A/N So this is my first story, and I know a lot of people ask y'all to be nice and all that junk, but seriously? Don't. Murder me with words if you hate it. How'm I supposed to get better if all I ask for is cute fluffies saying how great it was? That's what I want to know. hope you enjoy it. What am I forgetting...Oh yeah.
Disclaimer- do i look like a balding old kman? didn't think so. in that case i don't own any Maximum Ride chars. I also don't own gallagher girls peeps. Dang. This displeases me.
Chapter 1- The New Girl
'I don't belong in this world,' I thought as I stared up at the huge mansion. I mean, really, I'm a fifteen-year-old avian hybrid with awesome kick-butt powers. What part of that screams 'Hey, take me to your giant mansion academy school place thing"? But here I was, on government request, standing in front of the Gallagher Academy for Exceptional Young Women. Also known as spy school.
I heard footsteps behind me, and a voice said,
"You must be Tyler." I turned towards the speaker.
"Yup," I said. I surveyed the girl.
"I'm Cammie Morgan," she said. "My mom's the headmistress here at Gallagher, so I'm supposed to give you a tour."
Cammie was a lot shorter than me, but then most everyone was. I was a giant at six foot.
"Whatever," I said in a bored voice. Cammie looked at me like I was insane and insulting her and her school, which now that I think about it, I kind of was.
"Well, there's two other girls here who know what Gallagher really is, so we'll go find them and start the tour. Then mom can figure out where you need to be put."
"Let's go then," I said with a bit of impatience. Cammie turned and walked to the end of the long, twisting drive that led up to the mansion that housed Gallagher. There were quite a few limos and one nondescript black SUV. Two tall, skinny girls stood next to the SUV.
The older girl was about 5' 9" with brown sun-streaked hair and gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. She had the kind of tan a person only got when they spent a ton of time outside. The other was African-American with big brown eyes drinking in everything and incredibly curly hair that she was absentmindedly trying to flatten.
"Hi, you must be Max and, uh, Nudge," Cammie said offering the older girl her hand. She just stared at it until Cammie withdrew it. Before she could say anything else, a loud voice that was distinctively British called out.
"Cammie!" I turned to see a really buff girl who literally looked like an Egyptian goddess, dragging a petite blonde towards us.
"Hey, Bex. Why are you dragging Liz?" Cammie asked the British girl.
"She was moving too slow." Bex shrugged as if it should have been obvious. My head was cocked to the side, listening as she talked. I opened my mouth.
"And we Brits can't stand to sit still." I said in a near perfect imitation of Bex. If you didn't have mutant ears, you wouldn't have been able to tell the slight imperfection in the mimic. Then again, sometimes even mutants will fall for my 95% accurate mimicry. Every single one of the girl standing about the driveway turned and stared at me. I felt color rising in my cheeks.
"OMG!" exploded the African-American girl. "You can mimic voices? That's awesome! Can you do other sounds to? That was almost as good as Ga—"
The older girl had slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Thank you," breathed Liz.
"Jeez, Nudge," Max said. "Talk their ears off!" She then proceed to glare at Nudge so I assume the younger girl had almost let something secret slip.
"I'm Tyler." Nudge grinned and grabbed my hand, shaking it enthusiastically. She stared Max down until she did the same, albeit with less enthusiasm. I was surprised at the firmness of her grip.
Definitely not your average high school girl, I thought.
A/N So how was it. Again. Please tell me if you hated it or saw something wrong.
fang: what the heck? how'd I get here?
Me: what are you doing in my computer room! How did you get here?
fang: *shrugs*
Me: grr. *ties to chair* Well now you can't escape! Bwahahahaha-*hack hack* *cough cough*. Ahem.
fang: crap.