Max Caulfield
Max carefully analyzed the photo before her. She was very particular in the way that she wanted this picture to turn out, and wondered if it would be better to just scrap and reshoot.
Her iPod finished a song she hadn't been paying attention to and started a new one just as another boom of thunder shook the building. Good thing I didn't make plans today. Good ol' rainy Oregon.
She had just moved back to her once hometown Arcadia Bay to go to the photography school there, Blackwell academy. Sure the towns run down, but all of her best memories of adventuring with her best friend were made here, and she treasured them deeply. Chloe Price, Max remembered.
She shook the thought of her long gone friend Chloe to try and focus on the photo again. My head is centered, and the photos and lights on the wall are symmetrical but… Maybe the lighting in this one is just all wrong. That damn overcast…
Just then she heard a knock on her door. Before she even had time to get up the girl on the other end yelled
"Turn your shitty folk music down! The whole damn dorm can hear it!"
Before Max could even jump up to respond, the girl stomped off, and she heard the door across from her slam.
Crap, I pissed off Victoria.
Max quickly moved to her stereo and turned the volume down several notches, hoping that it was better.
Damn, I didn't even know my music was that loud! How embarrassing…
Max flopped onto her bed, feeling her ears become red with embarrassment.
For some reason she thought of what Chloe might do right now. Probably yell back at Victoria and keep the music turned up. She was always more upfront and pushy than Max was. Never afraid to get her hands dirty.
She probably isn't even like that anymore. I haven't seen her in years, there's no telling what she's like now. Why am I thinking about her so much?
Max turned her head to the tattered scrap book on her bedside table, conveniently opened to a page with her and Chloe on it.
I need to contact her and let her know I'm back in town. The sooner I stop procrastinating and just get it over with the less mad she'll be at me for staying out of touch for so long. She's probably already beyond pissed at me for leaving her at such a vulnerable time. Im such an asshole…
Max sighed and covered her face with a pillow for a moment, overwhelmed by the guilt and worry with this whole situation.
I can do it tomorrow, she thought.
Chloe can wait one more day.