Maxwell ℳɐx Jɑƈøɓʂ ₮σɱɑʂøɲ
I'm coming home. I've been gone for far too long.
«The story in my eyes»
Maxwell, who goes by Max, rubbed the back of his head as he stepped out from his car. It wasn't a brand new or perfect, but at least it was his, and it got him places. That's all that matters, right? Anyways, Max was done with his job at the bookstore nearby. It didn't pay as well as other places, but he's been working there since he was a junior in high school, and now he was twenty. How come he wasn't in college? That's simple, he's been saving up money to pay for college on his own. It's one less thing for his parents to worry about.
After entering the house Max kicked off his shoes, since he didn't want to track dirt into the house. He grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the counter in the kitchen and saw an interesting sight. Max chuckled to himself as he saw his younger sister Ivy dancing to some song on MTV. The song was catchy, but he really didn't pay attention to music.
