The weekend had finally come.
It was Saturday, the day Max had set for himself. He couldn't delay it any longer. Things had become too dangerous.
The way life was now, he couldn't live it how he wanted. Not how he needed to.
His body had mostly recovered from what happened at school. The soreness was gone, but he could still feel the spot where he'd been stabbed. His shoulder wasn't at a hundred percent, but it was good enough for what needed to be done today.
He slipped into loose-fitting clothes and pulled on a small black sports jacket. He was tired of white, the color reminded him too much of his past.
I don't want to wear red either... definitely not my lucky color. And I can't exactly go out in a school uniform, either.
The issue was... nearly all of Max's clothes were white school shirts. So, in the end, he had to wear one underneath the black jacket anyway.
As he went to leave his room, he found someone already standing just beside the door.
