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That's really all I have to say except for a) Check out my new Maximum Ride/Hunger Games Crossover called Flying with the Mockingjay and b) MLIA is almost ready. I'm working on it, I promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own MR. I do, on the other hand, own this island that doesn't have a name at the moment. Since I need a name for it, how about you guys give me some ideas, huh? Sound like a good idea? I think it does.

Please enjoy!

MPOV

Reluctantly, I put on the dress. Because I didn't have a choice. My mother would absolutely kill me if I didn't. And in case you're wondering, I HATE DRESSES. And sparkles and pink and ruffles. And this was a dress with sparkles and pink and ruffles. I was going to have to smile and act polite and not rip everyone's head off. Big challenge: not accepted. Ha. Like I had a choice. Apparently, I was meeting my "future husband" even though I told my parents a bajillion times that I wasn't getting married when I grew up. I'm a fine ruler on my own. I don't need a guy to boss me around. From what I had heard, this guy's name was Dylan Gunther-Hagan of the 2nd richest family on the island, 2nd only to mine. They were some big scientists or something.

"Your highness." One of my maids, Ella, came in curtsying. It was kind of awkward since she was my closest friend. Practically my sister.

I rolled my eyes at her. "Why do you always do that, Ells? It's stupid. Call me Max. That's my name."

"I know. I don't want to be a bad influence on the other maids."

"Psh. You're lammeee Ella. Same excuse day after day after day." I said, grinning at her.

"Whatever, Max. I'll see you at the dinner."

I sighed. Dylan Gunther-Hagen. I fervently hoped that he hated me. Fervently hoped he hated me. I am one strange human being aren't i? I mean, who hopes some "hot guy" (I dunno, Ella had seen him once, that's what she said) hates her. That's me for ya! Enjoy the ride. The Incredible Maximum Ride. And I will tell y'all right now that my last name was not being changed if I got married for the very reason I just displayed above.

"Max, are you ready?" my mom called from the other sound of my door. She sounded quite frantic. "They're going to be here any minute!"

"Yes mom. I just have to put this dress on." I replied.

"Is your hair done? Nails? Ooh what shoes do you have? Are Total and Akila locked up?Are you wearing make up? Oh, maybe you shouldn't wear make up. But it would make you look so gorgeous." My mom droned on like this for, like, 30 more seconds til I opened the door and laughed at her.

"Relax mom. I'm fine."

She frowned at me. "Your hair needs to be done better. Maybe you should straighten it or put it in a braid or something more… formal. Or elaborate."

I tugged on one of my brown curls. "It's fine. I like my curls."

"Make up?" she inquired, raising her eyebrow.

"Why not just go natural?"

She sighed. "Okay Max. Just…make a good impression. Don't rip anyone's head off please. And go with the flow. Don't create…too much friction or tension."

I nodded. One time a guy came that was another "future husband" I scared their family off because I didn't agree with their beliefs. So I argued with them (naturally), and *cough* might have punched the kid *cough*, so they didn't like me and didn't want their "precious baby" married to a girl with "anger issues", no matter how much money she had or what her status in this society was. But that was when I was 10. I was much more mature now. I just attempted to make polite conversation. Then I said no. Every single time. There had been about 19 guys. My mom was practically threatening me to choose soon or she would choose for me. I shuddered at the thought.

Pretty short first chapter. It was actually originally a prologue, but it was more chapter like so I just turned it into a chapter. Just a little fun fact for y'all. I'm pretty sure the next chapters are longer, but you gotta tell me if you like this before I put more up.

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