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(3) Max

Victoria's POV

Max is an important part of this. He is probably more of a main character than I am. But before I tell you about Max, let me start from a year ago, when i was a junior in high school. Max was new at our school, and he wasnt afraid to fit in. I was new in 8th grade, i know how it feels. But Max was different. Very different. He would stand up for himself, and he didnt care that he had no friends. Everyone that was mean to him regrets it now. I've seen people following Max in the hallway, begging the be friends. Max would shake his head and march away proudly. Grining, but no one seems to notice but me. I feel like i should like Max, but who would want to date this mess?

Oh wait. I almost forgot the story.

It all started in the beggining of junior year. I was walking down the hallway, with textbooks tucked in my arms. I head for my locker, eager to put the books in. I'm usually used to carrying books, but for some reason, i felt like they were slipping out of my hands.

UGG! Max! Keep talking about MAX, Victoria!

 There i was, stuffing books in my locker. I close the locker behind me, causing it to make a  squeaking noise. I turn around, and to my right, i see Max running away from a jock. The jocked looked angry. That is no good. When a jock is angry. You will get killed when they catch you. I witniss something like that everyday. Anyway, Max was running and out of no where he trips over Miss Drelling, my science teacher. Miss Drelling was laying there getting madder by the second. Her face was beat red, redder than the jock's face. Miss Drelling pointed a door, she got up while Max and the jock were walking through the door.

The bell rings and usually i would go to math, but i had to see what was going on in that room. Miss Drelling wasnt in there because she had to teach another science class. But instead it was the principal that was in there. Way worse than Miss Drelling. I peaked through the mini window, petrafied the principal would notice me. The hallway was empty, because everyone was at class.

I just had to see what was going on. I needed to get in there. But how? I had to sacrafice my time because i f i got in trouble on purpose, i would go to detention. I am th most respectful, and smartest student in the high school. And i didnt want that to change.

I walked to another hallway where there were teachers, huddling together. I was about 10 feet away from the teachers. I sat down next to a locker.

"You there, come with me." Mr. Sippally said while beckoning his finger. I stood up and walked toward him. I followed him to the principal's office. (a.k.a where Max and the other guy were!) He told me to sit down in a chair, turned around to face the wall. The wall had a window on it, and i could see the parking lot through it.

Something bad happened. Max was leaving the room. I know what  I had to do.