Okay, SO this is my first Max Ride story. It's incredibly cliché but I'm going to right it anyway :) And if you like it please R&R and check out my other story "Can you keep a Secret". It's really good and me and my friend are working really hard on it. It means a lot. ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I'm not James Patterson. Sadly.
MPOV:
I'm staring out of my car window watching as houses and pristine looking lawns pass me by. Oh, sorry I didn't introduce myself. My name is Maximum Ride, but I go by Max. Call me anything else and we'll have a problem. I'm currently trapped in a car with my little sister Ella. Ella is tan, with long pinstraight black hair and brown eyes, but the pretty kind. She's 15. And me? I have dirty blonde, mid-length wavy hair with mulch colored eyes. I'm very pale and somewhat tall at 5'6". I'm 18, and a senior in high school. Epicness.
BUT, my dear mother, Valencia decided "Hey kids, let's move halfway across the country so I can open my own business!" I didn't really mind because I didn't have many friends at my old high school. Mainly enemies. But moving to Pennsylvania is a little too far.
My mom turns into a HUGE house on Hilliard Ave. The lawn is cleanly cut and I already see a room with a balcony. Its mine. Ella and Gazzy can go cry in their sock drawer about it.
A wave of excitement takes me over and I jump out of the car (that's still moving) and barrel roll onto the pavement.
"MAX!" Ella screams.
But I'm too busy sprinting in to claim my bedroom I don't even respond to her calls.
I race into the open door (the movers had already started moving our crap in) and sprinted up the stairs and into my new heaven. The walls are white washed, begging to be painted and there's already a bed, and a conjoining bathroom. I open up the balcony and step out into the welcoming sun. I turn my head when I hear the car door slam.
"MAX!" Ella yells. "You wanted that room so badly you had to give us all a heart attack?"
"Yepperoni" is my smart reply.
"Well at least warn us next time!"
"Do I ever Ell's?"
Grumbling to herself, she walks into the doorway and chooses her own room. I sit out on my balcony a moment longer when I feel eyes on me. I turn and see a teenage guy with black hair staring at me from the lawn of the house next door. I stare back for a moment, and then walk back indoors, ready to start unpacking all my stuff.
FPOV
When I found out Brigit was moving away from the house next door last month, I did my own little happy dance. When no one was looking, of course. I still can clearly remember when she told me she was moving away.
"Fangy, it's so sad, I'm moving away! We'll have to keep in touch like every day! I DON'T WANNA GO! WAHHH" She had cried. I on the other hand was grinning ear to ear on the inside. Brigit had liked me since freshmen year of high school and she and Lissa (her best friend) hadn't left me alone since then. But now that Brigit was gone all I had to worry about was Lissa. Or if the new family moving in had a girl like Brigit. I think I'd go mentally insane. I already have to deal with my little sister Monique (Nudge is what I call her). She doesn't know how to stop talking, and I'm antisocial. Except for my best friend Iggy. He's the only one I talk to, for the most part.
Currently Nudge is blabbing her head off to my poor mother that she says a moving van in the new neighbor's house next door. I slip outside to relax on my lawn and sketch, but really I'm spying to see the new neighbors. After what feels like eternity a car pulls up. They're just about to turn the corner when the door opens and a girl who looks about to be my age barrel rolls out of the car. Before I can register what's happening and get a better look, she's sprinting in the doorway and into the house.
"MAX!" I hear a girl yell from the car. They continue into the driveway and the blonde girl (whose name I'm going to assume is Max) is out on a balcony.
"MAX!" the girl yells. "You wanted that room so badly you had to give us all a heart attack?"
"Yepperoni" this "Max" replies.
"Well at least warn us next time!"
"Do I ever Ell's?"
So the other girl must be Ell's? Me being my antisocial self I don't bother going to investigate further, but I find myself still staring at the the girl, Max. She doesn't seem like Brigit, but who am I to tell. We lock eyes for a second, and I watch her turn around and reenter her house.
Little did I know this wouldn't be the last time I'd meet Max.
So? What did you think? Please R&R I really want to become a better writer and I really want your opinions on the story so far. I'll try and update again later this week, and check out my other story as well. It's really supermegafoxyawesomehot! Bye for now!
~Spunky Violet. :D