Summary: Based off Vampire Kisses by Ellen Schreiber...Maximum Ride, Max for short, is kick-ass teenager who's not your average preppy girl in Dullsville, in fact she's the opposite. Max lives throughout her high school years without a problem; with her best friends/band members, her best girl friend, and the popular football snob...that is until a new guy moves in town at the abandoned "haunted" mansion on one of the town's hill. Max is fascinated by the new mysterious boy living there, will she fall for him? Or treat him like the outcast everyone in town thinks he is? SO PLZ REVIEW AND I WILL CONTINUE MY OTHER STORIES BUT PLZ BEAR WITH ME!
Cold. That's the first thing I felt. It was dark too. I breathed in the dust around me. I looked to my left and saw a window with the moonlight shining through, illuminating the dust covered floorboards.
I walked towards the window to the outside. The first thing I did was look at the moon, it was beautiful. I smiled. I heard the floorboards creak with someone else's footsteps behind me. I stiffened and curled my hands into fists.
I heard a chuckle and strong arms wrap around my waist. Instead of attacking the dude, I sort of melted and placed my hands on top his arms and sighed in contentment. My heart began racing and I leaned my head back to rest against a strong chest.
"The moon's beautiful tonight isn't it?" I asked. As a yes, he placed his lips against my neck and nuzzled it. I blushed. He nibbled my neck softly and I felt two of his teeth his fangs, bite softly. I giggled and turned around in his arms...
But before I could see his face, I woke up.
Beep...beep...beep...I groaned and turned off my alarm clock. I looked over at my window and saw the sun barely rising in the horizon. I squinted at my alarm clock...6:30 a.m. I sighed and got out my warm and comfy heaven.
I sighed as I thought about the dream...I've been having it almost ever night for the last two months, and before I can see the Man's face, I wake up. The weirdest part is what I feel in the dream. Just a dream Max, no big deal, I think.
I walked over to my closet and took out my clothes for school (Outfit in profile) After I did my bed, I grabbed my backpack and walked out of my room, sliding down the hand rail of the stairs. My name is Maximum Ride, Max for short. Instead of being the type of preppy or cheerleader girl at school, I am the total opposite; I wear dark colors mostly black, don't wear dresses or skirts, and I don't wear make-up, the bottom part of my dirty blond hair is colored black and not to mention the fact that I have a total different attitude than your average cheerleader. I hang out with friends/band members and my friend that's like a sister to me, which I'll talk about later.
I walked into our kitchen and saw my dad, Jeb Ride, working on his lunch. He saw me walk in and smiled. Dad has light brown hair that's sometimes jelled back, square glasses, and brown eyes and a mustache. He works in one of the labs around town, he's trying to find a cure for cancer, and it's amazing, really. I've seen him work. I walked up to him and hugged him.
"Morning, sweetie," he said, kissing my forehead and hugging back.
"Morning Dad," I smiled.
"Where's-" I started.
"Morning honey," I heard my mom's voice behind me. I turned around and saw mom putting on her white lab coat that had a dog's paw on the left breast pocket. She's a vet who is awesome at her job. Everyone in town loves her, everyone with pets that is. Mom has dark curly-ish brown hair, brown eyes and as usual, she has her hair in a loose bun.
"Hi mom."
"Have you guys seen my sunglasses?" she asked, looking under the dining table. I laughed and I saw dad smile.
"Mom they're on top of your head," I giggled. She place her hand on top of her head and laughed.
"Oh yeah."
She walked up to dad and pecked his lips. I made a noise of annoyance and grabbed a strawberry yogurt from the fridge and an apple.
"Well gotta go guys, have to conduct surgery on a bird in thirty minutes," she said and waved as she walked towards the front door.
"Bye!" dad and I called out.
Just then Iggy walked into the kitchen wearing a dark green shirt underneath a black denim jacket and black skinny jeans along with his green converse. His strawberry blonde hair tousled to have a "swag effect" as he put it and he had a lazy look in his blue eyes. I'm older than him by 6 months. Ig's real name is James but his nickname's Iggy...I have no idea why he told us he wanted us to call him that when we were both 5. Igster is the band's lead guitarist.
"Mornin'" he said.
"Morning son," smiled dad.
"Hey Ig...you got something in your hair," I pointed out.
"Where?" he ran his hand through his hair.
"Right here..." and I grabbed him for a head lock while giving him a nuggy.
"Honey, please let your brother go, we're gonna be late," said dad as he looked at the clock on the stove. Iggy tried to move my arm off his neck but failed. I sighed and let him go. Dad got his lunch and car keys, walking out the door.
Iggy and I walked out the door, pushing each other to sit in the passenger seat. I pushed him to the side and ran towards the seat.
"Shotgun! Whoo!" I pumped my fist in the air. Iggy grumbled as he got on the seat behind. Dad just chuckled as he turned on the car and drove to school.
