There was a boy named Max. He had lived a rough life. Growing up in a chaotic household where rules and boundaries were nonexistent, Max learned to create his own rules and live on the edge. As he got older, Max developed a reputation. Everyone knew him as the bad boy. He was a tough, carefree, and reckless guy, never scared to get in a fight or cause trouble. Max was a rebel, always doing what he pleased without regard for authority. Despite his reputation, he had a charismatic personality and a charming smile. Max was a bit of a misfit. He didn't quite fit in with the people around him, so he found his own crowd. He hung out with the wrong crowd, a group of people who embraced the same rebellious attitude. They lived fast and hard, with few rules or boundaries. Max found comfort in their company. He liked the freedom and the thrill of their lifestyle, even if it was a bit dangerous. He started skipping school and getting into trouble. Word got out that there was a new girl attending the school. As she walked through the doors of the school, Max couldn't help but notice her. Something about her was different, and it immediately grabbed his attention. He'd never seen her around before, and he was curious, watching her closely. As she went about her business, seemingly unbothered by everyone else, Max couldn't help but wonder who she was...

That girl is you...