DISCLAIMER: Just a reminder that I do not own any of these characters
except the ones that I make up, which I'm proud to say are my own creation
in this waked up world I call my story.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was actually created during my science class, I was so bored that I wondered what Max would do in my position (I know, I'm THAT obsessed about Dark Angel to the point that I think about it during class, but you'll have to excuse the fact that I was bored and had nothing else to think about.). I would like to thank my friends (also known as Mags and Ninjix on fanfiction.net) for helping me out on this story from a major writer's block. It was MASSIVE! But I'd like to say, here it is, and please read and review so far.I'll try and post the next chapter up soon, if I don't get another writer's block.
SUMMERY: Imagine if Max, Logan and OC were at highschool. What troubles would they get up to and what sort of relationships and reputations would they build up? This is my version of when/if they were at highschool.
~ This story happened nowhere in particular. Just that you'll need to know that Max has just escaped from Manticore with her brothers and sisters but Max has, instead gone to highschool straight away.for some particular reason.I'm not quite sure. ~
CHAPTER 1
"DING! DING! DING!" The screech of the bell was heard, calling for everyone to settle down and gather in their form rooms. This was Max's first year at Seattle High, and already she was lost. She had managed to find the front office and sign in as a new student this year, studying grade 12. They had given her directions on where her form room was but forgot them in the excitement and confusion of other students, glad to catch up with past friends and gossiping about what they had done over the holidays.
"Great!" mumbled Max, looking around at the, now, empty corridor, which once held thousands of students, "Lost on the first day of school. Must be a new record!"
Max was wearing a three quarter sleeved blue top with a black vest over the top, loose black cargos that hugged her waist and a pair of runners. Her hair was straight, reaching down towards just below her breasts and she had sunglasses on the top of her head, acting as a headband.
She wondered along the corridor, trying desperately to find her form room.
"Where the hell is E201???" cried Max to herself, getting more frustrated by the minute. She felt like bashing the whole wall down at that moment, but knew that she had to control herself in public.
"F305....F307....F309....F311...." mumbled Max under her breath as she read the signs of the doors as she passed them.
"Hey, you must be new here!"
Startled, Max turned around and saw a tallish boy, cute, with a pair of glasses and brown hair, gelled up at the front. He wore cargos and had a long sleeved skivvy.
"Yeah.I'm kinda lost. I'm trying to find my form room.but I'm having a little trouble."
"What room is it?"
"E201"
"Really? That's my form room too. We must be in the same class. Here, stick with me and I guarantee you safe passage around the school!" They started walking down the corridor towards a flight of stairs.
"Oh, sorry, I should have introduced myself. My name's Logan, Logan Cale. And you are." he asked, smiling widely.
"Max Guevara."
"Short for Maxine?"
"No, just Max."
"Oh, ok! So what subjects are you studying this year? You are in grade 12.right?"
"Yeah, ummm.I'm studying English, Psychology and Chemistry. Did Maths, Physics and Biology last year."
"Oh, I see.so you're one of those 'bright' students eh? They always do those kind of subjects. I'm a 'bright' student myself. I'm also doing those subjects too. Would be cool if we were in the same class. Oh, here we are!" exclaimed Logan as they stopped in front of a door that had a sign saying 'E201', "Our form room! You'll be, of course, excused for being late, being your first day and all. But be careful later on, you don't want to get on Mrs MacKennedy's bad side."
Logan had stepped inside the classroom, excused himself for being late, and then seated himself near the front row. The whole class went silent as Max entered the classroom. This only made Max even more nervous, but tried not to show it as she approached the teacher's desk. She rummaged around her backpack and took out a small piece of paper, which she handed to the teacher. Mrs MacKennedy read it in silent and sounded her argreement.
"Class!" roared Mrs MacKennedy, "We have a new student this year. Name's Max Guevara. Make her welcome! Now take a seat love."
Mrs MacKennedy was big in size, which helped enormously to get people's attention. Her loud voice also helped too. She had a chubby round face with baby fat and had two dimples on her cheeks. Her red frizzy hair made her look crazy, given the fact that the clothes that she wore only encouraged that even more. Max slowly made her way to the back of the class, aware of all the eyes on her. She decided to sit at the very back, next to a black girl with frizzy hair sucking on a lollypop. As she sat down, she felt relieved of all the eyes that were upon her, as they soon settled up front onto the teacher.
"My name is Mrs MacKennedy, for those who don't know!" belted Mrs MacKennedy as she wrote her name on the board, "whoever is late from today onwards to form room will be given a detention! Unless, of course, you have a note from your parents to excuse yourself! There will be no smoking, drugs or sexual tendencies to one another while I'm around. I expect each and everyone of you to come to class before and after school to report your attendance and be dismissed. Now, off to your first class of the year!"
There was a great deal of noise from people getting off seats and the chatting between one another. Max found this form of learning very different to the ones at Manticore. She liked it much better of course. She felt that she could get out of trouble more easily.
"First day at school, eh?" The black girl sucking the lollypop who was sitting next to Max just before had spoken.
"Original Cindy," Said the black girl, "Call me OC. So, what sub do you have now?"
"Psychology"
"Ooh! Psyc. Geez, you're one of those smart kids eh? Hey boo! Dun worry bout it! Smart kids are cool! Got that next too, sit next to ya?"
"Yeah.sure." Said Max as OC lead the way towards the psychology classroom.
They both sat down near the middle and waited for the class to start.
"Hey, dun look, both this guy's totally checking you out man!" exclaimed OC, looking behind Max's back.
Max turned around to see who it was. "Oh, that's Logan. He's a friend."
OC, clearly showing her disapproval that Logan was just being a 'friend' and nothing else swivelled to face the front and listened to the teacher, who had apparently started speaking.
"Welcome grade 12 students to my psychology class. I hope you have fun and enjoy your time with me..."
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"Hey, did you understand all that babble the guy was talking about in psyc just then?"
"Yeah! Why?"
"Just wonderin'.that's all.you know.there's this social that's happening next week. You going? It's on Thursday and you'll need to sign your name up on the board if you are. Come with me during the break if you want to, to sign our names up.k?"
OC then walked off towards her locker to get ready for her next class, leaving Max standing alone thinking.
"A Social???" Max thought, she had never been to a social in her life, and besides, what was the point of trying to court boys when she used to sleep in the same room as boys. OK, maybe you wouldn't exactly call them 'boys', more like genetically engineered soldiers. But they were still boys in a physical way.
Max wondered off to her locker to get ready for the next class when she felt someone brush against her shoulder. She was about to turn around and grab the person by the neck, but quickly remembered that she was at high school where people trusted each other. Anyhow, she still looked around to check just in case and found it was just someone brushing against her because it was so crowded along the corridor and you had to squeeze past people in order to get anywhere. Max solemnly made a silent promise to remember to try and let down her soldier senses now that she was starting a new life after escaping Manticore.
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Max walked down the streets with her backpack on. It was at night and she had to stay back at school after a misconception of who hit who. Max had gotten in an incident with another guy that was bigger than her in every way. She had accidently smashed into him on the way out of school and it was just her luck to have bumped into the biggest bully and bad guy in the school, Matt Swazenbord. There was this unspoken rule that everybody knew about in school. That no one was allowed to touch Matt Swazenbord without permission or that person would suffer a slow and horrible death.
So, as usual, Matt grabbed Max around the neck and was about to strangle her and punch her in the eye when Max dropped as hard as she could, bringing Matt down with her and swinging down under him. Matt was furious that Max would even dare to challenge him, let alone fight back. He got up as fast as he could and tried to punch her in the face. Max dodged it and rammed into his stomach, twisted around and kicked him in the chin. Matt flew back and landed on his bum.
"You go girl!" a scream was heard in the big crowd that had gathered around the scene. Groups of people had gathered seeing the big confrontation of Matt Swazenbord. It was like a history in the making. No one had ever dared to stand up to Matt, let alone touch him and a tiny, new girl had just done it on her first day of school.
"Move out of the way. Excuse me!" a voice was heard pushing its way towards the front of the crowd. "And what do you think you're doing? Trying to draw attention to yourself, I presume." spat Mrs McCranky. "Look what you've all done? You have created a crowd. To the principal's office, both of you. The rest of you, school's finished, go home!"
Mrs McCranky grabbed both Matt and Max by the scruff of their necks and dragged them to the front of the principals office. This time, Matt didn't mind when the teacher touched him, and Max smiled at the look of Matt's defeated expression. Mrs McCranky knocked on the door of the principal's office and opened it, "Mr Wilson, I have two trouble makers for you."
As soon as Mrs McCranky left, both Matt and Max slowly walked into the room. The whole room was olden day style and had gold plated leather sofas and chairs along the far wall. In the middle was a desk filled with papers and at the corner of the desk was a green desk lamp. There were pots of plants around the room and, unlike Lydecker's office in Manticore, seemed to have no recent technology except for a computer. It was as if they had walked through time to 50 years ago, where this would have been the fashion for offices.
Max and Matt both sat down on two chairs, situated in front of the principal's desk, and waited. There didn't seem to be anyone in the room except themselves and they were wondering when the principal was going to come when they heard a voice coming from a corner of the room, then a sound as if a door was shut.
"I hear that you two have been trouble makers," exclaimed the principal, "and that you two started a fight in the halls after last period." The principal was wearing a suit, blue shirt and a tie. He had scruffy hair and was wearing glasses. He didn't look like a strict principal, but he was, and took care of the school very well.
Instantly, Matt rebutted, pointing to Max, "It was her, she started it!"
"Now, is this true?" asked the principal. Max looked up from her crouched position and stared directly into the principals eyes. If Zack or Syl or any of her brothers and sisters were there, they would have known what was about to happen and would have taken Max away as quickly as possible because she was about to tell the most whopping lie straight into the principal's face, like she always did in front of anyone asked her her opinion. But to Max, this situation called for a totally different type of lie, a true sort of lie, if you could call it one.
"You see, I'm not human, not literally. I'm a genetically engineered soldier who is trained to kill. And all of a sudden, I felt an urge to kill and Matt here, "said Max, pointed towards Matt, "just happened to be in my way. So, we started a fight. You can't stop the urges to kill from a genetically engineered soldier, you just can't." explained Max matter of factly.
Both Matt and the principal just sat in awe. They couldn't believe what Max had just said. Firstly, no one had lied right in front of the principal's face, or sounded like they were lying and no one had said it was their fault whenever the situation consisted of Matt and themselves. The principal had made up his mind, "alright, detention both of you. Max, for telling a whopping lie right in front of my face, and Matt, because I believe that you were the one that started it." All the while, the principal was staring right at Max. "But it wasn't a lie, well, the genetically engineered part wasn't" mumbled Max as both Matt and herself walked out of the principal's office, down the corridor and into an empty classroom for their detention.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was actually created during my science class, I was so bored that I wondered what Max would do in my position (I know, I'm THAT obsessed about Dark Angel to the point that I think about it during class, but you'll have to excuse the fact that I was bored and had nothing else to think about.). I would like to thank my friends (also known as Mags and Ninjix on fanfiction.net) for helping me out on this story from a major writer's block. It was MASSIVE! But I'd like to say, here it is, and please read and review so far.I'll try and post the next chapter up soon, if I don't get another writer's block.
SUMMERY: Imagine if Max, Logan and OC were at highschool. What troubles would they get up to and what sort of relationships and reputations would they build up? This is my version of when/if they were at highschool.
~ This story happened nowhere in particular. Just that you'll need to know that Max has just escaped from Manticore with her brothers and sisters but Max has, instead gone to highschool straight away.for some particular reason.I'm not quite sure. ~
CHAPTER 1
"DING! DING! DING!" The screech of the bell was heard, calling for everyone to settle down and gather in their form rooms. This was Max's first year at Seattle High, and already she was lost. She had managed to find the front office and sign in as a new student this year, studying grade 12. They had given her directions on where her form room was but forgot them in the excitement and confusion of other students, glad to catch up with past friends and gossiping about what they had done over the holidays.
"Great!" mumbled Max, looking around at the, now, empty corridor, which once held thousands of students, "Lost on the first day of school. Must be a new record!"
Max was wearing a three quarter sleeved blue top with a black vest over the top, loose black cargos that hugged her waist and a pair of runners. Her hair was straight, reaching down towards just below her breasts and she had sunglasses on the top of her head, acting as a headband.
She wondered along the corridor, trying desperately to find her form room.
"Where the hell is E201???" cried Max to herself, getting more frustrated by the minute. She felt like bashing the whole wall down at that moment, but knew that she had to control herself in public.
"F305....F307....F309....F311...." mumbled Max under her breath as she read the signs of the doors as she passed them.
"Hey, you must be new here!"
Startled, Max turned around and saw a tallish boy, cute, with a pair of glasses and brown hair, gelled up at the front. He wore cargos and had a long sleeved skivvy.
"Yeah.I'm kinda lost. I'm trying to find my form room.but I'm having a little trouble."
"What room is it?"
"E201"
"Really? That's my form room too. We must be in the same class. Here, stick with me and I guarantee you safe passage around the school!" They started walking down the corridor towards a flight of stairs.
"Oh, sorry, I should have introduced myself. My name's Logan, Logan Cale. And you are." he asked, smiling widely.
"Max Guevara."
"Short for Maxine?"
"No, just Max."
"Oh, ok! So what subjects are you studying this year? You are in grade 12.right?"
"Yeah, ummm.I'm studying English, Psychology and Chemistry. Did Maths, Physics and Biology last year."
"Oh, I see.so you're one of those 'bright' students eh? They always do those kind of subjects. I'm a 'bright' student myself. I'm also doing those subjects too. Would be cool if we were in the same class. Oh, here we are!" exclaimed Logan as they stopped in front of a door that had a sign saying 'E201', "Our form room! You'll be, of course, excused for being late, being your first day and all. But be careful later on, you don't want to get on Mrs MacKennedy's bad side."
Logan had stepped inside the classroom, excused himself for being late, and then seated himself near the front row. The whole class went silent as Max entered the classroom. This only made Max even more nervous, but tried not to show it as she approached the teacher's desk. She rummaged around her backpack and took out a small piece of paper, which she handed to the teacher. Mrs MacKennedy read it in silent and sounded her argreement.
"Class!" roared Mrs MacKennedy, "We have a new student this year. Name's Max Guevara. Make her welcome! Now take a seat love."
Mrs MacKennedy was big in size, which helped enormously to get people's attention. Her loud voice also helped too. She had a chubby round face with baby fat and had two dimples on her cheeks. Her red frizzy hair made her look crazy, given the fact that the clothes that she wore only encouraged that even more. Max slowly made her way to the back of the class, aware of all the eyes on her. She decided to sit at the very back, next to a black girl with frizzy hair sucking on a lollypop. As she sat down, she felt relieved of all the eyes that were upon her, as they soon settled up front onto the teacher.
"My name is Mrs MacKennedy, for those who don't know!" belted Mrs MacKennedy as she wrote her name on the board, "whoever is late from today onwards to form room will be given a detention! Unless, of course, you have a note from your parents to excuse yourself! There will be no smoking, drugs or sexual tendencies to one another while I'm around. I expect each and everyone of you to come to class before and after school to report your attendance and be dismissed. Now, off to your first class of the year!"
There was a great deal of noise from people getting off seats and the chatting between one another. Max found this form of learning very different to the ones at Manticore. She liked it much better of course. She felt that she could get out of trouble more easily.
"First day at school, eh?" The black girl sucking the lollypop who was sitting next to Max just before had spoken.
"Original Cindy," Said the black girl, "Call me OC. So, what sub do you have now?"
"Psychology"
"Ooh! Psyc. Geez, you're one of those smart kids eh? Hey boo! Dun worry bout it! Smart kids are cool! Got that next too, sit next to ya?"
"Yeah.sure." Said Max as OC lead the way towards the psychology classroom.
They both sat down near the middle and waited for the class to start.
"Hey, dun look, both this guy's totally checking you out man!" exclaimed OC, looking behind Max's back.
Max turned around to see who it was. "Oh, that's Logan. He's a friend."
OC, clearly showing her disapproval that Logan was just being a 'friend' and nothing else swivelled to face the front and listened to the teacher, who had apparently started speaking.
"Welcome grade 12 students to my psychology class. I hope you have fun and enjoy your time with me..."
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"Hey, did you understand all that babble the guy was talking about in psyc just then?"
"Yeah! Why?"
"Just wonderin'.that's all.you know.there's this social that's happening next week. You going? It's on Thursday and you'll need to sign your name up on the board if you are. Come with me during the break if you want to, to sign our names up.k?"
OC then walked off towards her locker to get ready for her next class, leaving Max standing alone thinking.
"A Social???" Max thought, she had never been to a social in her life, and besides, what was the point of trying to court boys when she used to sleep in the same room as boys. OK, maybe you wouldn't exactly call them 'boys', more like genetically engineered soldiers. But they were still boys in a physical way.
Max wondered off to her locker to get ready for the next class when she felt someone brush against her shoulder. She was about to turn around and grab the person by the neck, but quickly remembered that she was at high school where people trusted each other. Anyhow, she still looked around to check just in case and found it was just someone brushing against her because it was so crowded along the corridor and you had to squeeze past people in order to get anywhere. Max solemnly made a silent promise to remember to try and let down her soldier senses now that she was starting a new life after escaping Manticore.
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Max walked down the streets with her backpack on. It was at night and she had to stay back at school after a misconception of who hit who. Max had gotten in an incident with another guy that was bigger than her in every way. She had accidently smashed into him on the way out of school and it was just her luck to have bumped into the biggest bully and bad guy in the school, Matt Swazenbord. There was this unspoken rule that everybody knew about in school. That no one was allowed to touch Matt Swazenbord without permission or that person would suffer a slow and horrible death.
So, as usual, Matt grabbed Max around the neck and was about to strangle her and punch her in the eye when Max dropped as hard as she could, bringing Matt down with her and swinging down under him. Matt was furious that Max would even dare to challenge him, let alone fight back. He got up as fast as he could and tried to punch her in the face. Max dodged it and rammed into his stomach, twisted around and kicked him in the chin. Matt flew back and landed on his bum.
"You go girl!" a scream was heard in the big crowd that had gathered around the scene. Groups of people had gathered seeing the big confrontation of Matt Swazenbord. It was like a history in the making. No one had ever dared to stand up to Matt, let alone touch him and a tiny, new girl had just done it on her first day of school.
"Move out of the way. Excuse me!" a voice was heard pushing its way towards the front of the crowd. "And what do you think you're doing? Trying to draw attention to yourself, I presume." spat Mrs McCranky. "Look what you've all done? You have created a crowd. To the principal's office, both of you. The rest of you, school's finished, go home!"
Mrs McCranky grabbed both Matt and Max by the scruff of their necks and dragged them to the front of the principals office. This time, Matt didn't mind when the teacher touched him, and Max smiled at the look of Matt's defeated expression. Mrs McCranky knocked on the door of the principal's office and opened it, "Mr Wilson, I have two trouble makers for you."
As soon as Mrs McCranky left, both Matt and Max slowly walked into the room. The whole room was olden day style and had gold plated leather sofas and chairs along the far wall. In the middle was a desk filled with papers and at the corner of the desk was a green desk lamp. There were pots of plants around the room and, unlike Lydecker's office in Manticore, seemed to have no recent technology except for a computer. It was as if they had walked through time to 50 years ago, where this would have been the fashion for offices.
Max and Matt both sat down on two chairs, situated in front of the principal's desk, and waited. There didn't seem to be anyone in the room except themselves and they were wondering when the principal was going to come when they heard a voice coming from a corner of the room, then a sound as if a door was shut.
"I hear that you two have been trouble makers," exclaimed the principal, "and that you two started a fight in the halls after last period." The principal was wearing a suit, blue shirt and a tie. He had scruffy hair and was wearing glasses. He didn't look like a strict principal, but he was, and took care of the school very well.
Instantly, Matt rebutted, pointing to Max, "It was her, she started it!"
"Now, is this true?" asked the principal. Max looked up from her crouched position and stared directly into the principals eyes. If Zack or Syl or any of her brothers and sisters were there, they would have known what was about to happen and would have taken Max away as quickly as possible because she was about to tell the most whopping lie straight into the principal's face, like she always did in front of anyone asked her her opinion. But to Max, this situation called for a totally different type of lie, a true sort of lie, if you could call it one.
"You see, I'm not human, not literally. I'm a genetically engineered soldier who is trained to kill. And all of a sudden, I felt an urge to kill and Matt here, "said Max, pointed towards Matt, "just happened to be in my way. So, we started a fight. You can't stop the urges to kill from a genetically engineered soldier, you just can't." explained Max matter of factly.
Both Matt and the principal just sat in awe. They couldn't believe what Max had just said. Firstly, no one had lied right in front of the principal's face, or sounded like they were lying and no one had said it was their fault whenever the situation consisted of Matt and themselves. The principal had made up his mind, "alright, detention both of you. Max, for telling a whopping lie right in front of my face, and Matt, because I believe that you were the one that started it." All the while, the principal was staring right at Max. "But it wasn't a lie, well, the genetically engineered part wasn't" mumbled Max as both Matt and herself walked out of the principal's office, down the corridor and into an empty classroom for their detention.
