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Max's p.o.v

" Funerals are for the living, not for the dead." - the fault in our stars, John green

Hello, I'm maxina but i like max...Sigh.. I'm going to tell you now. This isn't going to be a sappy love story were they live happily ever after. Because no one lives happily ever after..... Im not the kinda girl who goes for the bad boys. Or really boys at that. I just don't care for it or maybe I do😓
I guess that I'm just better by myself. I'll just hurt everyone and when anybody gets close to me. As if anyone cares to get that close!! They all avoid me and they always will, stuck in their own ways...
Any ways this is my story. Sorry...

I woke in my new room. I had to move in with my uncle Stefan , or I'd be put into foster care, I chose my uncle because I knew that I'd just be tossed around the system. No one wants a child with depression or anger issues, do they?
I sighed swinging my feet over the bed and meeting the cold hard wood floor. I sighed again as I walked over to my closet and opened the shutter like doors. Pulling out my black lace dress that had my tan skin tone clothe under it. I pulled it on and adjusted it, I also grabbed my black chuck Taylor's. I slipped them on and walked out of my room and into the bathroom locking the door, pulling out my curling iron and pulling it in, grabbing my brush as it heated up. I heard a knock "yes?" I called out "maxy, are you getting ready to go?" he asked me "yes sir". His footsteps retreated. I started to curl my hair.
Finishing I pulled out my make up bag which only consisted three things of makeup I actually wore. Mascara, blush and lip gloss. I put on the make up. As I put on my mascara I looked at my long and thick lashes I already had then i looked into my honey brown eyes all I could see was my mother in them I sighed again. I also looked at my brown curly hair and it reminded me of my mom, in fact my whole face did from my eyes to my light plump pink lips. I smiled a bit at a memory of my mom, it was when I was 5 at my cousins birthday party. She picked me up of the ground after I clumsily tripped over my shoe laces, she smiled tying my shoes. My dad came up to us "my two favorite ladies " I giggled as he kissed my mom "eww!!" I yelled, my mom chuckled as my dad places a kiss on my forehead. I smile hugging him and running to play. "she looks just like you." my dad said cheerfully
I wiped a tear that had escaped. I open the door turning out the lights. " ready to go, maxyyyy" I laughed as my uncle called me my old nickname from when I was 6. I nodded. I also sighed having memory's flood my thoughts. "let's go then." he says walking out with me following close behind we got into his hummer. He pulled out as we headed to the dreaded place, where my parents now rested.

--------- 2 hours later-----
I shut my door, walking inside the church. Stay strong, stay strong. My mind and I chanted. It was a closed casket ceremony. I guess they were beaten badly.... I sniffled a bit as I thought about how I'd found out the news....
I woke to a knock on our front door I pulled of my covers. Walking to the door and opening it. "mam im sorry..." thats the last thing i heard as my stomach lurched tears pouring from my eyes as the officers look at me with pity and tried to soothe me. My parents that I'd loved so dearly were gone. Gone.
"NO!!!NOO!!" I screamed as I sobbed. "PLEASE PLEASE! THEY CAN'T BE D-Dead" I chocked. I started to sees spots as darkness clouded my vision and I fell but the police officer caught me. I said another soft "no' as I passed out.
A few days later I woke up to beeping sounds I was in a hospital room. They said I went in a state of shock and I was in and out of darkness for the next 3 days... I finally went home to find cps at my door. We talked for a while and now I'm
Living with my 25 year old uncle.. Who really wasn't my uncle just my dads freind who I called uncle. Stefan was a good guy... He was nice and always was nice to me. He felt like a uncle I never had. ... "max, max... You need to go up and speak okay?" Stefan said. I stood and walked to my parents coffin and softly touched I rested my hand on my moms coffin... Stay strong.. I said comforting and encouraging things the shit that I didn't believe at all but it was for everyone else... " I will miss them and they were the best parents I could ask for becuase their isn't better anyone better than them " i believe that.. I finished and sat back down as stefan hugged me tightly kissing my head. I sighed softly as we started walking out as the funeral ended. I cried a bit as I knew now I would never see them again I whipped my tears away and smiled at Stefan
Hopping into the car I watched the scenery change and started to close my eyes and fell asleep.
I felt some ones hands on me. I woke up with a scream "bloody hell!!" I hear an fimiluar Aussie voice yell. "calum??" I say queitly knowing it might be my cousin. "no, no its Stephen." he does a horribleamerican accent as I open my eyes "aw Stephen, how much you've changed..." I say stepping closer to calum flocking his nose "you sure do look like my cousin calum, you know. Weird.." I say giggling causing calum to chuckle "you've got me max." he chuckles for a second then sobers up. "so you need to get dressed and all of that llamaness okay?"he says questioningly as I raise my eye brow. "why?" I ask him curiously. I watch him take in a breath probably thinking it over in his head before he says it "were going to hang out with my freinds. Also you cant say no, Stefan says you have to go" groaaaaannn "max." groannnn "Maxine penny( rip to my late aunt..) Kane. You are going whether you like it or not, it's just me and my Mates you'll be okay." he says sternly walking out and shutting the door for me too get dressed...

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