Ella:

I got dressed into my pink dress and red flats. I sighed as I saw Max put my outfit back on my bed.

"Please Max?" I begged. She was wearing her usual dark clothing.

"No...I'm not wearing that skirt and stuff." she whined.

"Fine...but can I do your hair?"

"Fine...yeah you can. But only because it's our last day." she sighed.

"Thank you!"

Today was our last day. Why? Because mom didn't think that this school was not good for us. The kids at this school bully Max because she wears boyish clothes. I could care less...well, I wish she would wear stuff like me, but I don't judge her. She gets called emo, and stuff like that even though Max is not depressed or even a little bit emo. Just a tomboy.

We rushed downstairs, ate our AMAZING pancakes and then went back upstairs.

"Hair time!" I said, making her sit on the edge of my pink bed. She sighed but still obeyed.

"I'm gonna give you a...french braid!" I said, and begun. I had to work fast because Max and I take the bus, which would be arriving soon.

"Fine..."

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Max:

It was hard. School. Everybody at my huge school, hated me. I don't really know why, even though the most popular girl there, Ella, loved me. Uh, duh! The bus pulled up outside our small house and El and I grabbed our bags.

"Bye, mom!" we said, before running out of the house. Ella got on the bus first and went to sit with her best friend Lindsey. I walked all the way to the back, where it was empty and sat, facing the window. I tuned out all the kids around me, taunting me.

Finally, after what felt like 10 years, the bus pulled up to the school and I was the first off the bus. Which would've been great, if Lissa, the schools biggest slut wasn't standing right there, waiting for her boyfriend. I fell and knocked her over.

"OMG! GET THIS EMO SCUM OFF OF ME!" She shrieked. I heard everybody, besides El, laughing behind me. I closed my eyes, embarrassed.

"Sorry" I muttered, standing up and then running into the building. I was lucky, I didn't have to go to my normal classes because I was put in a one-on-one schooling system. Another lucky part? Well, it was taught by my favorite teacher, Mr. D[Couldn't think of a good last name]. I walked in and put my black, one shoulder bag, on the floor. Mr. D wasn't here yet so I took this time to study for the quiz Mr. D was giving me today.

I was deep into my history textbook, when the door opened and Mr. D walked in.

"Hello, Max" he said.

"Hi, Mr. D"

"Are you ready for today's quiz?"

I nodded. "Yes. Spent the whole week studying."

"Good."

"Oh..." I added as I put my textbook in his shelf. "I might want to tell you that today is my last day at Mary-Anne Highschool." I said.

"Oh...that's too bad. You always were my favorite student. Where will you be attending?"

"Um...somewhere in Miami...I'm pretty sure Jackson high." I said.

"Oh. I heard that it a very good school. Many kids that attend there, grow up to be very successful." he smiled. "You'll be one of them soon"

I smiled and then started the test.

Hey...I know this is going slow so far...Sorry it'll pick up after she moves.K. Bye.