Hey. It's been while, I know. I'm still alive… (But I'm barely breathing.)
I hope you noticed that one reference to Breakeven by The Script, I used to love that song and now I completely disregard it…ever since new songs came out. But whenever I hear the phrase "still alive", I still whisper "but I'm barely breathing". It just reminds me of early 2010, the best part of my seventh grade year…the times where the only thing that crossed my mind was "BLACK EYED PEASE ROCK!" and simple things like "I need to update Breaking Free". Back when I was sure my friends were reading my stories. Back when I HAD friends. My damn new school has made me emo… :P Joking, but I'm not the happiest in the bunch.
And you know what else that should get you excited…?
FOUR MORE FREAKING REVIEWS UNTIL WE REACH THE GOAL OF 60! YES!
And you know what else, FORGET MIKU. KAGAMINE RIN AND LEN ARE JUST…yes. I'm a bit obsessed with them now; I now prefer them as not twins, but "mirror images", as their fan-fictions when they are couples are better, sadly even the "twincest" ones, though that is just off, they aren't twins (Kagami means "mirror" and Ne means "sound")...but whatever.
Oh, and somebody brought up that Fang was too formal for a teenage boy. He was being sarcastic, as my chapter edit stated. I am going back through them all and fixing all mistakes on them right now, I don't know how you stood them originally, because I put so many typos. I am fixing them, not-rewriting them, so if you see any updates, don't expect them to be new chapters for a bit because I'm editing the older ones.
And thank you to: Ur most obsesed fan, Fly On Maximum Taylor Ride, ninjastar954, Guardian Bear, DancingintheRayne, STALLION OF THE CIMARRON, and JezabelStrike.
Anyways, before you are bored to death with my rant about crap you don't care about, here's the chapter!
Max POV
"Are you entirely sure about this, Max?" my counselor, Ms. Hunter, leaned against the wall from her spot in the corner of her office, not bothering to place herself into her leather chair. Her computer from behind her desk on the cabinet had its screen lit up brightly with a virtual chart of my schedule.
"Yes, please. I find it difficult enough already, can you just bring me down to the on-level class? Geometry is racking my mind," I lied through gritted teeth; the real reason I wanted to get out of my geometry class was of that red-haired bitchy girl in my class, Lissa.
I can't really describe at how much the mention of her name mad my blood boil, but she irritated me to no end. Her smug expression and blinding green eyes, and the mess of a wanna-be model-like hair annoyed me. I swear it was a wig.
Now, how somebody of her low IQ level made it to an honors class, I have no clue. She just was so stuck up when I merely just tripped over her giant-ass Coach purse that was just tossed to the floor in the middle of the damn walkway…
I entered the room reluctantly, prepared for virtually anything that this teacher wanted to throw at me. I looked around to find the unnamed tutor, but nobody seemed worthy of it. Everyone had crude nametags on that were taped to their jackets and shirts and they were all blabbing furiously. I was assuming she/he wanted us to know each other's names, because not a chest in sight didn't have the sticker on.
Then a girl that was shorter than me came up with a formal and metal nametag with keys around her neck. "Hello, name?"
I whipped my head to her, as she greeted me from beside the door. "Er…Max…?"
"Ah! Max!" the girl ran off to the teacher's desk, and grabbed a red sharpie and index card. She scurried back to me. "You should write your name on this, oh! And speaking of names, I'm Ms. Jillian. I am your teacher for this year."
Wait…what? I did a double take on the girl – woman – and after a quick examination; it seemed that her expression was clear that she was the teacher. She had black hair that cupped her cheeks and went down to her mid-back, no longer than mine. Ms. Jillian wore glasses over muddy brown eyes, which looked almost like my mother's. Her clothing was the only thing that gave away that she was an adult, a light pink sweater that curved down at the chest and revealed a light grey shirt underneath. Black pants and high-heeled sandals adorned her legs and feet.
"Oh, hello then," I spoke in greeting, almost wary about a red-haired girl who was staring me down. I uncapped the sharpie and wrote my name on the card, placing it up against the wall.
I watched her grab a clip from the desk, and handed it to me. I unhooked the metal and pulled it to hold my tag against my brown shirt.
"Go grab a seat anywhere, I don't mind," she said.
I nodded and walked away and down the first aisle of seats to claim the empty last one, where nobody sat and there were two unoccupied chairs. I was almost to the end when I did not see a huge purse right in front of me, and I fell over, grasping onto a table for dear life. I know, so dramatic.
After everyone had their share of laughs, I pulled myself up. The red-head just so happened to be sitting right on the table, and she sneered at me. "Did you just step on my four-hundred dollar bag?"
"No, it was in the way, I didn't see it. And your precious piece of cloth tripped me," I responded with equal ferocity of sorts, and she glared at me.
"And if you were going to sit there, my two friends are going to, so go away," she waved me off, and I growled.
"Because of course, somebody like you would have friends," I laughed, and that was my big mistake.
I didn't want to stay in there, is what I was summing up. She was the reason I was attempting at dropping the class and getting into the on-level geometry during the same period.
"Well, I'll see what I can do…" my counselor said slowly. I grinned, and she dismissed me.
And then after an odd walk to the house that consisted of listening to Lissa and Fang fighting, and walking to get some French fries for myself, I made it home.
I dropped my backpack at the side of the doorway, and was immediately jumped on top of by my little "brother", and after sending him off by giving him a fry, I plopped myself onto my bed. I sunk into the soft purple covers as I ate the last of the fries.
I reached out my hands to grasp my unused iPod nano, plugging my headphones in, a sudden desire to listen to Nickelback came to me, and I started blasting "How You Remind Me" through my ear buds, and let the music play until dinner.
I picked at my food that Jeb had brought home, more crap from McDonalds. Take note I just had French fries from there.
I shoved my burger into my mouth, and tried to enjoy the taste as Ari made loud explosion noises, playing with some toy I didn't even bother paying attention to when he waved it excitedly in my face.
Jeb just sat there, trying to start up a conversation, "How was school?"
"Decent," I said through a mouth of burger. I ignored the crumbs that dribbled from my mouth onto the table and the wrapping the burger had been in. I pushed my fries away and Ari reached for them with wide eyes, and I smiled forcefully and pushed the close to his pudgy hands.
I heard the little boy chew on the fried potato eagerly, and Jeb fixed his glasses on his face. "Anything happen?"
"Not really," I said, and I heard him stand up and grab his own bag while sipping on his soda, which reminded me of my own right beside me.
I swallowed and took a sip of the abandoned Coca-Cola, ignoring the water residue and how watered down it was, trying to enjoy another thing Jeb had attempted at satisfying me with my favorite soda, which only tasted flavorless to me.
The phone started to ring, and I forced myself up to get it, but my father made it first, "Hello?"
I heard a voice on the other end, and he nodded. "She's right here, Valencia. Relax."
I knew how odd it was for my mother to call her ex-husband, so I took the phone out of his hands and ran to my room with it. "Mom?"
"Sweetie, Max, my, I missed you. I heard it was your first day of school, how was it?" I heard my mom's voice from the other side of the phone.
I sighed, and shut my door in case I got loud talking, and told her it was okay. A conversation came up between us, but eventually she had to go. "Darling, I got to tuck Gazzy in, I love you."
"Okay, good-bye…love you too…" I heard the finalizing beep that she had hung up, and let the tears I had been holding back flow. "I promised I would hold it together, I'm so sorry…"
God, I'm so sorry about the author's note at the top. I kind of indulged myself in my last pocky box before typing…
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