Okay, this is my first Fan fiction story. I'm not even sure If I will even put this up or anything. If you're reading this it obviously means I did but I might not keep updating if nobody likes it and if they do

then yay! So basically it's my own fan fiction of MR(duh) not all of them will be here so it will just be: Max, Fang, Iggy, Ella and I think I'll put Nudge but not with Iggy cause I'm and Eggy type of person

ha,ha definitely FAX . They all have wings except for Ella duh again she does has some sort of power though. You know what? You're just going to have to read my story to find out what it's all about.

Disclaimer for the whole story: I'm definitely not a man so I am not James Patterson so I don't own any of his characters or anything that's a part of his series (sadly) but yeah...On with the show!

Maximum Ride: Not the Only Special one

Max POV:

Flying is wonderful. No. Flying is amazing! It's the most amazing thing in the world. Nothing I like better and right now all I could see were clouds endlessly as far as the eye could see. I closed my own eyes and

I could practically feel the wind blowing around my wings, rushing past me. I could feel my self going free just like a bird. Speed would be building up in me then just suddenly burst out and I would be faster

than a bullet. Oh, I could just feel it all now.

But, sadly, that wasn't the case. Right now I was cooped up in a plane with my mother and my sister, Ella, which really isn't a good idea. Now don't get me wrong I love my family. I just really, really hate being in

a plane. It was redundant. It had something to do with being packed into this small flying piece of metal, on its way to Arizona, with a whole bunch of strangers (completely different from me) like a whole bunch

of sardines while suffering from a bad case of claustrophobia! It was insane! I mean right now I could have my own wings spread out and flying over to our new home, free, instead of being in this Tin can of

horror. Yes, I would need directions but I could manage anything, flying is easy. Did I mention my great sense of direction and that I have wings? Hm, it's not really something a person would forget to mention.

They really are nice though. Bigger, faster, and better than any bird's that's for sure. They are what makes me, me.

My name is Maximum Ride by the way. Please, just call me Max. Who am I kidding? Call me Max or you will end up on the ground faster than you can cry for your mommy. I'm tougher than I look, too. I've been

taking Tae Kwon Do, a little bit of boxing, and karate ever since I was four. I'm fourteen now so I have quite a bit of experience.

Anyway, before I forget to tell you anything else let me explain to you why I'm stuck in this...let's name it Tin can permanently, when I have my awesome wings on my back. It was all my mom's doing, call her Dr.

Martinez; Ella and me just call her mom. A week ago she woke both of us up saying that she had great news. Big lie, she said that we finally got accepted to a school that she had registered us for since last

month when school started. What? That was something we did not know. She won't even tell us what the school or our neighborhood is like. Mom gave us a few days to pack up, say our goodbyes to our

friends, and told us we would love our new home. Yeah, don't think so. I honorably asked for a map to our new home and offered to flu my self over there so no money would be wasted on a ticket. Mom denied

my noble request and held onto from when we got to the airport until we were on the plane. I think she thought I would fly away (ha, ha) or something. Way to be trusting huh? I can't really blame her I don't

have much trust in people either. That's why I didn't have a lot of friends back home so there weren't many goodbyes. Still, I already miss them. Ella, though, is another story.

Ella is one of those totally, open social people. The whole week she was complaining about leaving her friends, about to end middle school and how she will me so many things blah-Dee-blah-blah. Most of the

plain ride she was still whining. She's never really like that, so this was bad. Of course right now she's fast asleep beside my mom while I'm staring out my window. Ella is mostly really cool apart from all the

complaining that went on. It was one of the few times. Ella, like me, has her own little secret. No wings but it's a secret that might make her as weird as me. She can teleport her self and objects that she

touches. She still has to work on teleporting with people but besides that she's in full control of it. It comes in handy for her when she goes to the mall, wanting to go to different stores when no one is watching.

Let me say something: my sister shops a lot. She is the complete fashionista of the family. Something I must live with.

Although we're sisters, Ella and me are completely different. She loves fashion, make up, talking, socializing, and is completely boy crazy. Me? I don't like any of that. Instead of wondering if this guy or that one

likes me or if he's hot. I wonder if he would be a good friend or if I would kick his butt if he came near me cause he's a complete jerk. We look completely different too. Ella looked more like my mom; brownish

skin, black hair, and average person height, stylish and pretty. I, on the other hand, had slightly tanned skin brown eyes, brown hair, am freakishly tall and skinny. To me I look quite plain. Ella and mom say I'm

beautiful but really I have no idea what they're on. And besides my wings, I could heal things. I could heal my self and others. Mend bones, stop bleeding and all that good stuff. It was really something I

thought of or had control over it just...happens. But that's my life story.

So, there I was stuck in a Tin can with my family and a whole lot of strangers wondering where the heck we were off too in Arizona. I didn't have much longer to wait. We were already descending. Ella had

waken up. My mom turned to me.

"You ready?

I nodded relieved that I would finally be let out in the open maybe being able to fly. But, yeah, things don't always go so smoothly for me.

"Oh and Max?" Mom said wearily.

"Yeah?" I asked suspicion rising in my voice.

"You're going to have to ride in the car."

I could almost feel my self go pale.

After three and a half of the most tormenting hours of my life we finally drove into this secluded neighborhood with just as secluded homes. At least they looked that way. The houses were so separated from

each other. At least ten feet apart. There seemed to be no houses behind each other but then again each was so big that I could have been mistaken. But out of all the houses, ours was the most secluded. We

were about a fourth of a mile away from the closest house, a bit far if you ask me. Finally, mom drove into a driveway that belonged to a huge but cozy looking home. I shot out of the car before my mom even

stopped the car.

I dramatically fell to the ground. "I'm alive! I made it!" I was about to kiss the ground before Ella pulled me to my feet.

"Aw, Max you got your shirt dirty. It was actually a pretty one," Ella scolded me but she giggled. Of course it was, Ella had picked the shirt out.

Mom got out of the car. "Okay girls, we're home. Everything is inside but you still need to pick out your rooms. When you two are all done come down so I can talk to you about you new school. I'll be making

dinner."

"Finally!" Ella squealed and raced inside.

I followed behind her but more slowly not wanting to go inside just yet. When I did get inside I was surprised to see how big it was but the place was so welcoming that I walked in as if I had lived there

forever. I went up the stairs ready to pick out a room. I walked though the hallway peeking into each room, finding out where everything was. There was nothing really special about any room that I could see

so I kept walking. Ella had already chosen her room. Finally, I got to the end of the hallway where I noticed and extra set of small stairs. I followed them up until I reached a door. Slowly I opened the door. My

mouth fell open a little. There were two windows and the walls and ceiling were sky blue with clouds painted on them. I walked further in to investigate. There was a big closet that I knew wouldn't be much use

for clothes seeing as I didn't really have a lot to fill it up. The bedroom had its own bathroom complete with a shower. But the best part was when I opened the twin doors, which reveled a balcony that had the

most amazing view of the whole back yard. Let me tell you, the back was humongous! I looked around and immediately decided this would be a great take off area. In the distance, I saw a lake where I could

faintly see some people. I guess that wasn't just ours.

"Like it?"

Startled, I turned around. "Totally."

Mom smiled. "Yeah, I knew you would. Ella chose the bedroom with the biggest closet."

I laughed. Of course she would.

"Well, hurry unpacking, I have to talk to both of you," She said then left me alone in my room to enjoy it.

Half an hour later we were all downstairs eating in the living room. We never really had any dining rules except for no food fights. I'm all for that seeing as I eat like a pig and can chow down more food than an

average teen or adult. It's a wonder that I'm not fat or out of shape.

"So, on Monday you're both going to start school," Mom stated. "Tomorrow I'm taking both of you to the mall to pick out some new clothes. That's not up for debate, Max." Ella squealed happily as I sighed. "But

before we do all that I have to you about your new school."

"Finally," Ella and I said in unison. She took a really long time to get to things, didn't she? Jeez.

Mom scowled but continued. "You two will really love this school. You won't feel different from anyone like you did in your other schools. It will be a place where it'll be easy to make friends and fit in-"

"Wait," I cut her off. "Wait, what do you mean we won't be different? Heck, it's impossible to not be different with what we can do. What type of school is this exactly?"

For a split second she looked uneasy but quickly turned to look neutral. "It's a school for kids with special abilities. Grades 8 to 12. I waited until Ella got into eighth grade so you could both enroll together. It will

be nice. They have all regular classes that other schools have but they also have one extra class to help use your abilities and master them."

Ella's eyes lit up and I could feel something inside of me that felt like a flicker of hope and I don't hope a lot. I just let life happen.

"We don't have to hide what we can do?" Ella asked cautiously.

"You can be pretty much open in what you do," Mom answered.

"Will the be able to help me learn how to teleport with people?"

Mom nodded, "They'll try"

Ella and I looked at one another. I liked the idea of being able to be as open about what we could do. They could help me aster my healing ability and maybe during physical education they'd let me fly around

instead of running. This sounded sweet.

"But there is something," Mom cut off my train of thought. "Max, you still need to hide your wings from others."

I shot up from my chair. "What? Why?" Happiness is so not working for me right now.

Mom gave me a stern look. "Max, your wings aren't an ability. They're you, a part of you. I don't want you showing off and abusing them. Flying around school isn't what people do. Nobody at the school can do it

nor do they have wings. Keep them a secret, at least for now." It sounded like there was another reason. I wasn't sure.

For the second time that day my spirits were dampened. Yet, there was something in me that didn't want anyone to know. My wings were my own little secret that I wanted to keep. Maybe if I trusted someone

enough I would show him or her(wasn't likely) but right now ii felt as if I were keeping a dear friend with me forever. It sounds nice if you think about it.

I smirked a little. "Okay."