luggage. The door slammed open and we got out. Time to get this show on the road.

-Time Skip for a good few hours-

"No, I am NOT wearing that!"

"Please Maxie?"

"I am not wearing that rag!" The shop assistant glared at me from the counter. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to Ella. She had some skimpy dress shoved at my face.

It was pink, and flowy, and short. Obscenely short.

I shook my head for the millionth time and grabbed her tiny wrist. I dragged her across to a neighbouring shop. We stopped at the display.

It featured a pair of electric blue skinny jeans. I turned to her.

"I want those." We walked to the neighbouring display. It had a loose black top with 9¾ written on the front in a circle.

"And that." I stated pointing. She knew my size. She sighed but nodded.

"I have converse." She turned to face me. She wore an evil grin of the Ella kind.

"No. We're getting your heels from my choice of shop. That's final!"

"But-"she smothered my mouth with one hand while using the other one to drag me to a very girly looking shop.

We crossed the barrier and I was in girl land. Girl land scares me.

Ella squealed as she spotted some of her cheerleading buddies. She rush over, me in tow. One was a red head, a black one, and like, three blondes. Kill me now.

"Hey guys! Can you help me find Max here some heels that go with electric blue skinnies and a black top?" And I thought I over explain. They squealed in response. Really?

"OMG! Totes! That would be fantastical on the funnosity scale!" All five said in sync. Creepy.

They dragged me over to the shoe isle and began scouring for, in their words, 'the most fantastically smexylicious pair of heels ever invented'. Yeh, I hate girl world.

They all suddenly screamed (strangely the assistant only glared at me) at something they found. I'm ashamed of Ella.

They all ran over holding a pair of blue, very strappy, very high heels. I raised an eyebrow at their expectant faces. Sitting down on a nearby bench I slid off my converse. They groaned at my mismatched socks.

I took the offending heels from Ella's outstretched hand as I pulled off my socks. Slipping them on I did up the slim straps and stood up.

They all jumped up and down. I was towering over them due to the whole heel being at least 4 inches big. Ella pushed me back into the seat and took them off my feet. Red head started talking.

"Totally. They are PERFECT!" All the others nodded.

"Max! Gimme your wallet." Ella commanded. Manicured hand outstretched.

"Umm! No! Pay for them yourself. I'll be giving them to you after anyway." I said annoyed. I'm not paying for these.

"Fine." She muttered. I smirked as her friends fanned away. Phones glued to their ears. How much more cliché teenage girl could you get?

I followed her to the counter. She paid. We left. End of story.

-Time Skip to Evening-

"Max! We're leaving now!" I groaned as I got off my feet. I stopped at the mirror to give myself a once over.

The jeans were pretty comfortable. Same for the top. Ella had made me get rid of the backpack. The heels were bearable. But I hated them with a vengeance. La-Dee-Dah. Mum had made me let Ella do my hair and make-up.

My hair was lightly curled, pulled back in a high ponytail, a few chunks left loose. She had done a 'smoky eye' with kind of darkish red lips. Basically, I felt like a Barbie.

I clonked down the stairs to the living room. Ella had a glittery, layered mini skirt, high high heels, a black singlet tucked in, and a yellow clutch thingy. She gave me a satisfied smirk and walked out.

Angel sprinted over. She wrapped me up in a big hug.

"Have fun Maxie! We're watching a DVD while you're gone!" She said grinning. I ruffled her hair.

"Don't have too much fun without me!" I said laughing.

She shook her head solemnly. And I busted out laughing again. I handed her a white angel teddy from the mall. She squealed and ran off to show Val.

I strolled out the door to my car. I opened the driving door. Where Ella was sitting.

"Move." I ordered. She rolled her eyes, but shifted to the passenger seat.

I slid in and started the car.

The car rumbled to life and we were off.

"No Max! That way!" Ella yelled as I pulled off left. Grumbling I did a U turn.

-Time Skip of 20 or so Minutes-

"This one?" I asked sarcastically. I pulled in as Ella nodded. It was pretty obvious, due to the dozens of cars, and hundreds of teens loitering outside. Not to mention the thudding music.

I stepped out of the car in sync with Ella. She jogged off to her waving friends. Effectively leaving me alone.

With nothing else to do I wandered inside. It's a sardine tank in here. I stepped into a corner of the room. Some drunk guy came stumbling up. He handed me a red cup of liquor.

As he stumbled off I placed it on a table. I'm not getting pissed at some party. I could see Ella by the drinks table. She better not get drunk.

People yelling, people jumping, random crappy music, the stench of alcohol. This is why I don't go out.

Someone threw their arm over my shoulder. I threw it off. Turning around, I saw a drunk... Dylan? I frowned.

"Dylan!" I yelled over the music.

"Huh! Oh, hey Maxie poops!" He slurred. I saw red. Breathing in I pushed him away. He fell over rather comedically. I turned in disgust. Only to slam into a white chest. I stepped back angrily.

"Whoa dudette! Chill! I'm Iggy." He said. Arm's up in surrender. I glared, and looked behind him. Dylan was staggering up towards me.

'Iggy' turned and saw him. He looped his arm in mine and took off outside.

"So, I'm here with a mate. And you are?" I heard him yell over the music.

"None of your bloody business!" I said annoyed. Iggy grinned. That name sounds really familiar.

"You should meet my very emo friend. I'll go get him. Or do you want to help me find him?" He asked.

I zeroed in on a drunk Ella flirting with some 20 odd dude. Guess we're leaving.

'I'm leaving. Terrifically nice to meet you Iggy." I muttered sarcastically as I walked off.

"Ella. We're going!" I yelled over the music. Now Justin Bieber or something.

"No Max! Meet Jake. I'm going home with him!" She slurred. I grabbed her arm. The dude grabbed her as well.

How dare he take advantage of my little sister? The dude got up with a grin. I glared at him.

"Hey girlie! You wanna come with us?"

I snapped! Okay? So, I punched that blimmin perv square in the jaw. My fist made contact with a satisfying 'crunch'. Blood spurts out dramatically.

He groaned, but straightened too fast for my liking. He grinned, letting go of Ella's wrist. Before I could react he threw a right hook to my jaw.

My head swung and I saw red. I breathed in deep. I kicked him in the groin, elbowed his jaw hard, and finished it off by boxing his ears. I jumped back. He paused for a second before crumpling.

In the corner I could see Iggy start to run up. That little distraction was my down fall.

Jake got up, and threw a punch to my eye. I stood stunned as the pain ripped through my face. Intensifying my glare, I looked at his smug chuckling. Formulating a plan.

With ninja like speed I did a mutant strong roundhouse kick to his ribs. I could hear a few cracks. Tackling him to the ground I sat on top of him. I punched him many, many times. I couldn't think clearly.

Suddenly, Ella's scream rips through my ears. I stop. Closing my eyes I jump up gracefully. Slinking past the crowds of people watching me, some in awe. But not many.

I grabbed Ella and we walked out to my car. I ordered her to get in while I went back to get her clutch. I'm not letting her go back in there.

I crossed the littered front yard. Have fun clearing that up. I swung open the door. The partying had resumed strangely quickly.

I spotter it on a couch. Just as I grabbed it, someone shook my shoulder. Spinning around, I sighed when I saw it was just Iggy.

"I found my friend! You kicked that dude's ass! Oh no! Emo friends gone!" He yelled. I opened my mouth to tell him to shove off.

"I'll meet you at your car with him! Your soul mates!"He ran off again. Strange boy. Wonder why I've never seen him before.

I walked back to the car, got in and peeled out of there with a drunk Ella. I checked the rear view mirror as we turned off. Iggy was pulling some guy clad in black; we were too far away to see their faces.

-20 minute Time Skip-

We pulled in and Jeb ran out. Looking pissed. I checked my watch. Crap, 1am. I shot out of the car and went to the side to get Ella out. Jeb beat me there.

"Max! How could you let your sister get into this state? It was your responsibility as the eldest, to stop her getting in harm's way. Do you understand?" He barked.

"No! She's not a baby anymore! She has a mind of her own! And I do more for her than you realise!" I yelled back, storming inside to my bedroom. Pulling open the door I spotted a letter on my bed. I picked it up and began reading.

Hey Maxie-Kins!

What do you think of your nickname? Not that I care. I'm using it anyway.

Nope! I claimed the top bunk first! It's all mine, precious.

Don't you DARE call me Fangles Maxie-Kins. It's disrespectful to your elders! I think I'm older... I'm more mature anyway.

Really Max? Not past pointless lies and sarcasm yet? I'm ashamed to call myself your pen-pal. Now, as payback, I ORDER you to give me your list. Mwahahaha!

Wow I'm hyper. Blame it on the imaginary candy.

I won Little Mr Sexy. Well, I won it at 17. Otherwise, that'd be creepy... Almost Barbie creepy...

I bet you played with Babies as a wee munchkin.

Well Hah! You forgot his time. We're terrible at this game.

Ever been in trouble with the law? I kind of have... I was sued, almost.

Describe the person you'd love to murder, brutally. A lot of the time it's my mate. Tall, pale blue eyes, pale spiky hair, wears pale colours. My polar opposite.

Fang

Fly On

P.S- Why do we keep doing P.S's?

P.P.S- Language Maxie-Kins! Even if you did go to the trouble of 'Beeping'.

I chuckled and started to find a pen and paper. Under my bed they were, Yoda Voice!

Hey Fangles!

WOW! So Original-

Okay, to answer the last question, I say I'm a Ravenclaw, but I asked my sister and mum and other people and they say I'm a Gryffindor... I prefer night.

And a question... What are you deathly afraid of?

Blue-Songbirds