Princesses will go unnoticed
~Part 1~
Chapter 3
Of course. My birthday just had to be on a Monday, didn't it?
Through the flow of all the kids, the black Mercedes stuck out to everyone's eyes. I noticed people would come up to Sam now and then and ask for his autograph. He signed a few, then noticed me. He shooed everyone away and smiled. I hoped over the shotgun door.
"Hey beautiful." I smiled at Sam and gave him a quick kiss, ignoring the gawking kids around me.
"So, we go?" I said. Sam hesitated. "Yeah, about that-" He started the car and sped of onto the highway.
"I know, I know, you have your football practice, I get it. Just, don't be late." His eyes gleamed. "Oh, thank you, Max!"
He looked like he wanted to kiss me, but kept his eyes on the road.
Max's Journal
7:59
No Sam.
8:00
Still waiting.
8:01
Not answering my texts.
8:15
A mascara ridden tear runs down my cheek.
8:30
We did decide on 8:00, right?
I sat on the stairs, tears running down my cheeks. Nobody was here, all thought I'd be gone soon so they went out to the movies.
I told him! I told him he couldn't do it! And what did he do? He went to the practice! Sure he's done this before, but this was special!
I stomped up the stairs and went into my room, slamming the door behind me. I sat on my bed and burst into tears, running my mascara everywhere.
This is probably the only time you will ever see me cry and wear mascara, so you might want to write this down somewhere.
I changed out of my formal wear and got into something a little more...me. I heard my phone go off a couple of times, but ignored it. I sat on my bed and let sleep take over my body.
I opened my eyes to darkness. At first, I thought I hadn't even opened them at all, but then I made the mistake of touching my eyelids. In fact, I didn't even have eyes, there were just holes in the shape of spheres implanted into the spots where my eyes were supposed to be. I felt the skin at the bottom of the two craters; smooth and unscathed. It was like I'd never had eyes to begin with.
I panicked
I thrashed around on the hard metal floor that was where I slept. I noticed I felt smaller, more... frail. I felt my body. I was wearing a cloth-like dress that exposed my back side, just like hospitals. My fingers stretched up and touch metal bars. There were also bars towards the tips of my toes. My finger tips rubbed together and they felt, soft. I felt my hair. It was curly. Curly like you would see those blond weirdos would have.
I felt young, new, and lively. Well, as lively as you can feel when your locked in a crate. And, when I say young, I mean young. Not like those 40 year-old models who look 27; I mean like, below 4 young.
"Ang. Ang? Angel!" Someone started calling. "Come on wake up!"
In fact I was awake, just didn't have eyes to show it.
Wait. Who's Angel?
Someone started to poke me. "Angel. Angel. Angel. Angel." I opened my mouth to say something witty.
"Ehhhh" That wasn't witty at all, but at least the annoying guy poking me was satisfied. I heard him sigh.
"Gaz, let her sleep, she just came out of surgery."
"But Nudge! I need to know if she's alright!"
"I don't care! Just shut up an-" I heard the sound of a door opening and the supposed 'Gaz' and 'Nudge' shut up. The crate door next to me opened and something heavy was thrown inside.
"Oh finally! I thought I'd never be able to get my hands on this one's DNA! How long has it been, since the last time it was here?" The sound of wheels squeaking filled my ears and I started to cry.
"Oh, now look what you've done!" A calased hand clamped over my mouth and I shushed instantly. Not out of love. Out of fear.
"Well sorry, but it's a failure anyway. Why bother if it cries all day anyway?"
"Because we'll get are butts whooped if something happens to it! We can't afford the lose!" The wheels squeaked again. I opened my mouth, but another calased, yet bloody, hand covered my mouth.
"Yeah, ok, fine. Lets just get out of here. It's giving me the creeps." The door opened, then shut violently. I heard shuffling coming from the crates next to me, but the hand stayed. The taste of blood started to seep into my mouth.
" Are they gone?" A gruff voice said from next to me.
"Yeah" Nudge said. "But who are you?"
The bloody hand lifted. "Fang."
"Max. Max? Max, will you answer me already?"
I shot straight up in bed only to connect my head with my mom. "Ow, what?"
"Well, now that you've given me a minor concussion, I'd like for you to drink this." She said. I looked over to my clock. 11:37 pm. I looked back to my mom. She was holding a metal flask that fit perfectly in the palm of her hand. In side was a greenish-brownish liquid.
"You want me to... drink that?" I said, glancing at the vial liquid. Mom looked at it too.
She hesitated before answering, "Yes"
I took the glass from her hands. "Wait, why do you want me to drink this anyway?" Her face paled.
"Um... Max... just drink it." I shrugged. I raised the glass up to my lips. Mom looked as if she was leaning towards me in pure anxiety. I took the first sip, and gagged.
"Holy...Ugg what is that?! You want me to... are you trying to kill me? There's better ways to kill me than this, mother!"
"Max-"
"Oh my god! This is disgusting! Did you even see if this is safe before you gave it to me?"
"Max, I-"
"You need to try this! Oh my-, I'm gonna die! I need to go-"
"MAX!"
I stopped my rant and looked up to my mother. She looked as if she was choking back laughter.
"What?"
"I have had this."
I paused "What?"
She giggled." I had it when I was seventeen. Trust me, it wasn't any better back then than it is now."
I looked at the flask. Wait, I'm drinking her spit?
"Trust me. Just gulp it down in one big slurp, the after taste is better than the actually flavor."
I glared. "Are you sure you're not trying to kill me?"
She laughed. "Yes Max, I'm sure."
I nodded. One more hesitant glance later, I drowned the whole thing.
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