Max' POV
'Max! Isabel, honey, breakfast!'
That would be my mom, Diane Evans. She and Dad were driving through the desert when they found us. They were on their way back from a conference in Las Cruses at about noon when Issy and I just walked out into the middle of the road in front of them. Mom nearly had a heart attack and dad? Well, him being the man of quick reflexes that he is, swerved the car and nearly crashed into a cactus!
As soon as the car stopped, Dad jumped out and came to see if we were OK, leaving Mom in the car hyperventilating. Really, if I had been old enough to realise what was going on I would have been laughing so hard! But at the time, Issy and I just felt so scared that half a dozen clowns would probably have just made us cry! But anyway, Dad came over and tried to talk to us. Now we're aliens, just hatched out to pod things, can you really expect us to know the English language? Sure we did look as though we were about four years old, but when Dad came over and started jabbering at us in some weird language we turned and ran! We thought we were freaks!?! But apparently Dad chased after us and took us to the car. Only the thing was that he didn't realise Michael was crouching behind a cactus about five feet away and so he just got left there, alone in the desert to die!
Well, to cut a long story short, Mom and Dad adopted us and took us to live with them in Albuquerque. At the end of third grade we moved here to Roswell. Something about Roswell seemed to welcome us, it felt like home, like where we were supposed to be. About half way through the summer we went to the park, and that was where we found Michael. There was a connection between us right away and we all knew that we were the same!
But the one day that will stand in my memory for ever as the beginning of my life, was the first day of fourth grade.
I'"Max! Hurry up!" yelled Isabel. "The bus is here!!"
"I'm coming Issy," Max almost fell down the stairs as he rushed towards his sister.
"Come on! I don't want to be late!"
Isabel dragged Max out the door and onto the bus.
"Issy, Max!" yelled a small blond boy from the back.
"Hey Michael!" replied Isabel.
"What took you so long? Was Issy putting her make up on?" snickered Michael.
Isabel pouted, "Actually Max was!"
"I was not putting on make-up!" scowled Max. "So are you nervous?" he asked turning to Michael.
"Why should I be? I've been to this school before! It's you that new!" replied Michael.
"Oh." said Max, frowning as he contemplated the thought.
"I miss Suzie!" wailed Isabel. "Why'd we have to leave Albuquerque? I liked school there!"
"We wouldn't have met Michael if we hadn't left. Don't cry Issybear!" soothed Max as he pulled his sister into a hug. "I'm sure Suzie misses you too, but you'll make loads of new friends here."
"But I don't want new friends! I want Suzie!"
"Fine Isabel, then you won't make any new friends here and you'll be all alone!" sneered Michael causing a tear to roll down Isabel's cheek.
"I hate you Michael! And I hate Roswell!"
"Issy, I didn't mean it! I'm sure you'll make lots of friends! And you'll always have us!" murmured Michael instantly sorry for his out burst. "Come on, we're here!"
Max looked up, it was true they were here, school. It didn't look much different from the one they had used to go to but it felt different, he could feel a pull just like the one he had felt when they first met Michael. "Come on Issy," he said, pulling Isabel to her feet. "Let's go and look around.'
Max walked boldly to the front of the bus, he felt anything but bold but somehow he felt it was his duty to set an example. He climbed down the steps very gently and stopped at the bottom. Looking around he saw the usual kids playing kickball, older kids chatting, the cheerleaders practicing their chants and then.
The world stopped, everything else vanished except for the beautiful girl standing in front of him. Her long dark hair was blowing in the wind and her dark, soulful eyes turned towards him and caught his gaze. A smile graced her lips as she looked at him and his soul reached out to her.
"Maxwell! Will you move your butt out of the way!"
Max jumped in surprise at the sound of Michael's voice. He swiftly stepped forward away from the door of the bus but when he turned his eyes back to the girl, she was gone.'I/
So that was the first time I ever saw her and the last time I ever had a chance with Liz Parker.
'Max! Isabel, honey, breakfast!'
That would be my mom, Diane Evans. She and Dad were driving through the desert when they found us. They were on their way back from a conference in Las Cruses at about noon when Issy and I just walked out into the middle of the road in front of them. Mom nearly had a heart attack and dad? Well, him being the man of quick reflexes that he is, swerved the car and nearly crashed into a cactus!
As soon as the car stopped, Dad jumped out and came to see if we were OK, leaving Mom in the car hyperventilating. Really, if I had been old enough to realise what was going on I would have been laughing so hard! But at the time, Issy and I just felt so scared that half a dozen clowns would probably have just made us cry! But anyway, Dad came over and tried to talk to us. Now we're aliens, just hatched out to pod things, can you really expect us to know the English language? Sure we did look as though we were about four years old, but when Dad came over and started jabbering at us in some weird language we turned and ran! We thought we were freaks!?! But apparently Dad chased after us and took us to the car. Only the thing was that he didn't realise Michael was crouching behind a cactus about five feet away and so he just got left there, alone in the desert to die!
Well, to cut a long story short, Mom and Dad adopted us and took us to live with them in Albuquerque. At the end of third grade we moved here to Roswell. Something about Roswell seemed to welcome us, it felt like home, like where we were supposed to be. About half way through the summer we went to the park, and that was where we found Michael. There was a connection between us right away and we all knew that we were the same!
But the one day that will stand in my memory for ever as the beginning of my life, was the first day of fourth grade.
I'"Max! Hurry up!" yelled Isabel. "The bus is here!!"
"I'm coming Issy," Max almost fell down the stairs as he rushed towards his sister.
"Come on! I don't want to be late!"
Isabel dragged Max out the door and onto the bus.
"Issy, Max!" yelled a small blond boy from the back.
"Hey Michael!" replied Isabel.
"What took you so long? Was Issy putting her make up on?" snickered Michael.
Isabel pouted, "Actually Max was!"
"I was not putting on make-up!" scowled Max. "So are you nervous?" he asked turning to Michael.
"Why should I be? I've been to this school before! It's you that new!" replied Michael.
"Oh." said Max, frowning as he contemplated the thought.
"I miss Suzie!" wailed Isabel. "Why'd we have to leave Albuquerque? I liked school there!"
"We wouldn't have met Michael if we hadn't left. Don't cry Issybear!" soothed Max as he pulled his sister into a hug. "I'm sure Suzie misses you too, but you'll make loads of new friends here."
"But I don't want new friends! I want Suzie!"
"Fine Isabel, then you won't make any new friends here and you'll be all alone!" sneered Michael causing a tear to roll down Isabel's cheek.
"I hate you Michael! And I hate Roswell!"
"Issy, I didn't mean it! I'm sure you'll make lots of friends! And you'll always have us!" murmured Michael instantly sorry for his out burst. "Come on, we're here!"
Max looked up, it was true they were here, school. It didn't look much different from the one they had used to go to but it felt different, he could feel a pull just like the one he had felt when they first met Michael. "Come on Issy," he said, pulling Isabel to her feet. "Let's go and look around.'
Max walked boldly to the front of the bus, he felt anything but bold but somehow he felt it was his duty to set an example. He climbed down the steps very gently and stopped at the bottom. Looking around he saw the usual kids playing kickball, older kids chatting, the cheerleaders practicing their chants and then.
The world stopped, everything else vanished except for the beautiful girl standing in front of him. Her long dark hair was blowing in the wind and her dark, soulful eyes turned towards him and caught his gaze. A smile graced her lips as she looked at him and his soul reached out to her.
"Maxwell! Will you move your butt out of the way!"
Max jumped in surprise at the sound of Michael's voice. He swiftly stepped forward away from the door of the bus but when he turned his eyes back to the girl, she was gone.'I/
So that was the first time I ever saw her and the last time I ever had a chance with Liz Parker.