Knock, Knock, Knock "Come on, Max!" Danielle shouted. "I have to get ready for school too!" The girl named Max sighed.
"Sorry Dani, I'll be out in a sec." True to her word, she was out seconds later, wrapped in a towel, her brown hair dripping wet. "So you're a brunette now?" Danielle asked, sidestepping to allow her sister into the hall.
"New year, new me!" Max explained. "So, whaddya think?" She fluttered her round blue eyes as she struck a small pose. "Brunette…or red-head again?" Her hair instantly changed into a deep and her eyes became a brilliant bright green. Danielle's dull brown eyes lit up instantly.
"Oh My God, I love it! … Now let me in." The teen pushed her way into the bathroom. Max chuckled lightly, as if to her own private joke, as she head down the hall, her feet slideing across the velvety carpet. She jumped quickly into her own large room, her eyes darting away to avoid the black door to the right of her own; the door that help all of those painful memories.
Today, she had decided to wear a knee-length black skirt with skull leggings, a black muscle tank, and her skater tennis shoes. You could also make out the small fake bird tattoo on her shoulder. Max had just finished hooking her favorite necklace, a simple silver chain, around her neck when she heard a scream. She laughed at the quick clanging of the faucet as she ran to the bathroom. Danielle stepped out, donned in her robe, sputtering.
"You used up all the hot water!" she yelled out. Max dodged out of the way as she ran to the kitchen. There, setting plates on the table for breakfast, was her stepmother. "Hey!" she greeted, before sitting down by her plate. Danielle joined the two moments later, obviously still fuming over the shower incident.
The toast was burnt and the coffee was bitter. The pancakes were a bit too buttery and the sausage was spicy. But, all-in-all, it wasn't that bad. After all, Anne was still learning how to cook. Breakfast and the rest of the morning schedule went by without any (more) problems.
Unfortunatly, the time comes when you have to venture to school. Max was actually a bit excited to be going to school today, as it was her third year of high school. (and if you can't figure it out, she's 17 and she's a senior) Max quickly chose this years new persona. The first year, she was simple the sweet and innocent new girl with platinum blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her sophomore year, she was a total school girl, with red hair and green eyes. This year, she was going with a Tough You-don't-want-to-mess-with-me-or-I'll-kick-your-butt look.
As she and Dani exited the wooden door, they waved goodbye to Anne. The walk to school was peaceful. The air smelt rainy and musty and you could see the dew in the silky, moist grass. They only lived 2 blocks away from the school so the had become used to walking.
"You planned that this morning, didn't you?" Danielle asked all of a sudden.
"Eh, maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Max solidly replied. She kept her face straight, not giving away a bit of emotion. She didn't get how Fang was able to act so impassive all of the time, how he couldn't just be alive and free.
Danielle growled and Max couldn't hold it in any longer, she burst out laughing.
She and Danielle attended Riverdale High School. It was an older building that smelt of decayed garbage in one half and mildewy in the other half. This year, her classes were in the mildewy half. She had no classes with Danielle, who was a senior, but she had a few classes with her friends Mara and Lita, who were twin sisters. Max was exceptionally bright, as she was taking AP Math, AP Science, and Advanced Language Arts. She also had to take Social Studies, Gym (the best, with her mutant strength and ajility), and her elective was art. She was surprisingly, an excellent artist. At first, she didn't like it, because it reminded her to much of Fang, but now she is the Teacher's pet and she loves to draw and paint.
The first day back to school was going great, even if it was only the beginning of second period. Second period was sophomore elective period, so in Max's case, she had Art. She walked in, greeting the teacher as usual and sitting in her usual seat in the back right-hand corner. She looked forward to another boring school year when HE walked in the door.
She pressed her hand to her heart and her heart skipped a beat. Above the scraping of stools, humming of the music performers, and the roaring students talking and gossiping, she could hear that voice; the one she hadn't heard in forever. No, he couldn't be here now, it's not possible. Yeah, it must be a mistake. But of course, Max proved her facts when she saw him turn to her and walk towards her. She began to worry that he had recognized her but he simply sat down in the seat beside her quietly. "Hi. Welcome to Ms. Grundy's art class. I'm Ma-Melissa." She had almost said Max but she caught herself and used her fake name, the one she had chosen to use at school.
He turned to her silently with a nod of recognition. But, as she hadn't expected, he replied.
"Hey, I'm…"
Yes, i am so evil to have cut you off like that, but i couldn't help it. Any guesses as to who it is? And i'm sorry about the choppyness of this chappie. I went back and forth between describing stuff and stuff with the actual characters. Well, let me know what you think in a review!!!