The Saviour

Chapter 4 : Tuesdays...

Guess why I hate Tuesdays .

Because on every Tuesday , for some reason , my mind likes to play back every single thing that had happened on Monday . And when you hate Monday's , it just piles all up.

Perfect right ?

No . No it's not .

"MAXX !" My sister , Macey , screams from downstairs .

And my morning just got better . Not .

Macy Lee Jenson : the exact opposite of me . Straight blonde hair that she inherited from my mom , while I have frizzy black hair that I inherited from my dad . No facial piercings , never broke a single rule in her life . She has bright blue eyes , while I have green eyes . She's basically the good girl every mum wants to have as a daughter .

My door slams open , Macy standing in the doorway .

"Where the hell were you yesterday ?!" She yells .

I rub my face with my hands and sit up from my bed .

"I was in detention ... And stuff happened that caused me to be late ."

She walks over to me and sits on the edge of my bed .

"Spill it ." She says dryly

Sighing , I tell her everything that had happened .

"OMG ! Is he cute ?!"

"What ?" I stare at her in her insane glory .

"Shaun , dumbass ! Is he cute ?!"

"What does - no- what- Ugh ! I'm done with you ! "

I get up to pick clothes out to take a shower .

"You totally like him ! I can tell !" She squeals .

I roll my eyes at her as I make my way to the bathroom .

"One , I just met him . Two , I don't even know him . Three , my life isn't some love story , love isn't meant for me . So get over it . "

"Whatever . You two are going to fall in love , make babies , get old , and die together . "

I ignore her and shut the bathroom door .

Grrrrrr... Tuesday's dude ...

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I pull the hood up on my hoodie , so it covers my face and hair that stands out in crowds .

After Shaun had peeled out of the parking lot , I gave him my address and told him to drop me off a few blocks away from my house , from fear of my sisters waking .

I go over to my locker and start taking stuff out and putting stuff in ; glancing out of the corner of my eye every few seconds .

I feel a tap on my shoulder ... And turn around to find ...

A girl ?

She had a shoulder length brunette hair , green eyes . She was a head shorter than me , so about 5'2 .

Wearing a white short skirt and a pink top that contrasts with my baggy black T-shirt and jeans , you would think she would be AVOIDING me not trying to talk to me .

I raise and eyebrow at her .

"Um...Can I help you ? " I question

"No . Actually yes . I just wanted to say what you did during PE yesterday was really cool . Did you really play on the baseball team at your old school ? With boys ? " she responds , talking fast .