Chapter 2

A quite ding noise goes off. I quickly awake from my slumber to turn off my alarm. I didn't need my mom on my back on the first day of school. My mother isn't a horrible person I mean she gets on my nervous, but I just have to think I'd never want to be in her position.

I check my phone. I had two messages both from my best friends Nudge and Eva. They had been my best friends for years. They were the only ones I could talk to with complete honesty, even before the accident. Nudge was going to move away just before summer last year but her mom decided to stay here. I reply to their 'Good luck today's' with 'Thanks, you too'.

I made my way to my closet picking out the first shirt and pants I found. I never worry about how I looked I don't even go shopping for my close. My mom bought whatever she wanted for me. I was not a mommy's girl, I just didn't care.

I pull on the close and went to the bathroom to brush moose through my hair to my crazy black tame of curls I always had in the morning. After fixing my hair I made my way to my closet pulling out my favorite pair of blue Nikes. I put them on checking the time, 6:46 A.M.

I walk over to my brother's room and turn on the lights indicated they wake up for school. I walked into my mother room. She woke up as she always did. She checked out my outfit and gave me a small nod indicating I looked okay.

"I'm going" I say opening the door that leads to the front of the house.

She doesn't reply but gets up to turn on the lights in her room so she didn't fall asleep.

I walked down my street blasting music on my iPod. When my phone buzzes, I pulled it out. It was my friend Sonya. I had been friends with her for a year now. She was really funny person.

I had many friends at school who I hung out with a lot before the accident. Everyone on campus before knew me as the girl who could make you laugh, when you wanted to cry. The girl who was proud of who she was, and wear she came from, but now I was just the girl who lost her sister. The girl who had connections in all the wrong places. The girl everyone was scared of.

I answered my friend calling her my her last name "Wassup Munoz"

"Aye Max it's been too long. I 'member when we use to party it up all the time" She greets.

After my sister's death I didn't want to be in the house. I would sneak out of my room depressed from all the memories of me sister that laid there. I would hit up Sonya. She was always at parties followed by guys all the times. I hung out with her and before I knew it I was her. I was the girl who made the party.

She showed me how to dress to impress, how to hold down my liquor, how to make out with random guys without feeling horrible. I liked this life. I liked how I could blow everything off and dance away my problems, how I could drink the pain away. I remember going home at four in the morning. I remember the horrible hangovers, but mostly I remember swearing to never lead that life again after a friend of mine was shoot at a party by a drunk senior.

"Yeah" I whisper into the phone.

"Well I just wanted to know if you wanted a lift" Sonya asks.

I couldn't drive my car to school because I wasn't sixteen but by the time I was thirteen I had already been sixteen for four years. But I couldn't risk a night in jail. I only drove my car when I had to, when I needed too, or when I didn't give a fuck.

"Nahh I'm good. A little walking won't kill me" I say.

"Okay" She says and hangs up.

I make my way into the office to pick up my schedule. I got my schedule checking my classes. I had first period Language Arts, second period History, third period Science, fourth period Gym, fifth period Yearbook, and lastly sixth period Math. It wasn't that bad. I made my way to my locker to take out my laptop that my school required for all our classes.

I bumped into a group of friends I use to hang out with on a daily bases on my way to class. I remember how I swore they were my girls 'til the end. There were six girls in the group. There was Emily, who was the loud one in our group, then there was Michelle who was the pot head of our group, next was Jasmine the pretty cheerleader of our group, after was Cassandra the funny bad girl, then there was Eva the shy girl in our group.

Our group never followed the rule of high school that said cheerleaders and pot heads couldn't be best friends or that bad girls couldn't hang with shy girls. Maybe that's why I still loved these girls.

"Aye Maxi M" they greet as I come up. They had called me 'Maxi M' since sixth grade even though my last name was Ride.

"Hey girls" I say hugging my best friend Eva first and then the others.

"It's been too long Max. We miss your loud, funny, alcoholic ass" Emily says hugging me harder.

I laugh and reply "Yeah"

The warning bell goes off and we all say good bye. Eva stays by my side while everyone else goes to class.

"Let me see your classes" She asks.

I hand her my schedule while she hands me hers. I glance at her classes and see we have History together. I was about to say something when the late bell goes off. Eva's eyes widen like the good girl she is and we switch back. She runs off to class while I walk. That's one of the perks of being freshmen getting away with being late the first week of class.

I walk into class and give my schedule to my teacher. She nodes and points to an empty chair. I take my seat and go off into day dream mode. Someone enters the room interrupting my teacher's speech of how great the years going to be. Everyone turns to look who it is, but I keep my eyes out the window staring off at the big open land I wish I could run away too.

The teacher points to the seat next to me to the boy and he takes his seat. I slip on my jacket so I can listen to music by sliding an ear bud through the sleeve and up to my palm where I can lean on it and enjoy my music. I'm in the middle of a song when I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn around ready to be caught for listening to my music, but there's no teacher just a guy.

"What?" I ask annoyed at being disrupted.

"Hey my names Fang" He says.

"So?" I ask.

"I'm new" He says smirking.

I really look at him this time. He has the sexy out-of-bed of hair. He's tall and definitely Mexican. He has a big smile with dimples and chocolate swirl brown eyes. He was actually cute.

"Aye new, I'm Max" I say

I don't know what's come over me. I never talked to new kids, but here I was trying to strike up a conversation, maybe even flirting. I catch the eye of a good friend of mine, Alejandro, who looks amazed that I'm talking to someone I don't know. He gives me the thumbs up, and I shake my head at him with a smile on my face.

Fang laughs at me and asks "Whatcha listenin to?"

I hand him a bud while the teachers back is turned. It didn't really matter that she turned we we're seated in the every back anyways. Fang smiles while listening.

"I love their music" He says talking about the Mexican Banda I was listening to.

We start talking about a lot of things like where he moved from, LA, his favorite color, blue, favorite sport, soccer, ECT. We became friends really quick. I decided I really do want to be his friend so he would never know of my life at home.