Max' POV
Every morning I drive to school with Issy. Our parents got us a jeep for our sixteenth birthday, we share it. Think about it this way, it makes a welcome alternative to catching the bus with a load of ten year olds! So ever since we got it, we've used it to get to school, religiously. And of course if it ever brakes down we don't have to take it to a garage, oh no, Max and Isabel Evans Master Mechanics! Just one swipe of the hand and everything is fixed! It's a sure fire way to save money! Buy the Magic Evans twins at a store near you, never fail your MOT again! Wow aren't we the lucky ones! Excuse me while I crack up hysterically.
Michael how ever zooms to school on his motor bike. Yup that's our Mikey Boy, your average Biker dude with an attitude problem. So me, Max Evans, star stuck lover (or at least I would be if Liz would notice me) and Stonewall Guerin! What a pair! Just me and my angry side kick, who needs friends? Who needs happiness? Who needs their dreams to come true?
So this is my normal mental commentary that I get as I stand by Michael's locker every morning. Yes every morning, the only thing that my favourite attitudely challenged alien lacks is an alarm clock, and no matter what you do, he'll always be late. ALWAYS! Which is why, every morning finds me standing, invisible, next to Michael's locker watching the happily oblivious people wonder their way past. Great huh?
I have another lesson of hell next. Biology, with Liz Parker. Now why would that be hell, you ask? Hmmm I wonder, now why could that be, perhaps because I have to sit next to her all lesson, making small talk and knowing I can never have her! And what makes it worse is that I still have the memories we made in fourth grade. We got quite close back then, before I started to freak out about who I was. We used to have a good time but then I pulled away, can you say idiot? And she kind of just moved on and forgot about me. She got more and more popular and I got more and more invisible!
Invisible. Yup that's a good word for me, but the weird thing is that how ever much I hate it, it's actually what I was trying to achieve that time so long ago. Invisible is good, invisible doesn't make people curious as to why your car always seems to miraculously heal its self. But one thing invisible doesn't give you is happiness. Happiness is Liz Parker. That's why I hang around her so much, sure she doesn't notice it but I'm always there, watching in the back ground. It's strange how she never seems to notice how often I sit in the Crashdown, I can just sit there for hours watching her, ordering drink after drink for an excuse!
I guess she'll never know how much I love her. It's a sickening thought really that no one will ever really know who Max Evans was when I'm gone, how no one will miss me. Again my mind harks back to my biggest wish, to be normal. Perhaps if I was normal then I would have the courage to go to her and talk, to walk up to her in the corridor and kiss her.
I guess there's some people who would kill to have a secret. To have the 'excitement' and the 'adventure'. Yeah that's really what it is! Muh-uh, that's why Issy, Michael and I have to fear for our lives every day! It's really not everything it's cracked up to be! To have to lie to everyone you love, to never show the world your true self, to be constantly distancing yourself from everyone who really matters. It hurts, yes it hurts like hell! We have to see the pain cross their faces every time we push them away, to feel the guilt stab us in the heart when they misplace their trust in us, and to have to listen to every stupid lie leave our mouths.
People who are normal don't understand, they don't see being different as what it really is, a burden.
Every morning I drive to school with Issy. Our parents got us a jeep for our sixteenth birthday, we share it. Think about it this way, it makes a welcome alternative to catching the bus with a load of ten year olds! So ever since we got it, we've used it to get to school, religiously. And of course if it ever brakes down we don't have to take it to a garage, oh no, Max and Isabel Evans Master Mechanics! Just one swipe of the hand and everything is fixed! It's a sure fire way to save money! Buy the Magic Evans twins at a store near you, never fail your MOT again! Wow aren't we the lucky ones! Excuse me while I crack up hysterically.
Michael how ever zooms to school on his motor bike. Yup that's our Mikey Boy, your average Biker dude with an attitude problem. So me, Max Evans, star stuck lover (or at least I would be if Liz would notice me) and Stonewall Guerin! What a pair! Just me and my angry side kick, who needs friends? Who needs happiness? Who needs their dreams to come true?
So this is my normal mental commentary that I get as I stand by Michael's locker every morning. Yes every morning, the only thing that my favourite attitudely challenged alien lacks is an alarm clock, and no matter what you do, he'll always be late. ALWAYS! Which is why, every morning finds me standing, invisible, next to Michael's locker watching the happily oblivious people wonder their way past. Great huh?
I have another lesson of hell next. Biology, with Liz Parker. Now why would that be hell, you ask? Hmmm I wonder, now why could that be, perhaps because I have to sit next to her all lesson, making small talk and knowing I can never have her! And what makes it worse is that I still have the memories we made in fourth grade. We got quite close back then, before I started to freak out about who I was. We used to have a good time but then I pulled away, can you say idiot? And she kind of just moved on and forgot about me. She got more and more popular and I got more and more invisible!
Invisible. Yup that's a good word for me, but the weird thing is that how ever much I hate it, it's actually what I was trying to achieve that time so long ago. Invisible is good, invisible doesn't make people curious as to why your car always seems to miraculously heal its self. But one thing invisible doesn't give you is happiness. Happiness is Liz Parker. That's why I hang around her so much, sure she doesn't notice it but I'm always there, watching in the back ground. It's strange how she never seems to notice how often I sit in the Crashdown, I can just sit there for hours watching her, ordering drink after drink for an excuse!
I guess she'll never know how much I love her. It's a sickening thought really that no one will ever really know who Max Evans was when I'm gone, how no one will miss me. Again my mind harks back to my biggest wish, to be normal. Perhaps if I was normal then I would have the courage to go to her and talk, to walk up to her in the corridor and kiss her.
I guess there's some people who would kill to have a secret. To have the 'excitement' and the 'adventure'. Yeah that's really what it is! Muh-uh, that's why Issy, Michael and I have to fear for our lives every day! It's really not everything it's cracked up to be! To have to lie to everyone you love, to never show the world your true self, to be constantly distancing yourself from everyone who really matters. It hurts, yes it hurts like hell! We have to see the pain cross their faces every time we push them away, to feel the guilt stab us in the heart when they misplace their trust in us, and to have to listen to every stupid lie leave our mouths.
People who are normal don't understand, they don't see being different as what it really is, a burden.