Sorry it took me so long to update I was going through a little thing I hate to call WRITTERS BLOCK! But I think I'm over it now so hopefully more chapters will be up soon.
I would - again - just like to thank Nadine for the basic storyline. You rock!
And before I forget thanks to all my reveiwers. You guys are awesome.
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Chapter 4: Enough With The Sympathy People!
Max POV
Wow . . . You'd be surprised to see how fast news travels in my school. Every person knew now. Can't hide it forever. Especially when it's on the news and in the news papers. Every student I walked past would look at me sympathetically. But I knew it wouldn't last. The funeral is tomorrow, so all emotion will be ripped out of me then. Meaning that they no longer have anything to feed off and will stop bugging me. It's been almost a week. Yes I know it's a long time to wait but the crash was on Monday so I've had school all week. And I need to be there so . . . Yea, that's why it took so long.
"Stop staring at me!" I screamed to no one in particular. Everyone scattered. See here's the thing, lots of sympathetic people + Max = very angry Max, and very angry Max is not someone you want to spend time with.
The rest of the day was pretty average, apart from the, you know, whole Fang thing. I swear that bay is getting more and more distant as we speak. Though I have no idea why. He and I have always been close. Now, nadda. He hardly ever talks to me. Yes I know he hardly ever talks to anybody. But this is different. He used to talk to me.
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Black. You have to wear it to a funeral. I usually don't mind wearing it. Actually I like wearing it. But not today. I was wearing black jeans, black high-top converse and a black long sleeved shirt. It sorta made me feel like a girl version of Fang. Okay, definitely not sleeping enough lately.
I slowly walked down the stairs and found my Dad leaning against the wall . His eyes were red and he, well . . . he looked worse than me. And that's saying something.
It was silent the entire way there. And when we got there it was all just kind of a blur. People crying, people watching my Dad and I waiting for us to break. My dad did but I refused to let these people see me cry. No way was I going to let that happen. And you might be think, what kind of sick person doesn't cry at their mother's funeral? Well, I have one thing to say to you. DON'T JUDGE ME! If I cry I will feel weak and if I feel weak I might possibly make everyone else feel like crap because of it. Not something my mom would approve. So I won't cry in public. But that doesn't mean I won't cry alone.
Afterwards Iggy, Gazzy, Angle, Nudge and Fang came over to my house. The only person who wasn't itching to get out of these dreaded black clothes was Fang. Yea, big surprise there. Not! Okay so I wasn't in the best mood so when Fang said he had to go I snapped.
"Where do you have to go? Huh? What could possibly be more important than this? You are never here anymore! You haven't looked me in the eye for months! Why? What could have happened that made you hate me so suddenly!" I screamed in his face. Everyone was looking at me in shock. I was too busy glaring at Fang to notice. He sighed and turned to leave. He paused and said one thing before he left.
"I don't hate you Max." Then he left.
I couldn't help it then, I sank to my knees and cried, and cried, and cried, and cried. By the time I was done crying Angle and Nudge were both kneeling next to me. Trying their best to calm me down. I whipped my eyes and looked up to see Iggy and Gazzy staring at me. Iggy looked like he had no idea what to do, which didn't surprise me really. Gazzy on the other hand actually looked a little bit scared. When I looked at Angle and Nudge I realised they did to, only they were hidding it better.
God when did everything turn so lopsided. I knew why they were freaked out. They were the ones coming to me when they needed help, not the other way around. I was the strong one. The one that knew how to fix things. Not the one that needed things fixed. I used to be able to count on one hand the amount of times I've cried. But I've been crying so much lately I think I'd need three.
