Max was cold as she looked around. She rubbed her hands together in a small attempt to warm them as she took in the building in front of her. Max had been standing in front of her new school for about 15 minutes now and she still didn't want to go inside. She was mad that she had to switch her senior year. Mad that she had to leave all her great funny friends behind. Just...Max sighed; she just wasn't thrilled at the moment.
Max wasn’t very happy about having to move from her old place in sunny Austen, Texas to Montreal, Quebec; where it was actually cold in the winter and for some time after that.
There was nothing Max could do about it though so she never put up a fight.
So now she was here, in this new school. Max looked the school up and down, examining it. It was a decent sized school, lots of windows and bland in color; shades of gray and red. But it still wasn't where she wanted to be. Max sighed for the nth time.
Max jumped when the bell rang, letting her know she was now late for whatever here first class may be. She cursed under her breath and took off in a slow jog toward the schools front door.
Max didn't know what any of her classes were actually and she still had to pick up her schedule from the front office before she could really go anywhere really. Pulling her black cap down tight, Max covered her dirty-blond hair just enough to flip her jacket hood over the cap just before she walked into the school.
It was warm in the school. The warm air rushing at Max's cold face and hands as soon as she had the doors open. Max quickly stepped inside the building, letting go of the doors to tuck her hands in her pockets to warm them.
The doors closed with a quiet click behind Max. She looked around the schools almost empty halls; the walls not much different in color from the outside of the school. The only real difference was the colorful posters of all the schools different activities.
There were still a few students roaming about in the halls. They glanced Max’s way as she walked farther in. They were probably thinking it might be someone that they would know but Max bet that they were slightly thrown off when they had no idea who it might be.
Max stuffed her hands deeper into her jean pockets and walked past the puzzled students, feeling their stares bore at the back of her head. She quickly came to the main office’s door after rounding a few corners in the clone like halls. The door was open, letting the sounds of someone typing away at a computer and a phone ringing.
Max slowly walked into the small office, taking in her surroundings like she normally did in new places. There wasn't much to the office; a long desk to Max's right where all sorts of papers were stacked and to here left was an open door leading into another part of the office. There were a few pictures along the wall but not much was really 'wow' about the small office.
Max made her way over to the slightly tall counter, setting her arms down on top of it. Max didn't really feel up to talking to grab the woman’s attention, so instead she just shifted her weight and cleared her throat.
The woman, who had been the one busy typing away at the computer, stopped typing, her fingers still set above the keys as she looked up. When she saw Max, the first look to cross her face was confusion, she quickly covered it with a smile though but not quick enough for Max not to catch it.
The woman, who Max noted was a slightly young woman; she had brown hair cut at a medium length and light brown eyes. She looked no older than 30 wearing the tight black skirt and plain blue blouse.
The woman stepped up to the counter, her fake smile still firmly in place as she looked Max up and down, all the while trying to be secretive about it...and failing.
“Hello, what can I help you with?” The woman asked in a high pitched voice, definitely not suited for someone her age. She sounded like a high schooler to Max.
Max didn’t say anything though, she just pulled out a slip of paper and hand it to the woman. She picked it up and quickly scanned over it. Her eyes stopped halfway from the top of the slip, wider than before.
“I need my schedule ma’am,” Max’s voice confirmed what was typed correctly on the paper, confirmed exactly what the woman must have read and stopped at.
The woman’s smiled slipped for a second before she nodded and quickly walked away from Max and back to her desk. She filed threw some papers till she found what she was looking for then walked back over to where Max was standing, tapping her foot to an unknown rhythm.
“Here you go Maxine, enjoy the rest of your day. I’m Mrs. Swinson by the way,” Mrs. Swinson said with a slightly tighter smile then before. Max finally fully looked Mrs. Swinson in the face, her expression slipping into her famous crooked grin.
“It’s Max,” Max said in a sort of smug tone and winked at Mrs. Swinson, causing the women to turn a couple shades of red, before grabbing her schedule and walking out of the office leaving a slightly angered Mrs. Swinson behind.
Max chuckled to herself as she started down the now completely empty halls, the stray students before having finally found their actual classes. ‘I have a feeling I’m going to cause trouble here,’ Max thought to herself as she walked slowly.
She groaned loudly as she finally scanned her schedule for the first time. That was just what Max wanted in the morning, her worst subject; math. She scowled at the paper but finished going over the rest, her scowl lightening a bit as she noticed her other classes were the ones she actually wanted.
Max adjusted her book bag and she started down the right hall to her first hour class. She thought it was going to be hard to find the room but unfortunately she found it within minutes. The door was closed but there was a big enough window on it that Max could see inside.
The teacher was an older woman; probably in her late 50’s. She had what would have been straight black hair except now it had streaks of silver hair though it pulled up into a bun matching her strict look. The older woman was wearing simple tan slacks, her white shirt contrasting with it brightly. She was busy writing something on the whiteboard in front of the class, speaking quickly as she did so.
Max sighed, a frown replacing her smile from before. Placing her hand on the cold door knob, opening the door causing the teacher to stopped writing and talking. She turned towards Max and frowned a little.
"Can I help you young man?” Her voice was slightly scratchy; just as annoying as Max thought it would be.
Max stepped forward, ignoring the other students stares and handed the woman her schedule. The older woman looked at the paper and quickly figured out her earlier mistake, letting out a strangled cough.
“It’s Max,” She said quickly but quietly to the older woman.
The woman nodded, “Sorry about that. I’m Mrs. Jane, have a seat anywhere you please Max.” Max nodded and took her schedule back from Mrs. Jane.
This time Max did look at the other students occupying the room. Most of the girls were wearing bright colored clothes, tight jeans, and their hair in the latest fashion. The boys not much different, all the best fashion in men's wear and styled hair full of gel. They were all the ‘in’ fashion compared to Max’s choice of faded men’s jeans and her semi thin black hoodie.
‘I’ll never fit in at this school,’ Max thought to herself as she found an empty seat towards the back of the classroom.
Some of the students were still looking at Max and she set her stuff down and took her seat. They were probably trying to catch a glance of her face, trying to figure out just who they were dealing with but they had no such luck. There were some why just ignored Max went back to whatever they were doing before she walked in.
Max sighed and looked down, taking in the pattern of the fake wooden desk. Max wanted to go home, her old home, where knew everyone and had all the friends she possible needed. She knew that she wasn't going to make many friends here, if any at all.
What Max didn’t notice though while she was sitting in a slump, was the clear blue eyes still staring at her.
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