Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Max Mayfield was never usually someone who people liked. Her long, auburn hair and dazzling eyes were surrounded by orange dots that were tattooed on her nose and cheeks. Her clothing style was simple, light jeans, a t-shirt, her red, zipped sweatshirt, and lastly, her green vans. Being the new girl had its perks, but she never really wanted to be one in Derry. She wanted to go to the West and be with her father, but her parents wanted to complete isolation from him.
She laid in her small bedroom, her bedroom that was her own. She laid on her messy bed she did not care to clean while her hair spread out in an orange explosion. She was smiling, bobbing her head up and down while listening to the radio. She never usually had this much alone time by herself because either she would have a lot of homework or her older brother would constantly abuse her to show his power in the house, but today he was gone on a date. The radio was placed on her nightstand next to her lamp as the song "Africa" began to play softly. Max gently closed her eyes for a few seconds, letting the song softly play out for her while she laid in her bed in peace for once.
Then a loud ring coming from the living room made her yelp in surprise. She opened her eyes and got out of her bed, letting out a sigh. She went quietly walked out of her room, smelling the faint stench of her brother's perfume. She coughed softly, smelling the cigarette smoke that Billy left with him also. Her face crinkled in disgust, almost gagging in the process while she went to the living room and while the phone rang in annoyance.
She walked through the labyrinth of gym bars until Max got to the phone, hearing it ring for her attention as it stood near the front door. Max took the tan phone, placing it next to her ear as she let out a sigh. "Hello, this is the Mayfield and Hargrove residence, who is this?" She said, trying to ignore the stench of her brother.
"Max?" A voice called out almost in a panic, it's breathing quick and shallow. Max knew who this was.
"Yeah, it's me. Bev, are you okay?" Max asked in concern.
"Yes I'm fine, but I'm coming over to your house okay?" Bev asked quickly.
"What happened, Bev?" Max asked quickly, her eyes looking out at the window to see if her brother's car was near the house, but it wasn't. She sighed again in relief.
"I... I fell into the sewers after Henry Bowers and his goons attacked me," Bev replied. Max did not know that this was a lie but gasped in shock.
"Those little.." Max began to mutter in annoyance. She always hated Henry Bowers and Troy Harrington for being such assholes towards her friend and herself. Sometimes she always kicked Troy's balls because of his horrible treatment towards her and Bev.
"It's fine, Max,"
"No it isn't, Bev. This isn't right for them to treat you like that," Max replied with a frustrated sigh. "It makes them feel powerful that you don't do anything." There was only silence on the phone. "Are you going to be fine getting here?"
