Royalty in Exile
Chapter 7
Hey, Max, is your mother dying?
Author's notes: New chapter in over a few months. If any of you think that I am going to discontinue this, then you got another thing coming, because I am going to be doing weekly updates on this.
Disclaimer: I wished I owned at least Pokemon, so I could get the WB and UPN to un-merge. But I don't. If I owned S.E. Hinton's books, I'd write a sequel to The Outsiders. But I don't. These two things belong to their respective owners.
I went to school the next day, thinking about seeing my friends, when all of a sudden, Max came walking down the steps. "Hey, Max!" I yelled. "Yeah, they called..." he said. "What's going on?" Just then, the girl who had a crush on Max said "His mother had a stroke." I couldn't believe it. I was worried. Max had already lost his sister; he didn't need to lose his mother. "Hey Max." I called. "Is your mother dying?" Max turned around, pale-faced. "What kind of question is that? She's not going to die," he said, but he had a doubtful look on his face. He then got into his father's car so that he could drive Max to the hospital. "I was just asking, man." I yelled after him. I then turned around, and saw the Max-crazy girl. She was blocking my way into the school. "Hey, bitch," I said. "It wouldn't hurt you to give me the time of the day." I then went to my gym class.
I was sitting in the bleachers watching basketball practice, and then Mr. Leeper, my gym teacher said, "Hey Andrew-James, want to earn a quick five bucks." I was never one to turn down the chance to earn some money, so I leaned forward, intrigued. Mr. Leeper put his lips close to my ear. "Drew has been giving me a lot of trouble lately." (AN: Yes, it is the same Drew from Pokemon) He pointed to his neck brace as evidence. I turned to him. "Yeah, I don't like him," I said. "He's a real wiseass." Mr. Leeper smiled. "That's right," he said. "A real wiseass." He looked around to see if anybody was watching. "I'll give you five dollars if you beat him up." I smirked. Since I knew where he lived, I could jump him any time. His only experience with battle was with Pokemon Contests, he couldn't hold his own in a fist-fight. "I would," I said. "But I can't right now." I lifted up a little bit of my shirt to show Mr. Leeper my knife cut. "Holy shit," he said. "How did you get that?" I looked at him. "I got it in a knife fight." I explained. Mr. Leeper went wide-eyed. "Did you see Nurse Joy about that?" he asked. I pulled my shirt back down. "Nope," I said. "I'm not going to, either." Mr. Leeper calmed down. "Well," he said. "Let me know when you're feeling better." I smiled and left.
Author's Notes: I know, short chapter, but I got to keep my mind on school. Plus, the Super Bowl is on tonight.