Madness of time | M.M. X fem OC

Chapter five: The Pollywog

The next morning Pheobe couldn't sleep, like always, her mind is all over the place. Not only did Max stay over but she finally finished the drawing, and in the process, she fell asleep on the floor with paper all around her, including her face.

Jennifer walked in seeing a sleeping redhead on the bed peacefully and Pheobe on the floor drooling. She laughed and picked up her daughter's camera to take a picture.

She smiled and proceeded to wake up the girls, mostly Phoebe. "Girls," she said but still nothing "girls!" she repeated this time louder.

Phoebe jumped up with a paper stuck to her cheek and Max sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes. "Time for school" Jennifer tapped her watch and left the two girls alone.

Phoebe groaned and fell back on the floor, she hated mornings. Max plopped herself up and looked down at the girl with a smile "did you have a nice sleep down there?"

"Mmm," Phoebe mumbled "sorry, I can't sleep" she explained "I can see that" Max grinned.

"But how did you sleep?" Phoebe asked "Good, you have a very comfortable bed," Max said somewhat as a joke. Phoebe snickered and finally got up from the ground.

"Well, wanna borrow some of my clothes?" she asked while they stood "Yeah, I hope you don't mind that I stayed last night. Who knows what would have happened if I went home that late." Max said as Phoebe nodded.

"No I get it, I would have preferred you here than go home in the middle of the night" Pheobe looked in her closet and found her oversize yellow sweatshirt "is yellow okay?" Phoebe asked as she held it out, Max couldn't hold back the laugh "Yeah, yellow is good" Max confirmed while taking the sweatshirt from the girl's hand.

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"The case of Phineas Gage is one of the great medical curiosities of all time. Phineas was a railroad composed in 1948 and had a nightmare accident. A large iron rod was driven through his head, but he miraculously survived and seemed fine. Phineas; yes he was but his injury resulted in a complete change in his personality. So much so that friends that knew him started referring to him as no longer Gage, at the time this was known as the American crowbar case-" Mr.Clark began that day in class before the door was swung open, Dustin rushed in and fell into his seat in front of Phoebe.

Phoebe jumps slightly as the door gets slammed open by Dustin who runs into the room, panting, "I am so sorry, Mr. Clarke. Really, I'm so sorry. Please
continue with the class. Don't mind me. Really,
continue, please."

"Although it wasn't a crowbar, it was a rod, as I
said" Mr. Clarke continues. Dustin turns around and the group leans forward to hear him better, "We have to meet. All of us. At lunch, AV Club."

"Why?" Mike questions "I have something that you won't believe." Dustin explains. The group nods and they go back to listening to Mr. Clarke, except for Dustin who proceeded to mouth to Max what they were doing at lunch so she could join.

Phoebe almost didn't want Max to join them, but not for the same reason as Mike. She doesn't want Max to get tangled up in the things that happened to them last year. Especially because she's different, what would Max think of her? Will she be afraid of her or hate her for lying? It will only make things worst for their friendship. And she wouldn't be able to forgive herself if Max got hurt because of it.

"Dustin!" Mr. Clarke scolded "Yes, my lord?" He questions, turning back to the front of the room.
"Would you care to join the class now?" Mr. Clarke questions.

"Please, yes!" Dustin says, getting his book out of his backpack.

"The case of Phineas Gage"

"Phineas Gage"