Yeah I love starting new fan-fics! To start out I'd like to say thanks to Anna May for all her help because without her this never would have gotten typed(Im an extremly lazy authress)! Also i do not own any of the Maximum Ride Characters. Somthing else Id like to add is please comment for I feed off of your comments and love consrtuctive critisium to further my writing skills. Thats all i guess so here is Ch 1 of Dont Cry Ari please enjoy!

Don't Cry Ari

Ch. 1 - Im not Max!


I hate Maximum Ride, how did she beat me and almost kill me. Why didn't she kill me? I lay on the floor right after I almost died from a royal beating from who they call "The Real Max". I hated that. They call me Max 2 or it.

Well, now they found out that she was, I guess is superior to me. Now what are they going to do with me now that I'm worthless. I wish she had killed me.

I looked at Jeb, who sharply looked away. He had never liked me, he was always stayed as far away from me as possible. To be honest I never really liked him. Jeb started giving orders to Ari and the other Erasers, they looked at me, bad sign.

Ari, from what I heard is Jeb's son but from what I've seen, he never treated him like a son. Poor kid was turned into an Eraser at age 6. I felt bad for him. For the past couple of months Ari had stuck by my side kinda like a friend. Wait I don't have friends.

They started to walk towards me, they stopped, and Jeb pointed at me.

"She's not needed anymore, get rid of her." Then he almost silently walked away.

I turned my gaze toward Ari and the other Erasers, slowly closing in on me. I didn't want to die. This was all Max's fault, so with what little strength I had left. I stood up, opened my wings, which hurt worse than I thought it would be and shot up. They dove after me, only to klonk heads. Ha ha, Stupid Erasers, who looked around and went out the huge hole in the wall made by the mutant kids, Iggy and Gasman.

Still couldn't figure out how a blind kid and an 8 year old made a bomb. Whatever. I used their created hole to get out.

Flying hurt, so bad, that as soon as I got far away, I landed at a convenience store. I walked in and went straight to the bathroom, where I started to clean up. I washed and rinsed my face and couldn't help thinking "What now!". I quickly pushed the thought away, pating my face with a paper towel. I looked a bit better, but not much. My face was bruised with several scratches. Then I turned away because I hated mirrors. Every time I look in a mirror, I see her. Maximum Ride, I hate her so much! Every thing is her fault!

I think I hated that most of all. I don't want to be Max 2 anymore. I want to be… to be. Who am I?


Well tell what you think and the next chapter will be up soon. Thanks for reading! ; )

Mariena