Hello, this is a very tragic story about Max. Don't get me wrong, I love
Max, but I had this idea so I had to write it. Of course most of the
characters aren't mine except for Angelica. I'm going to start now.
(Best friend Nakoruru holds up a sign that says that most of the characters are OOC and that this story does not have an actual place in the actual timeline.)
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Max had just joined art club at his school. He loved art; it was something about the colors and shapes of explosion that moved him. On the first day he remembered feeling alone, the rest of the gang decided they'd rather join auto shop together instead of "a stupid art club". He could still hear Tala scream as he laughed and walked away.
Max mostly kept to himself that day and wound up walking home alone. The next day Max was teased by the gang as usual, but not about his morning sugar high. Instead it was about art club. Most mornings were happy. He would smile and laugh with the guys and they would tease him for eating sugar on the way to school. But this morning it was different. He felt gloomy and he just didn't feel like eating sugar.
The whole day for him was a drag, except for when he thought about art club. When he finally walked into the club, there was a cute little chubby American girl in the class. She had nice long brown hair the color of fresh chocolate and bubble gum lips. She was beautiful to him as she looked up at him with her blueberry eyes.
"Hello. . .you must be Max."
Max looked at her blankly and then shouted "Hi!" She seemed to have been sitting there for a while. She was in the middle of a painting.
"I'm Angelica, I just transferred in today and I came in and I saw your painting. It was beautiful."
"Thanks Angelica, mind if I sit with you?"
"Have a sit." As Max sat down she pulled out two bars of chocolate. "Want one?"
"Sure!" Max replied. As the day went on Max and Angelica seemed to connect. After club that day Max walked her home. He felt his heart bubble up inside him and he confessed that he liked her. The girl pulled her hair behind her ear and kissed him.
"I like you too Max." From that day on Max and Angelica hung out a lot. It was almost like she was his girlfriend. They dated for about six months. Max was totally falling for her. He cut back on his sugar intake. He couldn't hardly eat or sleep and when he ate chocolate or sweets it was because she gave it to him.
The guys would tease him about his low sugar intake and he would say "I don't need a sugar high, I have Angelica." It was a cold winter day when Max woke up thinking about Angelica's warmth. He decided that today he would tell her he loved her. After classes he noticed he hadn't seen her that day. Max rushed to the club and she wasn't there and so he waited and waited until finally he rushed over to her house.
A big moving truck was parked outside her house. Max ran on love's wings to take flight to her. "Angelica! Angelica!" He could see her on the porch in a fir-trimmed coat and earmuffs, clutching a book he had given her. She waved at him as he ran to her. When he finally reached her he hugged her and pulled away feeling her tears trickle down his neck. Angelica hung her head as he asked, "What's wrong? You can tell me anything. I love you. . .are you leaving me?"
She kept her head down and shook her head yes and then she said, "I'm sorry Max. I love you too, but I can't stay here. My mother and I are being transferred back home today."
Max couldn't cry, his tear ducts seemed to be frozen as she got in the truck and drove away. Max ran over to Tyson's house, where Tyson was currently sitting in his room with Tala and Kai. Max walked into the room and everyone was silent. Kai looked at him shivering badly and wrapped him in a blanket. "You okay, man?"
Max said nothing. He looked up suddenly at Tala. "Can I borrow some yen?" Tala gave him eight hundred yen. "Thanks man, I'll pay you back." Max dropped the blanket and bolted out the door.
On the way home Max stopped at a local drug store and brought a big bag full of candy and went home. Max quickly spoke to his dad and went to his room and locked the door. Max sat in the dark on his bed murmuring to himself and the shadows on the wall as the snow began to fall. But Max didn't really notice it. He just stared out the window and then the wall, he was out of it.
After a couple of hours of insanity he reached for the bag of candy and as he sat Indian style on his bed he consumed every last piece of chocolate, jawbreaker, and cookie. Suddenly Max felt the sugar rush. Max fell back on his bed arms and legs sprawled out and eyes glazed over. The sugar slowly but surely began to send him into a coma.
Max wrote a letter: You all may ask why I got high. I got high because of Angelica. I love her and she loves me from a far by now. So I'm going to heaven now. So that my spirit can be with her.
Max's hands lost their strength and he dropped the pad and pencil on the floor as he entered the coma. Sure he could come out but no one knew so surely he slept and slipped away. The next morning the phone rang, but Max didn't hear it. It was Angelica, her flight had been delayed and she was stuck at the airport. Max's dad knocked and banged on the door, but there was no answer.
Which brings us now to the coffin in the snow where the Beyblade gang, Max's mother and father, and Angelica all surrounded, grieving. All because he got high.
-the end
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Any tears yet? I hope you liked it anyway.
(Nakoruru holds up another sign that says to read and review. Flames and praises are welcomed, but she prefers praises better.)
(Best friend Nakoruru holds up a sign that says that most of the characters are OOC and that this story does not have an actual place in the actual timeline.)
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Max had just joined art club at his school. He loved art; it was something about the colors and shapes of explosion that moved him. On the first day he remembered feeling alone, the rest of the gang decided they'd rather join auto shop together instead of "a stupid art club". He could still hear Tala scream as he laughed and walked away.
Max mostly kept to himself that day and wound up walking home alone. The next day Max was teased by the gang as usual, but not about his morning sugar high. Instead it was about art club. Most mornings were happy. He would smile and laugh with the guys and they would tease him for eating sugar on the way to school. But this morning it was different. He felt gloomy and he just didn't feel like eating sugar.
The whole day for him was a drag, except for when he thought about art club. When he finally walked into the club, there was a cute little chubby American girl in the class. She had nice long brown hair the color of fresh chocolate and bubble gum lips. She was beautiful to him as she looked up at him with her blueberry eyes.
"Hello. . .you must be Max."
Max looked at her blankly and then shouted "Hi!" She seemed to have been sitting there for a while. She was in the middle of a painting.
"I'm Angelica, I just transferred in today and I came in and I saw your painting. It was beautiful."
"Thanks Angelica, mind if I sit with you?"
"Have a sit." As Max sat down she pulled out two bars of chocolate. "Want one?"
"Sure!" Max replied. As the day went on Max and Angelica seemed to connect. After club that day Max walked her home. He felt his heart bubble up inside him and he confessed that he liked her. The girl pulled her hair behind her ear and kissed him.
"I like you too Max." From that day on Max and Angelica hung out a lot. It was almost like she was his girlfriend. They dated for about six months. Max was totally falling for her. He cut back on his sugar intake. He couldn't hardly eat or sleep and when he ate chocolate or sweets it was because she gave it to him.
The guys would tease him about his low sugar intake and he would say "I don't need a sugar high, I have Angelica." It was a cold winter day when Max woke up thinking about Angelica's warmth. He decided that today he would tell her he loved her. After classes he noticed he hadn't seen her that day. Max rushed to the club and she wasn't there and so he waited and waited until finally he rushed over to her house.
A big moving truck was parked outside her house. Max ran on love's wings to take flight to her. "Angelica! Angelica!" He could see her on the porch in a fir-trimmed coat and earmuffs, clutching a book he had given her. She waved at him as he ran to her. When he finally reached her he hugged her and pulled away feeling her tears trickle down his neck. Angelica hung her head as he asked, "What's wrong? You can tell me anything. I love you. . .are you leaving me?"
She kept her head down and shook her head yes and then she said, "I'm sorry Max. I love you too, but I can't stay here. My mother and I are being transferred back home today."
Max couldn't cry, his tear ducts seemed to be frozen as she got in the truck and drove away. Max ran over to Tyson's house, where Tyson was currently sitting in his room with Tala and Kai. Max walked into the room and everyone was silent. Kai looked at him shivering badly and wrapped him in a blanket. "You okay, man?"
Max said nothing. He looked up suddenly at Tala. "Can I borrow some yen?" Tala gave him eight hundred yen. "Thanks man, I'll pay you back." Max dropped the blanket and bolted out the door.
On the way home Max stopped at a local drug store and brought a big bag full of candy and went home. Max quickly spoke to his dad and went to his room and locked the door. Max sat in the dark on his bed murmuring to himself and the shadows on the wall as the snow began to fall. But Max didn't really notice it. He just stared out the window and then the wall, he was out of it.
After a couple of hours of insanity he reached for the bag of candy and as he sat Indian style on his bed he consumed every last piece of chocolate, jawbreaker, and cookie. Suddenly Max felt the sugar rush. Max fell back on his bed arms and legs sprawled out and eyes glazed over. The sugar slowly but surely began to send him into a coma.
Max wrote a letter: You all may ask why I got high. I got high because of Angelica. I love her and she loves me from a far by now. So I'm going to heaven now. So that my spirit can be with her.
Max's hands lost their strength and he dropped the pad and pencil on the floor as he entered the coma. Sure he could come out but no one knew so surely he slept and slipped away. The next morning the phone rang, but Max didn't hear it. It was Angelica, her flight had been delayed and she was stuck at the airport. Max's dad knocked and banged on the door, but there was no answer.
Which brings us now to the coffin in the snow where the Beyblade gang, Max's mother and father, and Angelica all surrounded, grieving. All because he got high.
-the end
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Any tears yet? I hope you liked it anyway.
(Nakoruru holds up another sign that says to read and review. Flames and praises are welcomed, but she prefers praises better.)