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Chapter One

Chapter One ~"I am"

MAXINE

Whelp., I guess summer vacation is over. June starts now I guess. Another miserable year at Zion Academy. If you are thinking about me as a sweet, friendly, pretty, and charming girl, well... I hate to burst your bubble but I'm exactly the opposite. If I'm your friend then good for you, because I am as loyal as a dog. If I'm your enemy, then you better transfer to another school because I'll make sure your life will be as miserable as a cockroach. Many girls TRIED to bully me but at the end of the day, they end up as the ones crying. Many of the girls call me names, such as: B*itch, Wh*re, Badass and so much more,  but I do not mind. I mean who cares?! I don't give a F*** about them.

If you guys want to know how I look, then here is a tiny description about me. Whenever I pass the alley, it's not like the students make way for me but they just avoid having physical contact with me or else they will be sorry for it. I ended up at the guidance office a couple of times since 7th grade. And guess what? I already lost count.

The name is Maxine Anayah Gates, eighteen years old, I live alone in my apartment a few blocks away from this school. Crazy as it sounds but a rebel like me is in senior high. Just a year away from stepping out from this crazy school. I survived a couple of years without having any friends at all. I live alone. I don't  have to pretend to be someone else in order for you to like me. I'm the craziest girl you will ever meet. I only attend class if there is a quiz, exam or practical tests. But for regular school days, you won't find me sitting on my chair in my designated room. I know,  I know, I am such a pain on the neck. With matching thorns and a sprinkle of sharp nails. I don't even know how my father managed to tolerate this attitude of mine. My aunt, who is the principal of this school, almost had a heart attack because of me. Old times.

Whenever I come in class, it is always common for you to see me with bruises at any part of my body. One time last year, I entered the room with blood dripping from my ripped skin on my knuckles due to a gang fight. So much of a lady eh? I always don't wear my school uniform properly. Both of my sleeves are folded untidily, my cravat always hangs loose, upper buttons of my blouse are not closed, my skin is always covered in blood splatter and bruises, and my hair is always untied and untidy like a wind had just finished blowing on it. But my siganture look is having orange hair, black eyeliner lined all around my eyes like a goth, and black lipstick.

But one thing I am most thankful of, is my boyfriend, Patrick Anthony Porsche. He is the best thing that ever came to me since my mother's death. Our relationship became official when we were in 8th grade. 2 years from my mother's death. Ever since he became my boyfriend, I slowly moved on from mom's loss. SLOWLY but not totally. He became my sunshine from the dark stormy nights when my mother died. He always comforts me whenever I grieve over my mother's tomb. I lost my mom and I can not afford to lose him too. I always support him during his games wherever the event may be held. I don't know if he thinks of it as annoying but I don't care as along as I am right there to support him. Hiding somewhere at an area where there is less people watching is what I call supporting. I hat crowds, you see.

Patrick and I met at the beach where mom and I usually go for relaxing during weekends. She said that that was the place where dad proposed to her and that is why it was so memorable.