Sorry it took so long..and sorry that it's the shortest chapter! (not inculding the prolouge). I've been really busy. My brain is over active and is creating stories left and right. Sometimes I would just focus on one story and forget about their others untill something reminds me of it.

Max's POV

I swear, Life hates me.
Why, you ask? What happened? The usual day-to-day things happened. For some people this won't mean anything. But if you truely know my life, then you'll understand.
Today's To-do-List:
1)Wake up at a reasonable time for breakfast and school.
2)Go to school and stay out of attention and big crowds.
3) Don't act like a idiot when Emo-guy talks to me (It's nice for a change in the old retuine)
4) Go home and hope for a nice day, even though my hopes might be wasted.
5)Do homework and study so that I might skip a couple of grades and go to collage early so I can get away from Robert.
Yeah, pretty simple for me. I never go out (I have had a few boyfriends ocasionally a couple of years ago, but they never lasted long) or hang out with friends. Whenever I'm out of the house is to go to the store or school. Robert doesn't like me going out to much when he isn't aware, and I never like talking to him, so I avoid it.
So today, I checked off the first thing on my Do-To-List, and I woke up way to early then what I'm comfortable with. But once I'm up, it'll take me a while to go back a sleep.
I changed into black skinny jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. Then I applied fountain to cover up the bruise I recently got on my jaw line.
Then, number 1 went all right..but I failed horribly on number 2 (I couldn't write that without laughing).
On my way to Creative Writing, I got cornored by Lissa Brigids (the Red Haired Wonder I met on my first day) and her "friends".
"You know we have a test in Creative Writing, right?" She said in her snarky tone of voice.
Well, of course I knew. We probably have the only Writing class that gives out difficult tests and quizzes. "I'm aware." I replied.
"Uh Uh," She said, grinning terribly and nodding her head like I'm a small brain damaged child (I didn't mean any offense here, I was just describing it. No offense was meant). "So...Let's see the notes."
Crap. This was like in some cheesey movie where a kid gets bullied into handing over their notes or lunch money. But then she finds a prince and they live happily ever after. Please, no such thing as happily-ever-after.
"Did little Brigid-kins not take notes? Aw, you poor soul."
Lissa glared at me. She did this weird, tounge flick thing she probably thought was hot. But all it really did was make her look stupid. "Let's see the notes."
"Not very polite, are you?" I said.
She didn't reply, but one of her friends grabbed my bag before I had the change to stop her. She handed the bag to Lissa, who then shoved her hand in there.
"Socail Studies..no. You are very unorginized...What's this? Cover-up? Well, Lord knows you need it...Ah, here we go." She said, but it sounded like she was talking to herself more then she was talking to me.
I didn't take to much offense to her words, because they were kind of...bad and unwitty. But they were still irritating.
Lissa pulled the notes out of my bag. I felt like I should do something, but we were drawing attention. Attention is the last thing I need.
"You have very bad handwriting." Lissa smirked at me. "Maybe if you were a little girlier, then more boys would take notice to you."
Right know, we were drawing a crowd. Some of them look curious, but most of the boys seemed to be waiting for a chick fight to start.
"Well, if I cared about boys I would probably dress better." I replied. I smirked when she looked taken back.
I grabbed my bag and turned around, planning to go to class. "You can keep the notes. Although I don't like you, I'm not so much as a horrible person to make you fail school."
I could tell she didn't like me being the bigger person, but I couldn't care either way. Untill she said..
"Maybe if you didn't act like a freak all the time, then mommy and daddy would love you."
I stopped in my tracks. My hands clenched as anger flooded me. "Shut up." I said simply.
I could almost feel her smirk as she found what would make me snap. "Maybe that's why you are a freak, because your parents didn't show you any afection. Not that I don't blame them."
"I said shut it." I said dangerously, turning back to face her. I looked into ther eyes, which I first thought were pretty, but now they looked disgusting.
"What would you do?" She taunted. "Who do you have to back you up? Do one here likes you, and I'm positive that your family hates you. Why-"
That was the last straw. I pulled my fist back and punched her right in the nose. I felt her nose break under my fist as blood squirted on to her make-up coated face.
"Argh!" She yelled, moving her hands to her nose.
Before I knew it, someone had their arms around my shoulders, guiding me away from the crowd.
When my anger subsided a little, I looked to see who was guiding me away.
It was that Jordan girl. Jordan Mack, I belive. But she wasn't alone. Freakishly-Tall-Guy and Emo-Guy were with her. Tall-Dude looked impress, but emo-boy's expression was impassive.
"That was awesome!" Jordan exclaimed once we were behind some lockers. Everyone seemed to have gone to class, because we were the only ones in the hallway.
"That was the most badass thing that's happened in this school." Tall-Dude added.
Emo-Dude didn't say anything, just kind of looked at me with respect or something along those lines.
"What did she do to tick you off, if you don't mind me asking?" Jordan asked me.

"She...she was just saying mean things about my family." I replied. I didn't wan to go to far into detail.
Jordan nodded understandibly. "I know what you mean. It's one thing if they're teasing you, but when they talk smack about your family..."
"'Talk smack'?" Tall Guy repeated, amused.
"Shut up," Jordan laughed. "I couldn't find a better word. And what's wrong with saying that?"
"Nothing, it's just the way you said it."
That resulted in Jordan punching him on the arm. It looked like it hurt, but he didn't do anything back.
"What's your name, again?" Tall Guy asked me while he rubbed his upper arm.
"Max," I said simply.
"I'm Iggy, you can her Riv, and the rock over there is Fang."

Sorry I ended it so studdenly, but I felt like I should update right about now.
Oh, and no one knows about her situation at home. Lissa was only saying those things because she's a...female dog *can't curse*.
I know there isn't so much to go on, but reveiw?
A question for you, Reader! Do you watch and/or read anime and manga? and if you do, what's your favorite show/book?
Oh, and is there a difference between anime and manga? I thought that anime is the shows and that manga is the book.
My favorite anime (I'm telling you this because I'm bored) are Kanon (I love that so much!), Death Note, Vampire Knight (I HATED the ending) and Oruanhigh School Host Club.
I don't read that much manga besides the Maximum Ride manga. It's, in my opinion, way better then the real novels.