Chapter Two
Max POV
A plate of cookies and an hour of blasting 1975 later I heard a faint knock on my door.
"Who is there?"
"Ella" my sister called. "Max I wanna talk."
I got up to let my sister in. She must have been just as upset as I was. Sighing she plops down on my bed.
"Mr. Carson told be that I was accepted to be an editor on the school newspaper. He said my essay was fantastic. It took me a week to write that and now I don't get the chance to be on the newspaper committee! Ugh, this sucks!"
Ella suddenly sat upright and looked at me.
"Oh max! You'll miss your formal!"
Both of our heads swiveled to look at the divine red dress that hung from my closet door.
"El, I'll be right back, I need to talk to mom." I said already on my way downstairs.
My mom was sitting in the living room reading The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo. She put her book down and opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off.
"You never liked him did you? You thought he was irresponsible and that's why you're taking us out early. You don't want me to spend anymore time with him!"
"Max, who are you talking about?" my mom questioned.
"Dylan! My boyfriend!" I exclaimed.
"Oh" my mom looked shocked. "Max, no, that's not why at all. Jeb got assigned an earlier project and we decided it would be easier to move us all earlier."
"Oh" now it was my turn to look surprised. "So its not because you don't want me to go to the formal with him?"
"No honey, I'm sorry I didn't even think about your formal" she said gesturing for me come closer. I obliged and she hugged me, making room for me to sit with her. She stroked my hair and apologized.
"We had your dress picked out and I was going too do your hair. Oh Max, I'm so sorry you have to miss it. Wait! Hold up!"
Yup. My mom said 'Hold up' God I love her. My mom was wriggling her phone out of her back pocket. Now she was typing and scrolling and…
"Max!"
"Mom I'm sitting right here."
"Oh right, well good news! Your new school has there formal in a couple weeks! You'll make it!"
"Really? Okay all I have to do is find a date and presto!"
With renewed energy I sprung up to finish packing my room.
"Max" my mom called as I was about halfway up the stairs.
"Eh?" was my response.
"Tell Ella that the Formal is for all highschool-ers so she will be able to attend as well."
Bounding into my room to find Ella in the exact place I left her I singsonged
"You're gonna need a dress!"
"Huh?"
"For the Formal!"
"Huh?
"You're going too!"
"Huh!"
Yup, that's what my brilliant little sister was reduced to. Shocked into one word responses.
"But I'm only a sophomore!" Ella finally started thinking.
"Yea this new school lets all highschool-ers go!"
"Oh, sweet!"
"Uh-huh! And to repay me for delivering this wonderful news you can help me pack the rest of my room.
3 hours, a couple dozen boxes and 4 fish tacos later
"Okay Max, I have tape in my hair and my arms are tired from lifting your junk into boxes. I think you can finish these last few clothes piles by yourself."
"Thanks so much for the help El! I owe you one!"
"Yea, and don't you forget it" Ella said smiling and she left my almost completely packed up room. Looking around I decided I could finish packing tomorrow and I dropped on my bed and was out like a light.