Chapter 1:

This is my first story, so be carful. I'd like it if you'd critique it so I will know if I need to do something better. Enjoy!

Max's POV

Hi, my name is Maximum Ride. (But please, call me Max or else we'll have some issues.) I'm 15 and live in a foster home with my best friends. Not to mention they're the only friends I have. The reason they're my only friends is because at school we get teased and tormented by everyone that walks our way. I guess it was a good thing I took a martial arts class when I was younger and still practice on my own time.

And by 'we', I mean, me, Iggy, Gazzy, Nudge and Angel. Not to mention our foster dad Jeb. He wasn't as cool as my biological dad, but I won't go into detail with that right now.

We were starting up school again and I'm just ecstatic to see my old pals at school again! (Please note my high level of sarcasm.) I'm going into my sophomore year as well as Iggy. Nudge is in the sixth grade, Gazzy is in fourth grade and Angel is in second grade.

You're probably wondering why the idiots in my school like to tease kids in elementary school and middle school, right? Easy, I was 'friends' with one of the guys that started the teasing and name calling, and he figured out that I lived in a foster family with these kids. They just thought it was hilarious that you lived in a foster home because of your stupid older brother...

Anyways...

I knew it was going to be a regular day in high school again. As I walked into the front doors of the school with Iggy, we were greeted with some very, well...rude remarks. We've gotten used to it and learn to ignore it but I guess they just do it for pleasure. seems like they hadn't caught on that it doesn't bother us anymore. (Okay, it bothers us! Or me at least. But it's not like I'm going to admit that!)

I saw Iggy tense. "Everything's going to be okay Ig's. Just ignore them."

"I wish they'd just stop, Max." Iggy whispered in my ear.

"Yeah, me too. But for now, we can't do anything about it. Come on, let's go get our schedules." I offered. Iggy nodded in agreement. Turns out I only have one class with Iggy: Lunch. "It's like they want us to suffer."

"Yeah, lets just hope some clueless new kid comes up and actually wants to talk to us for once without making a rude comment."

"Iggy, that'll be the day I wear a dress." We both chuckled at my comment. I was actually hoping a clueless new kid would come along and talk to us. Although I knew that wouldn't happen because, I mean, who wants to talk to some stupid foster care kids, right?.

"I'm gonna head off to homeroom. Don't wanna be late." Iggy said walking away towards his homeroom class. Which left me alone walking in the other direction to my homeroom class.

As I walked by, everybody was whispering and laughing to their friends. I didn't mind actually because I got lost in my train of thought. I was thinking about what would happen if there was a new kid, and if they's be a jerk and call my family names or if they would want me to be their friend. Doubt that will ever happen because I don't open up to people very well because of what happened in my past.

I then realized that I arrived at homeroom. I took a seat in the back of the class isolating myself from the others by the windows. I kept my gaze away from the others, and looked out the window. I didn't notice when someone came up and asked me, "Is anyone sitting here?" I practically jumped out of my seat.

"Uh..." I stuttered. "N-no." He sat down in the seat next to mine. He had black hair, obsidian colored eyes, an olive skin tone and his wardrobe consisted of all black. That's when I also noticed that the rest of the class was staring at me.

"Why are you sitting there?" Dylan, my first tormentor, asked the boy.

"Why not?" He (I'll refer to the boy with black hair as 'he' since I don't know his name) retorted.

"Because, newbie, if you haven't noticed, she's sitting back here by herself because she's a freak."

"I don't know that. After all, I am the newbie here." He surprised me by saying that. He wanted to sit next to me. I was shot back into reality once he started talking again. "Hi, my name's Nick. But you can call me Fang if you'd like."

"Max."

"Why do they say that stuff about you?" Fang asked curiously.

"Oh, uh..." I was about to tell him why when the bell rang for class to begin.

"Alright class! Settle down!" I didn't catch anymore of what Ms. Haffer was lecturing us about because I was again, lost in my train of thought. Surprisingly the class ended quicker than I thought just like the rest of my morning. Little did I know it, Fang was in all my classes and sat next to me in each and every one. He hadn't said anything else to me about the kids in homeroom.

So, how did you like this chapter? Please review and tell me what you think. This is my first story so I don't know if it's all that good. HELP ME!