The quiet morning air was disturbed by an alarm

The quiet morning air was disturbed by an alarm.

They said all Teenagers scare
the living shit out of me
they could care less as long as someone'll bleed
So darken your clothes
or strike a violent pose
Maybe they'll leave you alone
But not me.

“Teenagers” by My Chemical Romance shattered the silence. Seconds later, a scream pierced through the music. Maximilian slowly opened his eyes. He counted in his head, three, two, one…

BANG!

His door flew open and there stood a spitting image of Medusa.

“Uh, my God, leave me in peace you gorgon,” Max muttered. His sister Carrey glared at him.

“MAX! You promised you wouldn’t do that anymoooore,” she whined at him.

“Yeah well, too baaaaad,” he copied her tone.

“You’re so annoying, wait til I tell Mom!”

Max rolled his eyes. “I doubt you need to tell Mom anything, she probably heard it already.” He then proceeded to push his little sister out of the way. He had his foot in the bathroom, when he was staggered by a heavy blow.

“Oh no you don’t!” his older sister Megan roared. “I will NOT wait for you this time!”

“Oh yeah?” Max questioned, before easily elbowing her out of the way, and locking himself in the bathroom. Taking his own sweet time, just to spite his sisters, he began to get ready. He pulled on tight jeans, a Green Day shirt, and enveloping hoodie. He then outlined his eyes in a heavy layer of eyeliner, brushed his red tinged hair into a perfect angle on his face, and hair sprayed it into place.

Max analyzed himself in the mirror. He smiled in satisfaction, but then stopped. Pasting on a perpetual sneer, he turned to exit the bathroom. But not before glancing once more into the mirror.

Perfect.