Novel 101 Max's awakening

Ok lets play a game on the forums...
I will start a story and the next poster has to coninue writing about THE SAME character in third person....
I have heard of role playing games on forums... Im not sure how they work but well play this one...

Rules:
you can add characters of course, but remember to focus on the main character. Don't kill the main character or the game ends!!! So.... dont do anything stupid or your post will be deleted.... keep the game fun... Lets see how long the game will last....
And if you want to talk out of the story use spoiler tags like below:

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this way we dont get confused....
ok I will begin in the next post...

There in the front of the classroom the teacher sat. Almost all eyes were on him. He seemed to be the center of attention for all the students that sat there, watching his every moves.
Almost all the students... Max sat in the back of the class staring at the teacher, but his thoughts were far away from the classroom and the walls that surrounded the college. His body had to remain seated, but his mind had found its way out the window and into the fresh air, where he longed to be. There he was able to think freely, far from homework and classes.
But his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a voice that seemed to call him, and Max knew it wasnt a student.
"The answer Max?"
Max stared blankly at the teacher, wondering if the scolding would come now or in moments from now. There seemed to be a long pause as the teacher gazed at him awaiting an answer to a question Max did not even know.
There was one last hope that seemed to always fail, but Max felt it was worth a try.
"B?"
Max closed his eyes and winced, as he awaited the scolding that would now be doubled.
"Correct!! And Zak, why dont you do the next problem?..."
Max opened his eyes and stared out in bewilderment, not really understanding what he had just done. It was moments later when it hit him that he had gotten the right answer... And slowly he smiled, something he had not done in quite a while.

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After class, his friend Ron came along his side as they walked in the hallway to their next class together, college math, and excitedly remarked; "How did you do that man?"
Max smiled back and said "I have no idea. I guess I just got lucky." As Max and Ron sat down for math class, the lights went out in the room. Max was calm about it because he knew who did it. Tommy always played small pranks on people and today was no different. Ron on the other hand was quite scared and, with panic in his voice, he shouted, "What happened?! Who did that?!"
Tommy started laughing and said "Relax Ron, you're always so nervous." Then he turned on the light and walked over to his seat at the very back of the classroom.
Tommy had short black curly hair and wore fancy blue glasses. He somehow always managed to get out of trouble almost as soon as he got into it so nobody ever bothered reporting him to the higher authorities anymore. It just wouldn't do anything.
Still, Ron was upset but kept quiet like he always does. Max whispered to Ron "Don't bother with Tommy, we'll go out for pizza tonight and you'll forget all about this." Ron replied, "fine, but that was not cool. I really don't like the dark"
The math teacher walked in, greeted everyone, took attendance and started the class.

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Although English Comp was the most boring class, when it came to math, Max was in seventh heaven. It didn't all come naturally, as some of his classmates believed. He worked hard for his grades. But math was just so fascinating, binomial expansions, algebraic proofs - it was endless! It's almost like being drunk, he thought to himself wryly. Ron nudged him as Rachel handed back his homework. He paid just as much attention to Ron as he did to Rachel, and his mark. He was busy daydreaming about a particularly annoying equation; and was not going to be distracted by anything as mundane as best friends or grades. He already knew his grade. The whole class did.
He winced as Ron kicked him in the leg again, harder this time. Jerking back to attention, he just caught the tail end of Professor Butlers speech, and the reason for Ron's insistence. "...will be on Thursday. You can only bring a calculator and a pencil, nothing else." Max groaned to himself. Finals already?

It had rained a little around seven o'clock, but by the time Max and Ron arrived at Central Pizza, all that was left were a few puddles on the wet pavement, and a rapidly fading memory.
Central Pizza was slightly crowded for a Tuesday evening, not unusual this close to summer. There was a low hum in the background, making private conversation virtually impossible. And in the foregrond, right next to the counter and balancing half a pie between them, stood to figures. It took both sides only half a second to recognize each other. "Ron! Max!" The voice cut sharply through the noise. The voice belnged to a young man, slightly shorter than Max, with brown-blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. And, of course, a huge grin that stretched nearly ear-to-ear. He could easily be assumed to be Max's younger brother. Daniel Cooper had been childhood friends with Max, although they hadn't seen each other much since Dan got an early acceptance to Columbia. He hadn't met Ron until they were in the same class at middle school, where he had given Ron a fairly nasty black eye for some long-forgotten reason. They had been nearly inseparable since then. Lisa, standing at Dan's left, had been friends with him for about the same amount of time, although she had been his fiancée for just under two weeks. Curiously, she hadn't known Max at all until high-school, despite living around the corner from him for nearly their entire lives. They had just settled in for their meal when a car crashed straight into the store, smashing glass and wood all over the place. The power went out, a wire hissing and sparking dangerously. Someone screamed.

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Finally the power went back on, but Ron just kept on screaming. If the power went out once in the day Ron could handle it, but twice was too much for him. "Someone call an ambulance! I don't know what to do, he's just freaking out!" yelled Max, and even as he did, he saw flashing lights approaching. He ran outside, hoping to tell the paramedics what had happened, but all he saw was a pair of cops trying to drag Tommy out of the car. "That's the last time you pull that one, kid!" one of the cops said. "You're going to the Hall!"
This was bad. Ron was having a major panic attack in the pizza parlor, and, as much as he detested Tommy's practical jokes, he couldn't let him go to juvenile hall. He was lucky he was only 17, otherwise he'd be going to real prison!
Max had to think fast. He ran over to one of the cops, kicked him in the shin, and performed a complex neck pinch on the other. "Run!" he yelled to Tommy, but Tommy was already going: he had started running down the street, the first cop hobbling after him. Max grabbed a rock and threw it at the cop, and he too was down for the count.
"Uh oh...." Max said to himself, as he watched the lights of a distant ambulance approach. "I've just attacked two police officers. I'm in trouble...... I'd better make a run for it myself."

Max started to walk slowly backwards in disbelief at what he just did. He then quickly turned around as the severitry of his actions dawned upon him. "I just attacked two policemen! I could end up like Tommy! Who knows how long I'll be in jail for this crime? My life is ruined!" He then started to run at full speed away from the scene of the crime. After heading down 3 blocks, he turned onto Cherryhill road.
I must hide, Max thought to himself. He looked around and saw the 99 cent store. I'll go in there, it's always crowded.
Max entered through the doors and nervously stared to walk around. He started to somewhat feel safer in the store, away from the commotion. The police must be looking for me right now! what should I do next? Where should I go?
Max then sat on one of the chairs in order to catch his breath when suddenly someone tapped his shoulder. It was Rachel.

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While Max was running with Tommy, Dan went over to see how Ron was doing. It wasn't what he expected. There was a small gash just under his left cheek, but it was mostly dry by now. The real problem was his left leg; there was a long peice of glass embedded behind the shin, and the bleeding just wouldn't stop. Lisa had gotten up by now, she was flecked with blood and looked somewhat worse for the wear, but she was walking. That was a good sign. Most of the other patrons had also gotten up, bruised, punctured, but more or less ok. The person who had been sitting next to them hobbled over and helped Lisa tie up a makeshift bandage for Ron. He was no doctor, but did have some first-aid training. Probably a lifeguard or something Dan thought. But where on earth did Max go?he wondered. Reaching for his phone to call 911, he suddenly noticed it on the floor three feet away. Or what was left of his phone, having been smashed almost in half by a falling table. A table lying right in front of the broken window, with a thousand shards of glass surrounding it, and more than a few stuck into it. "Dan! We need to move some of this debris," Lisa shouted, somewhat calmly. "The paramedics will be here in a few minutes, we dont need them tripping over this stuff when they get everyone into the ambulance!" "We"ll take care of it, don't worry!" He was worried. He new, logically, that Lisa was alright, and being a second-year medical intern, her skills were best with triage of the wounded. Logic. He was still worried sick. Somehow, she had managed to get Ron to calm down. He was clenching his teeth, pale and sweaty, but otherwise fine for the moment. Dan double-checked the bandage, and then left Ron to help the others with the broken furniture. A slightly groggy policeman was directing the customers outside and across the street, steering them clear of the broken wiring dangling from the ceiling. Lisa was at the other end, next to the broken glass doors, where the injuries were the worst. A pang of worry passed through him, and he shivered. Stop it! he told himself sternly. She's fine! She knows what she's doing, now do what you need to do! He picked up a bench, and carefully hauled it outside. As he turned to head back to the store, he saw an unfamiliar girl walking up at a fast clip, with a slightly shame-faced Max in tow.

Rachel Walker was having a really lousy day. She carefully placed her MacBook back in its case, and closed her eyes. The homework had not been particularly brutal this week, except it was finals time. So it all went back to the beginning of the semester. Dr. Stuart Butler had been a math teacher for over 20 years. He was the vice-chair of Mathematics for nearly 20 so far, and he would have been more succesful teaching horses how to sing. He wasn't that hard- its just tedious! thought Rachel, bitterly. Sure she had chosen to take Finite Math as well, but she had never imagined two semsters worth of math could produce this much work, considering they were being taken together. She had aced her real-estate course, she was sure of that. But math just made her want to scream. And to top it all, Zach was very likely to come back late again. University was hard enough with out having little brothers tagging along. Zach hadn't decided on a major yet, having just turned eighteen and nearly done with his freshman year. Despite being a full three years younger than her, he had been accepted for early admission, and chose to come live with her, instead of staying home in Detriot. She found herself walking towards Cherryhill road, and her heart lightned at the prospect of an icy mocha frappuccino. She glanced in the window of the 99 cent store, and did a double-take in shock: One of her classmates, Max! she thought, was sitting in one of the many comfort chairs scattered around the store. And he was all bruised and bloody like he had been in a fight. Curiousity overcame her, and she walked in, and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around. It was Max alright.

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Max was shocked beyond belief when he saw Rachel. They started talking for awhile when all of the sudden he heard the whirring sound of the police car coming by. He went running around the store to hide as the manager was watching this. The police stormed through the door looking for max. The manager of the store quickly ran over to the policemen and asked if there was anything he could do for them. The police said "We're lookiong for this kid who assaulted my partner and I." The manager remembered that young man who was running through the store and quickly ratted max out. The police found him, cuffed him, and through him into prison. All of the sudden he saw these two fierce men coming to beat him, when out of the blue, he heard his mother's voice. The voice said" Max, Max." He tried calling for her to see where she was but she was nowhere to be found. The voice got louder "MAX, MAX." Max shouted back" What, where are you."
Then one of the firce men grabbed his collar and was right about to punch him when all of the sudden he woke up from his mother's voice. It had all been a crazy almost realistic dream.

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Max looked up at his mother. "They said you have a minor concussion, but you"ll be alright." Max looked around, and realized he was in the hospital. Max didn't know what was going on. His head was spinning. Yesterday morning, he was in his college class, then he went to get pizza, and now he was here. He vaguely remembered being hit by a police officer who then drove a car over him. "Mom, what happened at the pizza place?" "Max, don't you remember? Daniel brought you in here the other night, after the car crashed into the store. I was very worried, honey." "Dan? Oh yeah, he was with Lisa..." "She saved Ronald's life. He got punctured by several pieces of glass, they were in very deep. She pulled the table down as the car came through the wall; it took most of the damage. She said you got hit by some flying piece of wood."

He groggily looked about, but things wouldn't come into focus, and he simply slid further under his covers like the "worm" his mother often referred to him as. Then he shot up in bed as if electrified, flinching in pain as the blood rushed from his concussed cranium.
"It's Nine o'clock! But my interview is at 10!"
"Interview?" his mother asked, "what interview? Oh, that interview for the internship at Google. Max...I'm not sure how to say this, but....you've been out for three days."

"THREE DAYS! but...but..." "Max be quiet and rest. You were in a major accident. you need to.." "NO! I must see the others. Where's Ron?" "You can't see him now." ""Where is he?'' "In college of course...Hey! Get back here!"
Max started to Sprint painfully throgh the hallways of the hospital. how do I get out of here? Max looked left, then to the Right, Ah ha, an emergency exit
Every step Max took felt like tourture to him. Max knew that if there was anything which he should be doing now, it was to rest. I must see RonHe kept saying to himself. After stumbling out of an exit, discovered that he was in the main lobby of the hospital. He attempted to make it out the front door, when a hand gently took his shoulder and eased him into chair.
It was Ron.

"Ron" Max yelled in disbelief. nearly everyone in the loby turned to look.
"Shhh not so loud. What are you doing down here? I was going to come upstiars to see you."
"I came down because i wanted to see you...tell me everything that happened after i got Knocked out"
And Ron told him everything which happened "and then the police finnaly caught Seth last night. it turns out he was drunk. he was hidding because supposavly someone framed him. right now he is on bail. But this still doesn't explain why you wanted to see me."
"I wanted to see you because I think..." Max never got a chance to say what he wanted to because his mother ran up to him

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Max groaned and slowly opened his eyes. I HATE mondays - well not this one. It was six days since he was brought into the hospital, and now he was going home. Not right now he amended silently, but definitely today!
He looked up at the figure sitting next to his bed. He had automatically assumed it would be his mother, as she had been there since he woke up that first time since the accident. His father couldn't make it, not surprising since he was in Iraq. He had managed to call twice, and it had given Max that extra strength to get through his rather dreary stay.

The figure sitting by his bed noticed him, and started speaking. "Lisa brought me here. She and Dan forced your mother to go home and get some sleep, so I figured i'd sit in on you, see if you were hungry or something." Rachel was currently Lisa's roommate, so it kind of made sense.
"And Ron?" Max had to ask. "Oh, he's busy taking the math final you both missed. He wanted to be here, but he didn't really have a choice."
"Oh, ok." Max responded thoughtfully. "I"ll tell you what. Right now, I'm not really hungry, but when I get out of this place, let me buy you dinner." "Sure! Just not any pizza..." Even Max had to grin at that.

Max continued the conversation, "So you've been here all night?"
"yep" Rachel replied very proudly.
"you know you didn't have to stay here with me I would have been alright, but thanks anyway."
"you're welcome. it's just that I havn't seen you since that last math class, and was concerend about you, I saw you in the pizza store as I was going to get a Latte after working on the hard homwork we had for math."
Max was very surprised to hear this. Yes they knew each other but he didn't think that they were that close.
After a short scilence Max continued the conversation on a diffrent topic.
"You know, After I passed out at Central pizza I had a dream. I was running away from the cops because I attaked them. they were going to arrest Tommy."
Rachel replied "well Tommy wasn't behind the car crash"
"That's not what I'm getting at, it was after that part of the dream which I want to tell you about. I was running away from the cops and hid in a 99 cent store. As I was hiding you came up to me and.."

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"...and..."? Rachel prompted. "Um, well, uh, you started yelling at me."
"Yelling?"
"Well, uh, first you tapped me on the shoulder, then you started explaining that poor grades in math lead to criminal behavior - i don't really remember much else..." Max felt really awkward.
"I don't really yell. Except at Zach sometimes. Yelling, huh?"
"Its just a dream!" Max protested, his face going red. "And who's Zach?"
Now it was Rachel's turn to feel uncomfortable. "He's my little brother. He got an early acceptance, and is a freshman here. He doesn't have his own place yet, so he's staying by me. He's really a nice kid but, uh, ya know. BROTHERS!"
"For a second there, I almost heard my sister's voice. She's said the same thing, almost verbatim about me..." Max took a deep breath. "Maybe we can change the topic? I don't want to get into an argument..."
Rachel visibly relaxed. "Ok, you're right. How about I pick you up around eight? You know you shouldn't be driving in your condition. Your mom should be here around one to take you home..."
Max held his hands up in surrender. "Alright, you win. Eight it is then!"

They ended up going to that new Italian cafe down the block from the pizza store. It came as a big surprise to both of them just how much they had in common.