It's not the same

That old trick

Hiddenville High
April 10, 2015, Friday.
11:28 AM.

Moving the clock hands in order to delay the school's bell was an excellent idea, because Max could gain Cherry's attention before he took her away of her best friend. And as they were walking through the hallways, he could get all the information he needed to know. Cherry told him all the conditions she had to accomplish, in order to have her mom's permission to use the car, but above all, Max confirmed that her car was actually in this country, unlike Wolfgang's. And now, all he had to do was becoming Cherry's best friend, spent some time with her and impress her using his powers, which wasn't very hard for him. Now they were walking to the Spanish class, which curiously matched with Max's schedule.

"Entonces... Cherry, ¿Eres buena en español?" Max asked her in Spanish

"Me-llamo-Cherry." Cherry answered with certain difficulty

"Ok I see you're not. I can give you some advices later, if you want." Max suggested.

"Are you serious? Thanks Max! That subject's really hard for me." Cherry replied, very excited.

"Not if you follow Max Thunderman's advices." Max said with a brag tone.

"Sure. Maybe you're right because some days ago, I found out we actually have a Spanish book." The distracted girl replied.

Max could barely hide his laugh after he heard the awkward story told by the blonde who was walking by his side. It was weird for him to talk to her like that, when they shared a word, he normally was annoying her and Phoebe, but now they were talking like old friends. Without a doubt, Max had his priorities being friends with Cherry. Since he knew her when they arrived to Hidenville, she always seemed a little dumb, she used to forget her own birthday, she mistook the correct side to open a door etc. But also, he knew she wasn't a bad person, she's just a little distracted.

And after they walked through the whole school, they finally arrived to the classroom, just before the bell rang. Normally, Max and Cherry took separate seats during class, because Cherry was always seated alongside her friend Kelsey, but this time was different, because after they entered, the new friends seated side by side at the end of the classroom.

"Hey, did you do the homework?" Max said, while he grabbed his notebook out of the backpack.

"We had homework?" The blonde innocently asked.

"The page 33 translation." He explained.

"Oh, I completely forgot about it, if I don't bring it I'll fail." Cherry said, immediately regretting.

"Here, take mine I made it today at recess. It's easy." He answered, handing her the translation, ready to deliver.

"Wow! Thanks Max!" The girl exclaimed, receiving the paper in her hands.

Max didn't thought twice when he gave her his homework, bringing the teacher's homework meant nothing for him, he was just trying to avoid getting good grades, but Spanish was so easy for him, that making the final test was enough to pass the subject. But he wanted to have Cherry on his side for his plans. Some minutes later the door was opened and Mr. Hernández entered the classroom. He was Spanish teacher. He was a mexican man in his mid-thirties, with an awkward taste for jackets and horn-rimmed glasses.

"Buenos días clase. ¿Hicieron su tarea?" The teacher said, after he walked to his desk to drop his stuff.

Mr. Hernández began to walk through the school chairs in order to collect his student's homework. Every one of them gave him the translation he assigned them, everyone except for Max, which wasn't well received by the young teacher.