Max Evans watched as the tiny, brick, building became bigger and bigger in his window. Starting a new school in the middle of the school year would be hard for any sixteen year old boy. And Max wasn't just any sixteen-year-old boy.
Max could hear his sister, Isabel, muttering to herself in the seat next to him. Isabel was known to give herself little pep talks and Max knew Isabel was really nervous today.
In the ale seat sat Max's best friend, Michael, with a frown on his face. He made it clear many times that he didn't want to go to school and that they should have at least driven in Max's black jeep. Michael just didn't see any reason to start school in the new town of Roswell when he had rarely even gone to his old school. And there he had known other people than just Max and Isabel.
"We're here!" Max said with false enthusiasm.
"Max, tell me I have no reason to be nervous. Tell me everything will be fine and it will be different then Arizona was," Isabel ordered, her voice shaking with emotion that she usually wouldn't let anyone see.
Max just gave a huge, fake, simile. "Everything will be great! Just great!" he reassured her without believing his own words.
Why couldn't he lie better?
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Michael slowly climbed out of the tacky yellow bus. What was the point in rushing if he didn't want to go in the first place?
As soon as his feet hit the dry ground, Michael immediately felt it. He wasn't sure what it was but it was there. Something he had only felt when he was around Isabel and Max.
Michael quickly ran towards the tiny, run down, school in hopes of locating that ... what was it ... that energy. He knew that Max and Isabel would follow him so wasn't surprised when he heard pounding footsteps behind him.
"Michael? What's wrong?" Max's concerned voice came from behind Michael.
"Can't you feel that?" he asked, before spinning to look at his two only friends.
The two exchanged worried glances before turning back to him and asking, "Feel what?" in unison.
"Feel...that!" Michael answered, throwing his hands up to empathize 'that'.
"If this is some kind of trick to stop us from going to school..." Isabel began specially.
Michael cut her off, "No, I'm serious. I feel some sorta energy around here. Don't you guys feel it?" he asked, almost pleading.
Max sadly shook his head, 'no'. "But we believe you," he added encouragingly.
"Hey, boys!" a flirtatious voice called from a few feet in front of them.
Hoping the three girls who were quickly making their way to them hadn't heard their conversation, Max, Isabel, and Michael were tense with stress.
"You wouldn't be the new boys, would you?" one girl asked, batting her eyes towards Max. But she didn't let him answer before adding, "'Cause I didn't know New York had such hansom hunks!"
"We are from Arizona!" Isabel shouted outraged that her brother, who had never been a social butterfly, was already getting hit on while she had no one.
"Whatever," another one said with a wave of her hand. This girl was staring into Michael's eyes. Or, trying to, because Michael kept shifting to avoid her.
"Mary! Kelly! I am ashamed in you two!" the third blonde shouted. "The new guys? Can you say, 'pathetic'?" she asked rolling her eyes.
Both girls turned their full attention to their friend the moment she had began speaking. Apparently, she was the leader of their little group.
"Well, that's easy for you to say, Lizzy. I mean, Wendy?" asked the confused girl who had been trying to flirt with Michael. She visibly shook herself to stay on topic; "You have Kyle Valenti, so you're all set."
The girl gave a huge simile. "I know, not everyone can have the perfect guy like me! But the new guys aren't even a little popular."
The girl by Max quickly defended herself, "But they just got here so they didn't have the chance to popular yet! I bet in their old school in New York they were really popular!"
Isabel repeated through her teeth, "A-r-i-z-o-n-i-a!"
This time the three girls noticed her. "Wow, I am totally lovin' your top!" the girl closest to Michael said excited.
The other two nodded. "Too bad your pants are so out of style!" Lizzy added. The other two nodded again in agreement.
Michael was about to say something he was sure Max would sooner explode then say, but was "saved" by the bell for first period.
"I think your in my now. If you want, I could totally show you were it is," the girl closest to Max said, still batting her eyes.
The blonde called Lizzy and Wendy rolled her eyes. "Kelly! We're going to be so late 'cause of you!" She had already turned her back to the group and started walking towards the school by the time she finished her sentence.
Kelly grabbed Max's hands and started dragging him towards the building. The other girl, Michael couldn't remember her name, started dragging Michael. After about five seconds Michael had enough and made it clear he didn't want to be lead by the controlling girl.
"And I guess I'm all alone," Isabel muttered before following the others.
Max knew he his class would have already started before he got into his science room.
'What a great way to start off the year,' Max thought.
The room was really small and filled almost to capacity. The three girls they had been walking with quickly and quietly went to three empty seats. The teacher turned after they had already been seated, making it look like just Max, Isabel, and Michael was late.
'Perfect, just perfect!' Max thought with a slight shake of his head.
The teacher turned to them with a simile on her face. Instead of being mad, she actually looked happy.
"I am so glad you found the right room so fast! Why don't you all take a seat? Let's see, there are three empty seats over there and," the teacher took a gulp and her face changed. Max couldn't recognize the emotion, and it was gone before anyone else could notice, but it had been there. "Over there in the back are three empty seats."
Max looked at the first places. Off the side were the three annoying girls. He was sure they would be a pain. The entire back row only had three people. His attention went mainly to one of the two girls. She was beautiful but looked moody. The other girl looked a little wild and like she didn't care. The last seat had a guy, who looked a little nerdy.
Moody or flirty?
"We'll take the seats in the back, thanks," Max answered quickly.
===Amanda====
Max could hear his sister, Isabel, muttering to herself in the seat next to him. Isabel was known to give herself little pep talks and Max knew Isabel was really nervous today.
In the ale seat sat Max's best friend, Michael, with a frown on his face. He made it clear many times that he didn't want to go to school and that they should have at least driven in Max's black jeep. Michael just didn't see any reason to start school in the new town of Roswell when he had rarely even gone to his old school. And there he had known other people than just Max and Isabel.
"We're here!" Max said with false enthusiasm.
"Max, tell me I have no reason to be nervous. Tell me everything will be fine and it will be different then Arizona was," Isabel ordered, her voice shaking with emotion that she usually wouldn't let anyone see.
Max just gave a huge, fake, simile. "Everything will be great! Just great!" he reassured her without believing his own words.
Why couldn't he lie better?
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Michael slowly climbed out of the tacky yellow bus. What was the point in rushing if he didn't want to go in the first place?
As soon as his feet hit the dry ground, Michael immediately felt it. He wasn't sure what it was but it was there. Something he had only felt when he was around Isabel and Max.
Michael quickly ran towards the tiny, run down, school in hopes of locating that ... what was it ... that energy. He knew that Max and Isabel would follow him so wasn't surprised when he heard pounding footsteps behind him.
"Michael? What's wrong?" Max's concerned voice came from behind Michael.
"Can't you feel that?" he asked, before spinning to look at his two only friends.
The two exchanged worried glances before turning back to him and asking, "Feel what?" in unison.
"Feel...that!" Michael answered, throwing his hands up to empathize 'that'.
"If this is some kind of trick to stop us from going to school..." Isabel began specially.
Michael cut her off, "No, I'm serious. I feel some sorta energy around here. Don't you guys feel it?" he asked, almost pleading.
Max sadly shook his head, 'no'. "But we believe you," he added encouragingly.
"Hey, boys!" a flirtatious voice called from a few feet in front of them.
Hoping the three girls who were quickly making their way to them hadn't heard their conversation, Max, Isabel, and Michael were tense with stress.
"You wouldn't be the new boys, would you?" one girl asked, batting her eyes towards Max. But she didn't let him answer before adding, "'Cause I didn't know New York had such hansom hunks!"
"We are from Arizona!" Isabel shouted outraged that her brother, who had never been a social butterfly, was already getting hit on while she had no one.
"Whatever," another one said with a wave of her hand. This girl was staring into Michael's eyes. Or, trying to, because Michael kept shifting to avoid her.
"Mary! Kelly! I am ashamed in you two!" the third blonde shouted. "The new guys? Can you say, 'pathetic'?" she asked rolling her eyes.
Both girls turned their full attention to their friend the moment she had began speaking. Apparently, she was the leader of their little group.
"Well, that's easy for you to say, Lizzy. I mean, Wendy?" asked the confused girl who had been trying to flirt with Michael. She visibly shook herself to stay on topic; "You have Kyle Valenti, so you're all set."
The girl gave a huge simile. "I know, not everyone can have the perfect guy like me! But the new guys aren't even a little popular."
The girl by Max quickly defended herself, "But they just got here so they didn't have the chance to popular yet! I bet in their old school in New York they were really popular!"
Isabel repeated through her teeth, "A-r-i-z-o-n-i-a!"
This time the three girls noticed her. "Wow, I am totally lovin' your top!" the girl closest to Michael said excited.
The other two nodded. "Too bad your pants are so out of style!" Lizzy added. The other two nodded again in agreement.
Michael was about to say something he was sure Max would sooner explode then say, but was "saved" by the bell for first period.
"I think your in my now. If you want, I could totally show you were it is," the girl closest to Max said, still batting her eyes.
The blonde called Lizzy and Wendy rolled her eyes. "Kelly! We're going to be so late 'cause of you!" She had already turned her back to the group and started walking towards the school by the time she finished her sentence.
Kelly grabbed Max's hands and started dragging him towards the building. The other girl, Michael couldn't remember her name, started dragging Michael. After about five seconds Michael had enough and made it clear he didn't want to be lead by the controlling girl.
"And I guess I'm all alone," Isabel muttered before following the others.
Max knew he his class would have already started before he got into his science room.
'What a great way to start off the year,' Max thought.
The room was really small and filled almost to capacity. The three girls they had been walking with quickly and quietly went to three empty seats. The teacher turned after they had already been seated, making it look like just Max, Isabel, and Michael was late.
'Perfect, just perfect!' Max thought with a slight shake of his head.
The teacher turned to them with a simile on her face. Instead of being mad, she actually looked happy.
"I am so glad you found the right room so fast! Why don't you all take a seat? Let's see, there are three empty seats over there and," the teacher took a gulp and her face changed. Max couldn't recognize the emotion, and it was gone before anyone else could notice, but it had been there. "Over there in the back are three empty seats."
Max looked at the first places. Off the side were the three annoying girls. He was sure they would be a pain. The entire back row only had three people. His attention went mainly to one of the two girls. She was beautiful but looked moody. The other girl looked a little wild and like she didn't care. The last seat had a guy, who looked a little nerdy.
Moody or flirty?
"We'll take the seats in the back, thanks," Max answered quickly.
===Amanda====