Hello my lovelies :) This is my first story on here. feel free to nicely criticize, flames are no appreciated. thank you :)

Disclaimer: I do not own most of these awesome characters, James Patterson does c: Alons-y!

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Chapter 1: The Move

Max's POV:

I'm somewhat glad we are moving. I'll have a chance to get away from him. The only downside to moving all the way across the country? My annoying, girly sister, Ella. We've been driving for 14 hours and we still have 10 minutes to go.

oh, I forgot tot introduce myself. My name is Maximum Ride, Max for short. Or slut, hoe, tramp, emo, cutter, shitface, etc... but those are in the past. I have dull brown hair with natural blonde highlights, chocolate brown eyes, an athletic build that I hide under clothes, and I'm 5'8". My mum, Dr. Valencia Martinez (or Dr. M), has dark brown hair, deep brown eyes, is a vet, and is 5'6". ella looks exactly like her, but is 5'3". We were going to move anyway, but my 'situation' just moved it along faster. My Mu-

I was cut off by my mum calling my name and Ella slamming the door closed. I looked in front of me and the car is parked in front of a Beautiful, white Valedictorian house. As Ella grabs her bags, I go into the house and I just follow the stairs to the attic. I look around, and decide that with a little work that it will be perfect, and its not like I will be the only one with an attic room. amazingly so, there is a small balcony almost touching the one across from mine.

I walk back down stairs to tell Mum the room I chose. When I got to the first level, Mum was in the kitchen unpacking and Ella was bringing more boxes in. I walked outside to help unpack the rest of the boxes before walking in and telling Dr.M about the attic room.

"Are you sure you want that room? It's awfully high up there..," Mum worried at her lip as she asked the ridiculous question. I nod my head, exaggerating the motion a bit. "Oh, okay! Fine, you can have that room, but you have to promise that nothing is going to happen like last year." I flinch at the reminder of last year and when Mum turns around, she has tears in her eyes. It was all I could do to nod.

I'm guessing that you want an explanation about what happened last year. I used to have an older brother, Ari, and we used to get along better than most siblings would. that was until about a year and half ago. Ari became friends with him and our relationship went down hill from there. After the 'incident' Mum sent him to live our father. That was a month ago and now we are out of that gods-forsaken house.

Dr. M hugs me and i turn and go up to my room to unpack my things. I pass Ella as I make my way up, and she sneers at me. In all honesty, I'm used to it because I had to learn to ignore it during school. I'm not necessarily a girly or social person. I was an outcast, having not been able to find any of my own people. My only friend belonged to the popular group.

When I got to my room, I moved my bed an dresser and bed to where i wanted them. The balcony was on the North wall. My bed went to the West wall and my dresser to the East. my closet and the door to my room were on the South wall as was the personal bathroom, so it fit well.

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Mum called us down for dinner not too long after I moved everything where I wanted it. All I have to do now is unpack my boxes and I'm good to go.

" Y'all's schooling starts back up next week. you will be going to the one in this neighborhood; it's about a 15-20 minute walk," Mum said as she placed the plates on the table. I jump back out of my seat across the table,"What?! I don't WANT to go to school! Why can't I just take online courses?"

"Max sit down. We came hear to get a fresh start for both of you, and it's all the way across the country just so there is not a chance in the world that anyone knows you. Okay?" After my mum's little speech, I calmed down some and we all sat to eat our dinner.

After dinner, I went up to my room while Ella and Mum took their turn at the dinner dishes. I start with the box with all my clothes in it, which are mostly grey, black, and white, and walk over to my dresser. I separate out all the dresser stuff from the closet stuff, and as I do I find my old song journal. I don't know how it got in there, because I could have sworn that I put it with all my music stuff... Oh well, I shrug it off and went back to placing my stuff in the draws, hiding my journal in the bottom of my underwear draw with my Bowie knife.

As I am sitting out on my balcony with my Fender guitar, I look up to see the stars glistening back at me. I start to play the intro to 'Your Guardian Angel' by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus and when I reach my part, I start singing along. I've been told that I have the voice of an angel, but I don't really think so... Sure I thing I'm pretty good at it, but not like an angel. I look back up the the sky, still strumming, still singing...still hurting.

I am startled out of my trance by a voice, "How long have you been playing?" I look around for the mysterious voice and find it on the balcony across from mine, coming from a boy my age who looks slightly emo. He has floppy, black hair the has the 'just got out of bed' look, snake bites, and looks to be about 6'1". He's dressed in all black and behind him, the room looks black too.

"Excuse me?" I reply setting Ben (yes I named my guitar), an going to lean against the railing across from him. Mr. Emo raises his hands in surrender. "I was just wondering how long you've been playing the guitar. You have a beautiful voice by the way," he smirks at me as I turn bright rd from the compliment.

"I'll tell you after I get a name to call you by... other than Mr. Emo that is...?" I tilt my head to the side, waiting for an answer. He rolls his lip ring around like he's debating on weather he should tell me or not. He seems like someone who has a strange name.

"The name's Nick, but you can call me Fang," he answers after a few minutes and I burst out laughing. To say that he looks taken aback is an understatement. I get a hold of my breathing, and straighten up."Sorry, but Fang? I thought I was wrong about the whole 'emo' thing, but it doesn't seem like it..."

He chuckles lightly, shaking his head," there is a story behind that name by the way. I've had the same nickname since I was 4."

We hang around talking until just about 3:30 in the morning. We both say our goodbyes and head into our respectful rooms.

Thank you for reading Lovelies :) I hope you liked it! I don't know when I will update what with school and all, but it should only take a couple of weeks.

~Layla