Hey everyone. I decided to start another story, and at the same time stop neglecting my other ones. I try to aim high haha :P enjoy. And please please please review. I'll love you forever if you doooo

Disclaimer: Yeah, I'm on fanfiction. I'm obviously a fan and not James Patterson.

By the way, this is mostly going to be in max's point of view, and occasionally in Fang's but 3rd person.

Max POV

I stared dejectedly out the window of the car. My social worker, Claire, was driving me to my newest foster home. This was the 9nth one I've been to since my mom died and my dad left when I was 5. I just really hoped this one was better than the last. Apparently, I was headed to some house where a few other foster kids lived.

We were passing a big house that was right on the beach of a huge lake when the car stopped.

"I'm living here?" I asked, surprised. This was a lot nicer then what I was used to.

Claire smiled and said, "Yup. Now come on. I'm going to talk with your new foster mom, Dr. M, and you can get acquainted with the others."

I frowned. I generally don't do well with other people. But I decided I would try my best, which wasn't much, but still. I walked up to the door with Claire at my heels. I knocked and an extremely tall, extremely pale guy opened the door.

He grinned when he saw me and said, "You must be the new girl. I'm Iggy." Then he yelled loudly into the house, "Hey everyone! New girl's here!"

Soon two girls who were probably about 14 (a year younger than me) came running down the stairs. They had similar wide brown eyes, but one had darker, mocha colored skin and the other was just lightly tanned. The mocha one squealed loudly and said, "HI! I'm Nudge and this is my foster sister and very best friend, Ella! You're going to be our sister too now! I'm so excited! We can totally like-" Ella clamped a hand over her mouth, shutting her up.

I smiled gratefully at Ella and she grinned back and said, "Nudge tends to talk a lot."

Nudge opened her mouth but was cut off when a brown haired guy about my age walked in.

"Hey," he said grinning at me, "I'm Sam."

I was about to reply when two more guys walked in. One was blond, about my age, and drop dead gorgeous. The other had wide eyes and light hair and was probably only about eight or nine.

"Well hello there," said the older one, looking me up and down, "I'm Dylan. This little guy's Gazzy."

An adorable little blond girl, who was probably only about six, skipped into the room and grabbed my hand.

"Hi" she said brightly, "I'm Angel."

I smiled down at her. "I'm Max" I said to her, and everyone else, just as the last figure slipped into the room. He was tall, and about my age. He had scruffy black hair, an all black outfit, and smoldering obsidian eyes.

"Fang." He said.

I cocked my head, confused. "Huh?" I asked.

Iggy laughed and said, "That's his name."

I frowned. "So Fang," I said, "Can you speak in complete sentences?"

He smirked at me and shrugged. I narrowed my eyes, glaring at him.

Dr. M and Claire entered the room, breaking the tense silence.

"Hello Max," said Dr .M, "I see you've met everyone."

"Yeah," I said, "But I thought there were only a few other kids living here."

Dr. M laughed, "No," she said, "They don't all live here. Sam, and Dylan are brothers. They live next door to the left. Fang and Iggy are also brothers, and they live next door to the right. Only Nudge, Ella, Angel, and Gazzy live here. But the boys are over all the time."

"Yup," said Iggy, slinging an arm around Dr. M, "She's a second mom to us, so you better get used to seeing us around."

DR. M rolled her eyes, but patted Iggy affectionately on the cheek.

"Why don't you all show Max to her room?" she said.

"Bye, Max," said Claire, "Call me if you have any trouble."

I nodded and little Angel lead me up the stairs, the others followed.

We reached the top and headed straight, down a long hallway. At the end and to the right was my room. I opened the door and bit back a gasp. This was so much bigger than all the tiny rooms I'd had in the past. I loved it. The walls were sky blue and the comforter and curtains were deep purple. There was a small white desk and a dresser with a silver television on top. The best part, though, was the balcony overlooking the beach.

"Do you like it?" Ella asked me.

I nodded enthusiastically and grinned. "It's great." I said happily. I blinked, realizing I meant it. Huh. I guess I might just like it here.

"Sorry, guys." Sam said, "Dylan and I have to go. Mom wants us home in time for dinner."

Sam and Dylan waved goodbye and left. Then it was just the six of us.

"So," said Angel, "You like it here. But you're still uncertain about everything. You don't need to be, though. Everyone already likes you."

I froze. How the heck did she know that? I looked towards the others. Fang rolled his eyes and Iggy snickered at my expression. Ella took pity on me and explained. "Angel is…special." She said, "We don't know if she's just really empathetic or if it's something else, but she can always get the general idea of what you're thinking."

Oh great, I thought, a six year old mind reader.

"Well that's…" I said uncertainly, "different."

The others laughed. Well, Fang just smirked and Angel beamed at me. I was beginning to like these people. And for me, that was big.

A/N Ugh. Sorry this chapter was boring. But first chapters always are. It was mostly introductions and blah. The next one will be better. Chapter 2 will have the start of the faxness:)