Sorry for the short chapters, so far.
Thanks for clearing me up on the hig school things. So, Max is a Junior. JUNIOR. Read it, repeat it, remember it.
Oh, and someone on my other story pointed out that I sound kind of Emo because of types of stroies I write and the music I listen to. Although I have nothing against Emos, I am not one. I'm not sure why I write dark stories...I just...do.
Anyways, what I wanted to say is that I'm so freakin' tired of steriotypes. I only use them when I'm trying to describe something or someone. The way this person said it, it made it sound like it's a bad thing, which it isn't.
That also brings me to something...My username is Blood Glow, because that's my Pottermore username, and I didn't want to get confused. It used to be , but that sounded to much like a video game username then a fanfiction writer. Plus, it kind of fits the stories I write.
Okay, enough ranting. On with the story!
Max's POV
"When you get your frogs, I want you to make a small inc-"
"Mr. Lewis?" Jordan Mack, the girl sitting next to me, raised her hand. She had a very reconizable voice, it wasn't ugly or anything like that though. It was like she had many types of accents mashed together.
"Yes, Miss Mack?" Mr. Lewis said.
"The frogs are already dead, right?" she asked.
"Yes, so you don't have to be so digusted-"
"I'm not disgusted," Jordon Mack said, sounding insulted. "I just don't want to kill it. I'm fine with gutting it out-"
"Yes, yes. Very well." Mr Lewis interupped, going back to the lesson. I inwardly sighed and started doodling on the cover of my binder. Usually, Biology and Science are my very classes, but Mr. Lewis made it into nap time.
After Mr. Lewis had finished telling us the rules, he passed out the frogs. He lied when he said they were already dead; they were in jars and jumping normaly, oblivious that they were "donated" for science.
I didn't have a problem with killing these frogs, but Mack did. She seemed very reluctent and asked me to do it for her.
I paused. She seemed nice enough, but so did my old friends before they turned on me. Still, I couldn't let this poor girl do something she considered murder. So I quickly killed the frog after I did mine.
"Thanks," She said with a greatfull smile. I nodded a welcome and continued with my frog.
The other girls shreiked, and some even had to go out of the room in dry heaves, but I contuined with no problem.
Mack had no trouble at all. She gutted that thing like a fish with no sign of distgust.
"I'm kind of tempted to fling some of it's guts at Katylin..." Mack leaned over and whispered to me. Katylin was having the most trouble preforming "surgery" on her frog. At least three times she had to leave the room because of dry heaves, and she hardly started to cut the frog! She's the type to focus on her hair and make up, only thinks about herself and boys, you know; the extreme girly-girl. She wasn't mean, as far as I could tell. Just squirmish.
I chuckled at Mack's comment, kind of tempted to throw the whole frog at Katylin. Maybe there was someway I can do that...?
No, Max. Just stay out of the way. Stay out of the way, and have no problems this school year.
After this class, I headed for my next class, which is History. I've always enjoyed history, and was a little bit more excited for this class. We now lived in Salem, Massachusets, infamous for witch trails. I'm not into witchcraft or anything like that, but it does make for some exciting history...strange thing to come out of a teenager's mouth, but it is true. I just hope that this class won't be as boring as my last school. All they talked about was U.S History, which we've learned in sixth grade.
B2 wasn't that far from my Biology class, so I didn't race there. People did star at me and snickered behind their hands, though. Already? I've been here for no more then one class, and already almost the whole school knows about me? I can see the headline now: Infamous Maximum Ride, star at Salem's School Freak show. Red-Haired Wonder comments on this star's life. I might as well grow a pair of wings on my back...
I entered the room, where there was a few people already seated. I walked in, advoiding everyones' eye. I sat down at the most deserted spot and begun to doodle on my binder. Some people noticed me, as loud talk turned into whispers. I caught words like;
New chick...
...Heard she pushed down Lissa...
What's with that turtel neck?...Emo, much?
I don't like her...Why is she sitting over there, alone? Too good for everyone else? We'll show her.
Most of the whispers were like that. I ppretended like I didn't hear them, and that those words ment nothing to me. But in truth, they did mean something. Yep, the Great Maximum Ride, affected by a few words. Pathetic, huh? My whole situation has made me weak and tougher at the same time...if that's possible. I can take a little physical abuse, but words slice me like a razor I so craved at the moment...
Curiousity took hold of me, and I glanced around the room with my eyes. Some of hte students were standing while others were sitting on their desks. Mack was talking to the hot-emo-guy I saw earlier today. Know that a table was blocking her, I could see that she was about 5"5. She was very cury, but not big. She had high cheek bones and a slightly angler, but not "manly" face. She seemed very excited when she talked, moving her hands and laughing in a high pitched laugh. Although I didn't know her for long, I decided I liked her...well, tolerated, might be a better word.
A feakishly tall boy with strawberry blond hair and brilliant blue eyes entered that room and walked over to hot-emo-guy and Mack. They started talking, and I adverted my eyes away from them, feeling strangly left out.
"Morning, class," Said the Social Studies teacher as she entered the room. She had tan skin, dark eyes, and long thick, black hair in hundreds of curls. She seemed young, possible in her early thirties. "Please take a seat."
The class scrambled to get a seat next to their friends. They started to sit around me, but in a way like they didn't even know I was there. The Freakishly-Tall guy sat next to me, taking out his black binder that had comical doodels on them.
"I was told that we have a new student today," The teacher (who had written Miss Perez on the black board) said with a Spanish accent. "Maximum, please stand up here next to me and tell us about yourself."
Oookay...Was this the third grade? Relucently, I stood up and walked over to her, turning to face the class.
"Um...I'm Maximum Ride, call me Max. I moved here from H-California, favorite subjects are History and English, and I have a freakish obsession with chocolate cookies." I said quickly, eager to sit back down.
"Okay you can sit down." Miss Perez said with a slight laughter in her voice. "Thanks, Max."
I quickly walked back to my seat, some people hiding teasing snickers and some of the girls shooting glares at me. What did I do? Ugh, sometimes I hate people so much.
This class was defentily better then Science, but would be better, if it wasn't for half of the class staring at me, some in curiousity and some in annoyence. What I did to irritate them? I have no freakin' idea.
After Social Studies, I walked quickly to my locker. My head bent slightly down and avioding eyes, I punched in the combonation. I quickly put away my Sciene and History things and pulled out my English books. There was a lot to carry for Enligsh. A Huge three inch binder, a text book filled with Shakespere plays, a text book for grammer and "Proper english", a one inch binder for homework and class work, and a 800 page book my teacher told us we'll be reading. I didn't choose to have this many supplies for one class, but they were required.
Although I'm physically strong, my arms were as thin as toothpicks, and couldn't keep all of those things together. So when I saw trying to close my locker, and drop those two hardback, heavy, weighs-a-freaking-ton text books on my foot.
"Crap-crap-crap-crap..." I whispered to my self as pain shot up my foot.
I shifted the other books in one arm to pick up the ones on my foot when someone had bent over and picked them up for me.
It was the hot-emo-guy. He straightened up and handed the books to me. I was about to mutter a "Thanks" but, instead, out of all the things that could come out of my mouth, I said
"You have beautiful eyes," in dis-belief. I said rather loudly, too. After realizing what I blurted out, a blushed a furious red and took the books out of his hands.
"Umm," He said, taken back. "Thanks...is this how we thanks people now? Well, if so, then right back at ya."
"Um oh, oh, no! I'm just thinking out loud. Sometimes I can say some pretty frightening things when I'm think out loud, too." I said, trying a ill fated attempt to make things less awkward.
He smirked, and said while opening his locker that was one locker away from mine, "You new here?"
"Slightly obvious." I said scarcasicly. I know it's unnessicary, but Sarcasictry is an artform that sould be embraced.
"Help me out here; the cules to it's obvious-ness?"
"Well, I would think running around like a headless chicken would be one clue." I said, closing my locker and leaning on it, "Probably screaming out random things would be another."
"Yeah," He said with a slight chuckle. "You're name is Max, right?"
"Yep," I said, popping the P.
"Cool," he slammed his locker shut while shifting the books in his arms. "See you around."
"Kind of stalkerish."
"Well, my locker is right next to yours."
I smiled at my own akwardness. "Yes, it is, isn't it."
He just smirked and left with a small wave...maybe this school year won't be so bad, after all.
I know Max and Fand are kind of OOC. I always have a problem with that. I tend to treat them like they're my own characters.
Sorry for Type-Os.
Reveiw, please? Thanks for so many reveiws and alerts and favorites, ect. ect.