I'm Max. Maximum Ride. I'm 15, and have no boundaries. I have killed more people then one person can kill in a lifetime. And, I'm fine with that. 'Cause, you see, they're not people. They're monsters. Created by the same scientists that made me. So, you may be asking yourself, am I a monster? What makes me so special? But, I wouldn't really be able to answer that. I'd just say, 'cause I actually am living. But so are they, right? Right. The thing is, they're the monsters, because they try to kill us. Because they been ordered to. By the freaks that made us. Talk about bad parenting. So, enough delaying the answer. We're not monsters (my flock and I) 'cause we have a choice. And we're choosing not to obey them. They're greatest creations, just bit them in the butt. Maximum-Style.
"Uh, Max?" Iggy asked me. "What?" I replied. "You might want to lay off the picture. He's gone, never coming back. I'm sorry," he said quietly. Thanks, Iggy. Way to the lay the bomb. Oh…wait… that's funny. Iggy. Bomb. Get it? Ha ha. I need a life. "Iggy, don't worry, I'm not staring at the damn picture. I'm looking at my nails," I said stiffly. "Uh, what? Max, looking at her nails? Oh, god, we got to get Fang back!" Gazzy replied, walking into the room. "Buzz off, squirt," I snapped. How dare they! If I wasn't holding the picture of...I shall not name him! Traitor, pathetic traitor! Let's call him, PT... "Okay..." Gazzy sulked. He slouched out of the room. "You too, Iggy." "What? Really, Max? Pick on the blind kid, much?" he said, hurt. "Iggy, that wore off a long time ago. You've used it too much. Now, scram!" I threatened. "I'm leaving." He pouted out the room, sighing loudly. God, I'm horrible. It's all because of PT! I shall never forgive him! I stared down at the glass picture I held in my hands, it's cover smudged with my tears. It showed PT, with me. Only me. Special, adorable, amazing, pathetic, grumpy, me. We were laughing at a joke Gazzy had told, the sunlight in our eyes. I was blaming everyone 'cause he was gone. Heck, even Nudge. But, I should have only been blaming myself. So, I could jump off buildings, knock out awful monsters, swim with a huge squid, and face my evil twin, but I couldn't blame myself? Who was I? I heard a voice peep through the door. "Max? It's us, Angel and Nudge." I wiped my face quickly, surprised to feel wet blotches. "Um, It's not a good time right now," I called back, my voice hoarse. "All right," Angle said softly. The door clipped shut. And, to add to my total, I couldn't even face two preteen girls. Sheesh.