Any of my previous reviewers, hello! And any new readers? Hey, wassup? I'm ChemicallyBurned, but you can call me Chemi! It's a pleasure to bring this story back, the all new Edited Edition! Once I finish the chapters I have already written, I hope to update at lease once a week! But, from experience, I know not to promise anything. So, please, give it up for the first re-edited and sort-of-new plotline of ANYTHING BUT AVERAGE!

Disclaimer: I do not in fact own McDonalds. Wait, is that what you were asking...?

EDIT: I'm just posting this to my old account, so, the new story will be up there if anyone reads my old story and not the new one. This one is so much better!

~Anything But~ Average

Chapter 1:

Average

Average. Average is the one word that can describe me. Average face. Average brown eyes. Average ash-blonde hair. Average lips. Average smile. Average grades. Average – well, everything, I guess. I'm not special in any way but one.

And I've been told it millions of times.

My twin (my only un-average quality) has a tendency to rub it in my face. Maya, perfect blonde hair, perfect green eyes. Perfect face. Perfect smile, perfect grades. Perfect boyfriend. The only thing that isn't perfect about her – is her twin. The only thing that brings her down. Her tomboy twin, with the average everything, and below average love-life.

So you can guess how many times out of ten that her anger and problems are aimed towards me. The fact that our teacher paired me with her boyfriend, also happens to be my fault, which is really weird. Because, I don't remember going up to the teacher and getting him to let me be the target of my sisters wrath.

You may be wondering, "Okay, whose life story did I just pick up? Because this book stinks."

And you have all the right to wonder, since I do much of the time as well.

When I was little, I had a tendency to act weird. And by weird I mean that I had an attitude and hated authority. At five. I'm pretty sure that's how it all started. I remember a specific incident, the one where I actually met my best friend.

I sat in the red group in Kindergarten, with my sister and some kid named Gavin. My teacher stood at the front of the room with a piece of chalk. On the board, she had drawn a picture of a mountain with a sun and a lake.

"Oooh, are we drawing pictures?" Gavin asked.

"Gavin, raise your hand, please." Said Mrs. Dart. He raised his hand and proceeded to ask the same question.

"Yes, we are. We are going to be drawing today." She went around and handed out pieces of plain white paper and a pack of crayons to each table and all three of us grabbed it at once.

"Hey, I call the red crayon!" I said.

"Max, you need to learn to share. You can't always have the red crayon. Maybe you should try some blue, or some green." Mrs. Dart told me. I frowned.

"I don't like blue. And green is for boogers!" I said, and Gavin laughed. Maya gasped.

"Max, that's gross!"

"I know! That's why I don't want the green crayon." I shrugged. "And you can't make me give the red one back!" I stuck my tongue out to Mrs. Dart and held the crayon to my chest.

"No, I can't. But maybe your mother can," Mrs. Dart looked at me with a smile. What an evil teacher...

"You're a doodie face!" I shouted and ran into the bathroom. I locked myself inside and sat on the floor. I heard the class giggling and gasping and Mrs. Dart came up to the door of the bathroom.

"Max Walker! You unlock this door, and behave yourself!" She said.

"No! You are an ugly old fart! I'm gonna tell my mumma on you!"

After that, I was pretty much an outcast from the populars. Especially my sister. She had the decency to treat me like nothing was wrong at home, but at school she always ignored me. I get that I embarrassed her, but I also was only five, and I just had spirit. Mom and Dad told me what a horrible thing I'd done, and she eventually transferred us to a different school in third grade. That's where I met my best friends, Iggy and Nudge.

I had to stay inside for recess because I didn't finish my homework the night before. I was stuck with two others, a girl named Monica, and a boy named James. I didn't really know them that well, but I knew enough about them to guess why they were in here. Monica had a mouth that could turn Mother Teresa into an axe murderer, and she was probably using it to drive her teacher up a wall. James had a thing for bringing matches to school, which, as you can guess, is against school policy.

I smiled as I saw the teacher leave with a big yellow envelope in her hand.

"I don't know about you two, but I'm ditching this place!" I said, heading for the door to go to the playground.

"Wait! Can you do that?" James asked.

"I can. I don't know if you can." I shrugged and turned back to the door.

"But you could get in trouble! You could get a detention! I know you're new this year, but this school doesn't care if we're only in third grade! They give us a detention if we're repeat offenders! I got one once, but it was only because I was talking too much. But, I mean, what's so bad about talking? I'm socializing, making friends! It doesn't matter that I-oomf!" I ran across the room and shoved my hand over her mouth.

"Can you please stop talking?" I asked. She smiled.

"Sure! I'd love to!" She said once I'd pulled my hand off of her mouth.

"Girls are dumb." James said from across the room. Nudge looked over and frowned. I did the same.

"Boys are idiots." I said. Nudge gasped, and then giggled.

"Yeah, boys are idiots! All they wanna do is play with fire and shoot stuff! I bet if you found a cute little family of cute little foxes you'd just burn down their cute little Igloo! Wouldn't you?"

It was James' and I's turn to stare.

"Igloo?" He said. Then, we started to laugh."Foxes don't live in Igloos!"

"Well, they could live in one that was made already by people in the North Pole. Then they would," she said.

"Hey, Igloo Burner, you should stop bringing your matches to the North Pole, you're ruining cute little foxes' cute little lives!" I laughed. I sat down in the seat next Monica and laughed until I saw the teacher come back in. She looked at us.

"What's been going on?" She said with a no-nonsense tone.

I nudged Monica because I didn't want to answer. She nudged me back.

"Excuse me? What are you doing?" The teacher looked at us frowned.

"Nudging." Monica said. "Nudging is fun. It's really fun!" She nudged me for emphasis, extra hard.

"Yeah," I said, in pain. "Nudging is the new thing!" I nudged her as hard as I could with my elbow. The teacher looked at us, confused. Then she looked to James.

"Hey, don't look at me! I'm just the Igloo Burner!" He said with his hands up. All three of us erupted with laughter, and the teacher gave us all a detention, and once again, I was an embarrassment to my Twin sister.

Eventually, Maya and I grew up into teenagers, and she developed an attitude like all kids do. My older brother and sister, Caleb and Margaret-Ann were moved out and in college. Margaret-Ann went to MECA for Art in Maine, and Caleb was in New Hampshire going to Dartmouth.

It's our freshman year in high school, and every single thing that I did had an affect on my sister. Maya and I attended Lowell High School in Lowell, Massachusetts, where we lived.

Right now, Maya was in my room, in my personal space, chewing me out for being her boyfriends dancing partner in our gym class. I was patiently waiting on my desk for her to leave.

All Freshman had to take a dancing unit in Physical Education, and each Freshman has a partner to perform one of the dances with.

"What on Earth is wrong with you? Why would you choose my boyfriend as a partner?" Maya yelled at me.

She let out a shriek of appalled rage and flew around my room as I rolled my eyes. With a wood floor, and a large desk, a small bed, and red walls, countless posters with my favorite bands and some cool shows, my room was totally decked out Max style.

"It's not like I picked him on purpose. I pulled his name out of a sweaty hat," I said, and set my head on my fist.

"You and Nikki can't be seen together!"

Ignoring me, Maya was almost ready to flop down on my bed. Then she took one look at the messy white comforter and unkempt pillows and changed her mind.

"I don't want to be seen with 'Nikki'," I said, mocking his name. "So I guess we're on the same page."

"Oh, yeah, of course you don't." She said sarcastically.

"What do you mean?" I lifted my head up and stared at her.

"Every girl in school wants to be seen with Nikki. Why are you any different?" She said.

"Because, I'm not one of the generic girls flipping my hair and batting my eyelashes just to get someone to look at me." I laughed wryly.

Maya glared at me.

"Maybe if you hung out with us, you'd see we're not that shallow." She said, flipping her hair and proving my point.

"Or maybe I'd die first," I grinned. It was her turn to roll her eyes, and my grin got brighter.

"Well, I hope you think about what you've done," She said to me like a disapproving parent. I nodded sagely.

"Will do."

With that, Maya finally left me alone.

What if Maya really wasn't shallow? I mean, she grew up in the same home, same environment as I did, and I didn't consider myself shallow.

But I also didn't belong to the same group of people as she did. Of course, I had two amazing best friends and a couple of other really good friends. But I didn't know really how Maya's group functioned. All I knew about them was that they were exclusive, and very intimidating to the lower classes. Of course, to other Freshman they were either the group to envy, or the group to hate. Or, for us, they were just a group of people we called the Pops.

I decided to disband my desk and chair and head downstairs into the living room. I was about to watch some TV when I smelled something delicious.

Mom was home tonight, since it was a Monday and she was cooking supper.

"Hey mum." I walked into the kitchen and leaned casually on the counter. I watched her cook the spinach turn overs she'd promised to make. They were my favorite.

"Hi, honey." She started mixing up the spinach in a pan, caramelizing it. "How was your day?" She asked, looking over at me.

"Well, not great. Mr. Pates announced our dancing unit in gym today, and I got paired up with Maya's boyfriend.

"Ooh, how'd she deal with that?" She said with a smile.

"Oh, you know. She was freaking out." I said. Mom laughed.

"That stinks," she said.

"Mooooom!" Maya cut in, coming into the kitchen.

"What babe?" Mom asked not turning while she added in some pine nuts with the spinach.

"Max is trying to take my boyfriend away from me!"

"I already beat you to it, Maya," I said. "She know's what's really happening."

"Shiz," Maya muttered out of earshot.

"Maya, stop overreacting." Mom said, turning to give her a meaningful glance.

"Okay, well, I'm only slightly overreacting!" She said. She thought a moment. "Nikki keeps asking if I want to come to his house to meet his parents. Can I pleeeaase go?" She asked, expertly switching the subject.

"Maya, you know how I feel about it."

"But, Mumma!" She cried again and I rolled my eyes.

Mom sighed, and turned back to the stove. "Do you think you'd want to have him over here for dinner? And then maybe I'll think about it?" She compromised. Maya sniffled.

"I guess, so."

"Good, go grab the phone and call him over." Mom said.

I took the moment where mum looked over to find the phone on the counter to grab some pine nuts from the bag and into the living room to watch TV.

Fifteen minutes into the office, I heard the front door open and Dad walk in.

"Hey Dad!" I smiled and waved from my comfortable position on the couch.

"Hey, baby girl!" He said coming over and ruffling my hair. He set his brief case on the floor beside the couch and sat down beside me.

"How was work?" I asked. He shrugged and threw an arm around my shoulder.

"It was fine. How about you, how was school?"

"Oh, it was awesome." I lied.

Me and my dad had it good, but that was because I didn't tell him how Maya treated me all the time. Dad hated conflict, so it was best not to bring him into anything like that. After supper, I kissed the cook and headed up to my room. Maya came up a second later.

"Max, I have a deal for you." She said excitedly.

"What is it?" I said, intrigued. I sat down on my bed and listened intently.

"How about you ask Dad or Mum if you can practice your dance with Nikki after school at our house?"

"And you sincerely believe that I will do this without something in it for me?" I said.

"Well, kinda." She said like it was something I owed to her.

"You're freaking hilarious," I said, leaning down on my bed. She frowned, and relaxed into my pillows. "Nah, maybe I'll just ask Mom if I can go to his house after school to practice." Maya's eyes widened and I swallowed the urge to laugh.

"Wait! I'll... make you popular?" She said like it was a question. I looked at her in all seriousness.

"Maya, sweetie, if I wanted to be the top of the school, I could be. I just don't want to sink to your pathetic level." I closed my eyes just to show her how much this didn't bother me.

"Fine. I won't make your life any more miserable than it already is." This piqued my interest, and I looked up.

"That sounds great." I said without any hint of sarcasm. She smiled, and held out her perfectly manicured hand.

"Oh, this will be so awesome!" She said, running out of my room and squealed.

So? Review, please!

On my old account I got 23 reviews! Let's see if we can beat that this time! I must have AT LEAST 23 before I release the next chapter!

So, any returning readers will know that I changed this quite drastically. I hope you like it, though, and find hope in the new story! The plot is pretty much the same, however, the fine details and story built around it are varied

.Chemi.

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