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Max's POV:

I walked into homeroom, dumping my bag on my usually seat near the window. No one questioned me. They already knew. I loved to look at the window during class, but I still listened the teacher, now Ms. Chen and got straight A's.

"Hey Max!" Iggy said as he plopped down next to me.

"Yo-la!"I replied. And went back to gazing out the window. The leaves twirled around outside in the autumn breeze and the tree swayed lightly. I smiled at the site of the sun peeking out from the clouds.

"Max!" a whisper came from behind me, right next to my ear. I started at the sound of it, and snapped my head around. And there was Fang. Of course. He was grinning big.

"What?" I snapped at him. He just smiled wider.

"Just wanted to say 'Hi',"

"Well- hi!" I seethed A/N: Seethed is my fave word! He winced slightly and I smirked.

"Fine," he replied and I turned back to the window. No one disturb me, no one disturb me... I silently pleaded.

"Max?" Noooo!!

"Yes, Iggy?" I said through gritted teeth.

"I just wanted to say- look at your desk!" I looked down at my desk. Oopsy-Doodles, I thought as I stared down at the claw marks on the edge of the wood. I must have been doing that thoughtlessly while gazing out my window.

"Well- that's bad news Bears," I said. And Iggy snickered. Looking at my nails, I gasped. I put my hand to my mouth in mock-horror.

"Oh, no!" I said breathily. "Look at my nails! My poor, poor nails!" My nails were all mangled from the desk.

"To the nail salon! Stat! I'll make an appointment!" Iggy said in an unusually high-voice and flipped out his cell-phone. We burst out in hysterics.

Fang looked at us weird. I ignored him. This was nothing special.

Kids around us not even staring at us like Fang, but they knew me and Iggy and our spazzy ways. He noticed all the faces turned towards each other, totally blowing-off the scene to their left. SO he slowly turned away and now looking down at the paper on his desk. It was brain-teasers. How. Pathetic. I mean- seriously. We're in tenth-grade. But never mind.

"Iggy? Max? Will you please, shut your freaking gob?" our teacher asked, entering the room. She was probably my favorite teacher out of all in the school. It was her humor behind that hard exterior, it tickled me pink.

I never told you I wasn't weird...

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