Disclaimer….I don't own MR.

So, new story for you, the whole plot?

Max has always believed she is the only one of her kind - the kind with wings - convinced by her scientist father that she was created as a fluke, she has never tried searching for others. But some niggling doubt is growing inside her, and she wants to know more, and this includes scouring the internet for hours on end, to find leads on others like her who she can talk to and relate to. Having never felt like she truly belongs, and afraid of being treated a "freak", Max believes this is her only chance of truly being happy. Will she succeed?

My name is Maximum Martinez, but call me anything but Max and you have no chance of holding a conversation with me. Sorry, but that's the way things are. I live with my Mom Val Martinez, local heroic vet, friends with everyone she ever meets, regular do-gooder, you know the type (I imagine - maybe you don't). And with my sister Ella, goodie-two-shoes, and straight-A student, pretty in a subtle, yet noticeable way and could steal the heart of anybody she ever meets - mess with her and you mess with me, she's my sister, bitch. My Dad? He's around, he doesn't live with us. But he's around, turns up like a rash at unwanted moments, I mean don't get me wrong, he's still my Dad, we just never saw eye to eye particularly, not since he ditched us and left me to mend the broken heart of my mother and look after my sister when I was 10.

So you're probably thinking yeah, yeah, what's so special? You just described like a billion other 17-year-old girls. What's so special about me? What makes me so different from the rest? Why should you even care at all?

Do any of those other billion girls you know have a 16-foot pair of wings grafted into their backs? Have any of them launched themselves off of skyscrapers and lived to tell the tale? Oh yeah, got your attention there.

Ok- so the skyscraper thing - never technically done that, Mom won't let me, but I know I could do it if I tried and I really can fly. The highest I've ever launched from was the roof of the house, and Mom freaked when she found out I had done that. She's not a huge fan of this whole wing thing, I mean, she doesn't love me any less for them, if anything it just makes her more protective over me.

So the only thing is, I don't have a clue what i can truly do. As far as I know, I am the only one of my kind. Dad says I was a fluke of some kind - he's a scientist, convinced Mom it was in the best interest of science to "create" me, making me some science-project of his (and you wonder why we don't see eye-to-eye), and then, scared by the reality of how far science really could go, didn't create any more? I'm hazy on that part. But when I was born, Mom put her foot down, said no to all the experiments they wanted to do on me, and tries to let me lead a "normal" life. I mean, normal kids don't have to be pulled from swim class by their parents because their wings would show through their swim suits, but hey, you can't win all your battles I guess.

I just wish sometimes that I had someone I could talk to, someone like me. None of my friends at school know, Ella does, but even she doesn't really get it, like how do I explain to her that running just doesn't affect me like it does her, and not because I'm spectacularly fit or do loads of exercise, but just because I'm wired up differently. I tried to tell someone at school once, someone I thought I could tell anything in the world to, but they just laughed in my face when I told them, and I never bothered to prove it to them, it just genuinely hurt that they couldn't understand that I was being serious. And it would just be totally cool, you know, to have someone else who understands purely how amazing it is to feel the wind in your feathers and the ground below you. And someone who can give me tips on flying, who I could fly with without getting lonely, or yelled at by my Mom for being so high up.

I guess I'll never really know that feeling, if they never created another one of my kind, then I guess I'll just have to suffer with the loneliness, and I even think I could deal with that and be done with it, if I truly believed it. It's just lately, I have this niggling doubt in the bottom of my stomach that there has to be more, and why would my Dad just create one? Especially if Mom wouldn't let them experiment on me...surely they wouldn't just stop there? I mean - "scared by the reality of how far science can go"? Each time I see my Dad he's rubbing his hands together at the thought of some new technological advance, and he's not the fearful type.

So, I guess I'm about to do what never even crossed my mind before, and I don't know why it didn't cross my mind...it just didn't, I've never been in this much doubt before I guess. But the internet these days is a pretty powerful thing right? I mean, it's a huge place, and it could take me years to try and find out if my theory is true, about there being more of my kind, but I honestly don't know where else to start. In fact, I'm not even sure the internet is a narrow enough option, what am I going to do, type "bird-kid" into google? Scour lonely-hearts ad's for "winged creature seeks fellow winged creature for flying tips and friendship"? It's just not going to happen, so I've been putting it off. But I can't wait forever.