Chapter One
Max Evans gazed in the bathroom mirror. "Not looking good, chief," he said to
his reflection. Hollow cheeks. Bags — more like a full set of luggage under his
eyes. His skin had a transparent, grayish quality. He noticed a zit on his neck.
It was actually kind of..forting. It made him feel young.
Max stepped onto the scale. Three pounds less than yesterday. A wave of panic
rushed through him. He lost his balance, fell off the scale, and managed to land
on the toilet. He covered his face with his hands. Am I having a midlife crisis
at sixteen? he wondered. Why do I feel so weak?
He heard a shrill giggle from downstairs. God — I've got to get to work, he
thought.
"Uh, I'm leaving now," Max called. He cleared his throat and descended the
stairs. "To leave, I have to walk through the living room. I am now moving
toward the living room."
Max stepped through the doorway. Oh, man. His sister, Isabel, and her boyfriend,
Alex Manes, hadn't taken the hint. They were still all over each other. Max
tried not to look as he rushed past them, but he still saw more than he wanted
to. Lip lockage. Some buttons unbuttoned. Hands everywhere.
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