Max shook her head, seeing Victoria's anger. But Max didn't have the energy to argue anymore. Her head was pounding. So instead, she turned her attention to the front of the classroom. Mr. Jefferson was just about to begin his lecture. So Max her elbows on the table, her head on her hands, she...
Max looked down at her simple t-shirt, jeans, and hoodie. What was wrong with it? It was comfortable. Max didn't dress to impress. She'd rather people like her for her personality, not her wardrobe. And that was exactly it. Crossing her arms, gathering up some confidence, and pudding her lips...
Max glanced at her Polaroid as Victoria made her comment. Yes, it was old. But Max always had a vintage flair. And Victoria always made a comment about it. Her headache raging, Max was very irritatable. And she was tired of that bitch making snooty comments about Max's life. "Victoria, don't you...
Max's head shot up at the all-too-familiar voice of Victoria Chase. She had made some rude comment, not unusual. Max scrunched her nose, taking her seat in the back of the room. She put her phone down and pulled out her Polaroid camera. "The bell hasn't rung yet, has it?" she asked. If it had...
Max sighed as she walked to her Photography class. She was exhausted. She'd barely gotten any sleep in the past week due to some really weird dreams she had been having. She'd often wake up with a bloody nose and a raging headache. She had been thinking about seeing a doctor, but she kept...