Shit shit shitting shit! SHIT! Max wanted to kick himself, hard. As insular as he was, as hardened as his shell had become, something about Juanita's acidic tone had eaten away at that outer layer and gotten him to actually give a damn about her, and now he had fucked it all up. A small voice polite...

Like any good prey animal did when caught in the gaze of a predator, Max froze. Isaiah was eyeballing (hah,) him. Eyeballing him like he was familiar. Max bit down on his lip, chewed a long-suffering corner of it a few times, internally debating what he was to do in this situation. Then, gulping dow...

((Max McCormick: Continued from Skipping Leg Day )) When Max was out and about, it was rarely because he had felt an immense drive to wander. No, usually the reason he left his house was because he had been compelled to for some reason. Today, that reason was because it was Thursday afternoon, and h...

"Oh, it's not? You could've fooled me." He scoffed, blood rising to his cheeks now. Who the hell was she to come in and start giving him D.A.R.E. era bullshit lectures? He had been having a perfectly nice afternoon, not bothering anyone, listening to his music and enjoying his ice cream, a...

"Is a sin?" He looked at her seriously. "In excess, yes. The Bible's quite clear about 'drunkenness' and 'debauchery,' but," he paused for a long moment, formulating his thoughts. "We're Catholics, Juanita. We don't believe in all that 'temperance' stuff." He frowned he...

Twitch. Right. Max made a mental note to look up what Twitch was, besides just an errant movement. As Medea looked back over her shoulder, so too were his eyes drawn down to the gymnasium itself, and the people filtering out of it. A sigh came to his lips: he'd gotten almost nothing done, but he sup...

Max snorted. "Of course I believe that. It's a plant. Sure, it could be grown by bad people or in a bad way, but in the end, pretty much anything we buy runs that risk. My laptop probably involved some slavery for some of its parts." He shrugged. "As far as I see it, if you think alco...

And now Max was officially lost. They had entered a realm he was unfamiliar with, and didn't care to add much to either. Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing were just words to him, and although Medea's enthusiasm was admirable, it failed to penetrate his thick, spikey hide of apathy. Still... He supp...

Max didn't play many video games. The only thing he had to really use the internet was a beat up laptop, and sure, it could run some stuff, but it wasn't good enough for any of the games most people seemed to be playing. He'd enjoyed a bit of TF2 when he was younger, but he'd pretty much aged out of...

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"The mood was pretty down anyway," Max reassured Medea, and then turned to Alex and... Really? That was... Really boring. The guy that was into fuckin' child murder logistics had no opinion on music beyond 'whatever's popular right now?' That was disappointing, boring and just kind of a le...

"Yeah." Max agreed. "Him." Danya. "Sick fucker." There wasn't much more to say about the man. It was... Almost strange to him, to see a book like that. He knew it was a thing of course- studying Survival of the Fittest. The conspiracy theories, but he hadn't ever really...

Max paused for a long moment as both Medea and Alex made their points. And sure, Max could sort of get that... Learning about dark stuff, but the conversation reminded him of his chat with that girl the other day. What was her name? Graves? Ah yeah, Ashlyn Graves. 'Grunge died fast, so you think I'd...

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Name: Benjamin ‘Benji’ Louis Beecham Gender: Genderfluid (Assigned Male) Age: 18 Grade: 12th Grade School: John Endecott Memorial Academy Hobbies and Interests: Lacrosse, Parkour, Running, MMA, Activism Appearance: Benji almost naturally sticks out in a crowd. At 6’3” tall they’re well above the av...