Yea, yea, yea, I know that after you read this you will be like "MAX! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!?!?!? HES LIKE YOUR BROTHER!!!!" but please let me explain before you get your panties in a wad . I, ummm I WANTED TO (deal with it) but anyways, this is what happened.
That freaking Bridget brat decided to throw a welcome home party for my mom after we rescued her from the bottom of the sea, and she's throwing it tonight. I really have nothing to "party" in, so I just plan on going in the cloths I'm in now I bet the rest of the flock is too.
The party was so lame. That's all I have to say. I mean, Brigit was trying
--------The Concert--------
Tonight is the first annual Concert. When you want, you can jump on stage and sing, like an actual concert, but if nobody offers to go up, Chiron would get on and randomly pick someone out of the crowd. If you got picked, you had to sing. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Chiron and I had it all planned out, even though he was a little reluctant to have to get on stage.
The conch horn blew, indicating that the concert would start in ten minutes. The rest of my cabin filed out and rushed to the pavilion to get good seats. I was the last one ready and was about to walk out of the door, when it slammed shut in my face