A MAXIMUM ACCIDENT
Okay people! This is my very first FanFic EVER, so please be nice and RnR! I started writing a different FanFic, but then lost it, so I started this one. This story has major FAX! This is an all human FanFic, but the names of the characters are just like the actual series, because I don't like changing the names, plus I suck at thinking of good character names, lol! I hope you like it!
~Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride! Unfortunately. :( The characters belong to James Patterson, I just thought of the idea!
Chapter 1:
My name is Maximum Ride Martinez, but I go by Max. I'm 16 and I got my driver's license a few months ago. I just love driving. My mom got me a car on my 16th birthday, and I absolutely love my car!
I was driving home from high school on Friday with my boyfriend Fang (his real name is Nick, but he doesn't like it. He bit his doctor when he was younger, so his nickname is Fang) following me in his car. Fang and I made plans during school to go to a movie and then dinner after. We decided to stop at my house to drop off my car, since he would be driving to the movie and dinner. I also wanted to say hi to my siblings and, of course, I had to tell Mom our plans.
Here's some quick info about my crazy life: Like I said, I'm 16 and I'm dating Fang, who is also 16. Fang likes where dark clothes and isn't very talkative. He also doesn't show his emotions to most people. We were friends for forever before we started dating, so I usually know what he's feeling, even if he doesn't show it. Fang has a twin brother named Iggy, who is also 16. Iggy, for some reason, likes to find things to blow up or make bombs with. He is also and ahh-mazing cook!
My mom, Valencia Martinez, is a vet and the best mom I could ask for. She makes the BEST chocolate cookies I've ever tasted-don't try to steal one of her cookies from me…it won't end well for you. My dad is Jeb, and he and my mom divorced when I was 6. It was his fault they split up, so I don't talk to him anymore.
I have 1 biological sibling and 3 adoptive siblings and I'm the oldest. Ella, who is 13, is my biological sister. She is a total girly-girl and is always asking to do my hair and makeup. Then, there's Nudge, one on my adoptive siblings. She's 12 and a HUGE chatterbox-we call her the Nudge Channel: all Nudge, all the time. She's also completely obsessed with fashion. Next, Gazzy, or the Gasman (yeah, weird names, but it makes my family unique). Gazzy is 8 and his name kinda speaks for itself. Something's up with his digestive system, so we almost always have a window cracked in the house. He has the same interest as Iggy when it comes to bombs and blowing stuff up. His sister is Angel, who is 6 and such a sweetheart. She's like my baby, because I mostly take care of her for mom.
So that's my crazy life.
Anyway, I was driving down the street to my house, only about 5 minutes away. I had to stop at a stoplight, and looked in the rearview mirror and saw Fangs car behind me. Then I saw a car in front of me in the other lane, going really fast-too fast to stop at the red light.
Stupid, crazy drivers I thought. Next thing I know, the idiot was running the red light, and swerving into my lane heading right to my car! They crashed into my car, and my world went black.