Young Girl

Chapter Three

Max

Ugh. Why do I have to spend the next two hours in detention with my least favorite teacher? How in the hell is that fair? Okay, fine, I kind of deserved it, but still! I can't stand Mr. King!

"Afternoon, Max. Sit down in your normal seat." Mr. King told me as he and I both walked into his class after school.

"Yeah, kay." I groaned dropping my already packed backpack onto the floor and kicking my feet up onto my desk as I had yesterday in class.

"Just because it's after school hours doesn't mean you can do whatever you desire, Max." Mr. King sighed, sitting down at his desk.

I completely ignored him and did what I wanted.

At North Valley, during detention, you have two options, you can either do homework or just sit there bored out of your mind. I did neither, technically.

I pulled out my notebook with the various band names on it and began to write on a short "story" I was writing.

It was about a detective who falls in love with a man who was brought into her station under a false lead. It was the first thing that popped into my mind... Plus, I'd been watching an episode of Law & Order: SVU when I started writing it.

"Homework, Max?" Mr. King asked about ten minutes into detention.

"Not really. Just a story for the hell of it." I replied, not looking up at him.

"You write?"

"Yeah."

I continued writing as he and I talked.

"Can I read it?" he asked, sounding unsure of himself.

"I suppose, but I'm not getting up."

Mr. King got up and came over to me, taking the notebook from my hands and beginning to read.

I took my baseball cap off my head and covered my face with it so I didn't have to see his reaction.

I can't see people reading my writing because if I see a bad reaction I get self-conscious.

"Wow. You've got a lot of talent, Max. Why don't you try for that competition for young authors down at the community center this weekend?"

"Don't wanna."

"Max, not everybody has a natural endowment for writing. You've got it."

I tipped my hat up and looked at him.

Alright, now I can see what Nudge was talking about. Mr. King is pretty good-looking actually.

He had jet black hair that flowed down to the middle of his ears, and these really deep eyes. Now, I had pretty dark eyes being brown and all, but his were like, black. And he had really white teeth and a decent smile. Plus, Mr. King was really nice, actually. And for me, personality is what makes someone attractive.

"Maybe I'll go." I sighed, giving in.

"Good." Mr. King smiled, dropping my notebook back onto my desk.

Later on, after detention was over, and I was back at my house, my dad decided it would be a good time to tell me I was gaining another member of family. A step-mother. Marian Janssen. The woman is freaking psychotic. She will never be like my mom.

I sighed, thinking of my mom as I listened to music in my room, doing my Civics homework.

"Max! Get down here!" I heard my dad yell from downstairs.

I groaned and placed my pencil on my desk before running downstairs.

"What?" I asked, harshly, as I entered the kitchen where my dad, Marian, and my brother, Ari, were.

"Marian wants to ask you something." Dad told me.

"And does Marian want you to ask for her, as it seems she's letting you speak for her now."

"Max, please. I'm not asking for you to love me. I know you miss your mom, but I love your dad more than anything. Please believe that. And you and Ari are the best step-children I could ask for." Marian said, putting on her innocent act.

"Bullshit. You don't care about me or Ari. We're nothing to you. You just want money. And since Dad's about ten to fifteen years older than you, looks like you'll get it soon enough."

"Maximum! That was appalling!" Dad screamed.

"That was true!"

Dad stormed off, taking Marian by the hand and towing her into their room, leaving me with Ari.

"Geeze, Max, seems like you've got more balls than I do." Ari laughed, biting down on an apple he had in his hand.

"Well, somebody's gotta have 'em."

Hey, guys! So, if you read "Hands Where I Can See Them", one of my other fanfictions, this will be redundant to you, but I've started to write for FictionPress, and it would mean the world to me if you went ahead and checked out what I've already posted on there.

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