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I do NOT own Maximum Ride.
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F.P.O.V.
Chapter Four:
Homeroom grew less interesting as the minutes dragged on, as did the rest of the day.
Max and I had traded schedules and, although we had had similar schedules, there were other things that had caught my eye. I stared at the weekly schedule, almost enviously. Her first period class for the entire week, one that almost no Junior could get into except for her and Iggy, was AP Physics, a class specifically for Seniors or extremely advanced students. Her second period was Algebra II, a regular Junior class, and her third was Developing Musicianship Through Singing. It was a class we had together.
Fourth period was American Literature Honors, another class she had with Iggy and I. Fifth, she was stuck with me, Iggy, and Nudge for lunch. She then was going to be with Nudge for her sixth period class, United States History and for seventh, Biology. Eighth she had Physical Education (PE) or Driver Education, depending on the day, as did I.
She had skimmed my paper before quickly handing it back and eventually snatched hers back to find her first period class.
"Max," I tapped her as she gathered her things and gestured for Iggy to come by us. "You and Iggy both have the same first period class. Just go with him?"
"Iggy?" was her response and he grinned at her.
"You take AP Physics, too?" he asked before taking her by the arm and tugging her away from me. "Let's go! You can be my seat work partner! Even though we don't sit..."
"What?" she tried to glance back at me once, and Iggy kept pulling her along, mumbling random things to try to confuse her. I mentally wished her good luck.
I breathed a sigh of relief after the bell had rung and seeked to escape away to my third period class. Anything that had to do with music was at least tolerable for me to sit through, and being in a class with Max might be interesting. After all, homeroom was.
Max was trying to find the classroom when I turned the corner of the hallway, squinting at her schedule and then at the rooms. She looked more lost than the freshmen had been on their first day here; confused and almost vulnerable. She was singled out among the students, everyone careful to avoid her, as though she were poisonous.
Another sigh.
I glanced around once, quickly, before squeezing my way through the crowd. Many people ignored me and my anxiousness. That was, until I invaded the bubble around Max that everyone had so carefully created.
A few eyes lingered on me as students walked by, muffled whispering traveling across the air. I didn't look at them, nor did I really care about what they had to say; I just tried to catch up with Max.
Except, when I did? She came to an abrupt stop, and I nearly tripped onto her.
"What is your problem?" She snapped, whirling around to face me and subconsciously jumping away from me. We were so close; I could have felt her breath on me, had she not moved away. I didn't move. "You're so freaking quiet but you're literally everywhere. What's your problem?"
"My problem?" I answered with the same amount of venom.
"Yes, your problem. Now quit it."
"Quit what?" I felt a smirk coming on. "Breathing?"
"No, smart one. Stalking," she glared. "But breathing works just as well."
"I'm going to take that as a compliment."
"Of course you are," she mumbled.
"As you all know, the winter concert is coming very, very quickly," Mr. Shayne stood in front of the classroom, hands clasped together and a familiar, proud smile on his lips. He glanced around the room, his eyes resting on Max, who, once again, was placed next to me. "And since we have a new addition of our class, I thought it'd be a great idea to start off with our winter medley!"
A few people groaned and I caught Max raise her eyebrows at Mr. Shayne. He grinned back at her and clapped his hands. "Up, up everyone! Let's show Ms. Ride what she's thrown herself into."
Mr. Shayne, far too happy for almost ten in the morning, all but basically skipped to the CD player and hit the play button. A loud, bright sound chimed and the class began to harmonize lyrics and sounds, singing Christmas classics about Frosty the Snowman and Winter Wonderlands. He glanced at Max a few times while conducting, as did I while singing, and her eyes widened at the enthusiasm of the song.
After the song had slowly died out, we all dropped back down into our seats, watching Mr. Shayne grin. It was obvious how proud he was of us.
"So, Max?" he looked at her like a wide-eyed little boy.
"Yes?" she answered, tensing up.
"What did you think?" he smiled. I heard her breathe a sigh of relief.
"It was good," she said cautiously. "Very...happy."
"That's the idea!" Mr. Shayne clapped before extending a hand to her. "Now, would you like to share with us your voice?"
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Here you go, guys! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it c:
I'm sorry it's a tad bit short, but hopefully, if not today, tomorrow I'll get up another chapter to make it up to you all!
Ash: You better. They may kill you if you don't.
Me: They will not! Right, guys?
;;Have any requests for the song Max should sing, IF she sings? Let me know!
