A/N: So this is my first attempt at a Maximum Ride fanfic. I'm not sure how well it will go, but I really like the series and I just had to write it. Be sure to tell me what you think. This is just the little introduction. The real story will get started... well, when I get the chance to write it. I won't say when that is, because I'm the queen of killing deadlines, even the ones I make for myself. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride...
Freak
Have you ever met a kid that you thought was so sweet and so loving and so kind and so wonderful and then found out that there was something wrong with them, like they had been beaten by their father or their mother was a drunk or they were sick with cancer or some other really sad, really depressing thing? If you didn't know any better, I could be any one of those things. But I wasn't, not really. I was just a freak. A five-foot-five-and-an-half-inch tall, thirteen-year-old freak. If it wasn't my height that made me freakish, it was my hair and eyes; the brightest white-blond hair and huge chocolatebrown eyes. And I do mean huge. They took up most of my face, like someone had painted two quarters to look like human eyes and glued them in the place where normal sized eyes should be. Oh yeah, and if that wasn't weird enough, you could always look at my upbringing and physical attributes.
You might want to sit down for this, because anyone standing might come crashing to the ground with shock.
My name is Ezabela. You can laugh. I know it's weird, but I like it. In fact, I picked it out. Yep, you heard me right; I named myself. I was five years old and living in a cozy little dog crate.
Ah, see? You're not laughing anymore, are you? Yeah, I had a feeling that would spike your interest. Just picture a little five-year-old girl with blond hair and brown bug eyes living in a dog crate. You know, the ones made out of black bars for overactive Chihuahuas and poodles. Now picture that little girl with bird wings sticking out of her back.
And that's where people that are standing up have now fallen over. I'll give you a minute to compose yourself.
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Alright, your minute's up. If you'd rather go read something else, say, something without a weird little bird girl locked up in a dog crate, then go ahead and leave. I promise that I won't hold it against you, but if you want to know the truth, then I suggest that you plant it right now and get settled for a long story, because boy is one coming...
I know it's short, but this was just a short intro to Ezabela as a character. I'll write more as soon as I get the chance. Please review! If you review, I'll post sooner... maybe...