I don't own Maximum Ride. But I do own my OC's.

This is different from my other stories, because this isn't going to be mostly in third person.

Jaze POV

I leaned over my homework, slowly drifting off into dreams-where the food wasn't burnt. " are you working on your homework?" My mom asked when she came in.

"and the squ-squa- square r-root of…" I began drifting off, again.

"you're lucky it's Friday" Mom said. I drowsily nodded. "you can go to bed, okay?" she said, rustling my hair.

"night, mom," I said with a yawn

"night," she said.

I walked to my room, changed into my sweats and t-shirt I slept in, then spread out my wings. Oh you don't have wings? Well I was born with them, seeing as my unknown (well, Mom says she knows, and when I asked, my friend May walked in, like she owned our house) father has wings, and Mom is Maximum Ride.

I was asleep, when the phone rang. "probably just May telling me about her newest boyfriend" I sighed. Why I'm a boy with girl best friend, who I have no intention of dating is beyond me.

I heard mom answer the phone, then quickly hang up. Not May, I mused.