Literature
'Prom', Max Ride, Faxness
Prom
"You've go to be kidding me," I muttered, "No freaking way." But oh yes, freaking way, it was.
Us poor, destitute kids were in school. The regular type of school, not the psychotic type of gene-mixing school, and it was alright. We were learning, and safe. From Erasers, though not from prom.
I held the horrible hot-pink flyer in my hand. Prom, the one thing every girl dreamed about. Prom, the one special night of our lives. Prom, a fricking nightmare to me.
"What is it, Max?" Angel asked as we walked home. Pft, not like she couldn't read my mind for it. Oh yeah, but I forbid her to. Right.
I glanced grumpily and sent the thoug