DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAXIUM RIDE IN ANY WAY! I WISH I DID!

MAX pov.

I don't want to move, it's happened way too many times for my liking. 6 months in California, that's a new record. Yip de freaking doo. (If you can't see the sarcasm then you shouldn't be reading this)

"Maximum Ride get your lazy ass over here!" That's Jeb, my lovely step-father, ever since my real dad died and my mom married this un-grateful little dweeb, my life's been a living hell.

"Yes father?" That word 'father' almost made me want to puke, but, if I did I would get in some serious shit.

"You are a bitch, get fucking packed already, were leaving soon!" I was already packed and if you haven't noticed, Jeb usually swears in every sentence, unless he's near other people. Then he's the perfect dad.

"Of course dad, I don't want to keep you waiting."

"Yea well, you are, bitch!" Jeb raised his arm until it was over his head; I bent my head and put my hands around my neck so it wouldn't get hurt, as much. Jeb's fist came down on me and hit me with a loud thud. It hurt, a lot. But, I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of seeing the pain on my face. Instead I put on an emotionless mask, outraged that I didn't cry out, Jeb hit me again. But still, he couldn't break my barrier.

As soon as he was finished "punishing" me I stood up. I walked from the living room of my house to my room. As soon as I walked in I turned around, closed the door and locked it. With my hand still on the lock, I breathed out a long sigh. I turned around to look at my room.

Most people would look at my room and instantly say the person living there was emo. It was a dark purple with my bookcase, bed and dresser painted red. My nightstand, closet, door and everything else was painted black.

The side with my closet had another door which was a small bathroom. The side opposite of it had my bed and nightstand. The nightstand had few things on it, which was a water bottle, clock, and a small paperback book I was reading.

My bed was never made and it had a black with red swirled comforter on it. My bookcase was located on the side away from my door leading into the hallway; it contained books mostly from Pitticus lore and James Patterson. My dresser was to the right of my bookcase. I knew my room was messy, with the clothes everywhere but I never cleaned it.

I made my way into my bathroom and closed the door. I knelt down and opened the cabinet, I took out my first aid kit and set to work, I needed to examine myself to see if Jeb hurt anything.

Luckily only bruises were made this time, but I knew it would only get worse. I checked the watch on my wrist to make sure what time it was 7 am. We were leaving at 12. At 12 I would go on a plane and change my life forever.