Hey guys! I'm Mazy! Well, actually that's just my old nick-name but that's okay, you guys can call me that :} If any of you guys have read Past the Limit by Dolphiness, you know I've written that story with her starting the third chapter. So, this isn't exactly my first story. And if you're wondering why I haven't put it up on my account, well…I was thinking of maybe putting it up later after the story is already done or something. And please hang in there with this chapter! I know it's boring, but I just had to set everything up and I know all the descriptions will probably bore you to death, but I PROMISE YOU, it WILL get better. I have HUGE, crazy plans for this story :P

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maximum Ride

My life is confusing. Period. Actually, my life is a mind-bottling kind of secret. I have this BIG secret NO ONE can find out about unless they have a death wish. Let me explain what I'm going on about.

I'm…the…first…daughter.

As in, the president of the United States' daughter.

Yeah…President Jeb Ride's one and only child...

Now for the confusing part; my parents are divorced, and as much as I love my dad, I CAN'T stay with him. I don't want to have to deal with reporters and meetings and flights for the next four years of my life. I don't want to always be dressed in fancy-ass-expensive clothes. That's just not my style and that's not how I roll. Plus, I like being normal.

I've always lived with my mom, but I still got to see my dad once every month ever since my parents got divorced when I was two. Throughout my dad's entire life, he's worked with the government. It really wasn't a surprise when he decided to run for president, which gets us to where we are right now. He just won the election and got inaugurated into office last week. And right now, well…right now I'm on a plane moving to Washington D.C.

Let me explain, okay. You see, my dad and I really don't want to have to go four years without seeing each other, and he knows the reporters won't really pay much attention to me because I live with my mom and they've been divorced for quite some time now. Fourteen years to be exact, considering I'm sixteen now. To them, all they really know is that in his past, he has been married and has had a child.

"They won't want to have anything to do with you or your mom unless they find I'm still associating myself with you two," were his exact words. So unless I wanted reporters following me everyday for the next four years, they couldn't find out about my dad still visiting me every month.

So, we came up with a conclusion. Instead of my dad getting on a plane every month and flying all the way to Arizona, where my mom and I used to live, we would have to move to D.C. Here, it would be easier for him to sneak out and visit us without reporters getting suspicious about something. Here, he promised to come see me every other week.

When we got to our new home, Ella screamed in delight. Did I forget to mention I have a younger sister? Yup, well her name is Ella Martinez and she's 14. She's also the result of the only relationship my mom tried having after the divorce. A relationship that obviously didn't last.

My mom is Valencia Martinez. She changed her last name back to her maiden name after she got divorced, even though her and my dad still get along fine. They're friends even. They never even had a serious problem with their relationship. The only thing that actually caused them to get a divorce was Dad's job getting in the way.

My mom is a top veterinarian and my dad sends us tons of money all the time, so basically, we were covered for financially pretty well. We've always lived in big houses so I didn't exactly express that much enthusiasm when we arrived because after all, all it was ever going to be was just another big house.

Not that I didn't admire the house, because believe me, I did. It was a nice house. The house was already furnished, and needless to say, decorated adequately. The good thing was, it wasn't too much and I loved how in this house, the sun shined through the windows, lighting up the entire house. The carpet was so soft and lush and the walls were this golden-yellow. On one side of the living room was this HUMONGOUS wall window, the glass having covered the length of the wall itself, letting in a spectacular view of the backyard along with the rays of sunshine illuminating the entire house in a fiery essence.

Back inside, I went up the stairs to find my room which I found immediately because of the plaque that said my name on the door. It was a BIG room. Inside, the walls were a lime green with a streak of a black line outlining wherever the walls met at the corners. I hope you can understand that because it looked ahh-mazing.

Sparing you all the detail, all the furniture in there was either lime green or black. What surprised me the most was this platform thing in the corner of the room. The cool part was it wasn't even built there or anything; all it really was was just an elevated part of the carpet, but it could totally be used as a stage. Perched up there, was my special acoustic guitar, my keyboard, my stool, and even my microphone.

Wait, did I forget to tell you, I LOVED music. What with all the moving and chaos in my hell-driven life, it was really the only constant, stable thing I had left.

Also, there was a balcony facing the backyard with the most spectacular view. There were trees close enough to grab a branch and sit on. The best part about it; I could totally see myself sitting out here, strumming my guitar or reading a book.

When I was done exploring my room, I went to find Ella and we just sat in her room and talked. Ella and I were close even with our differences. She was the type to design clothes while I on the other hand would wear anything as long as it was comfortable. I loved running while as Ella hated doing anything that would make her sweat. According to her, sweat is the number one main reason for the blocking up of pores.

"So…How do you girls like the house?" Our mom had popped in through the door without a single noise, startling us both. And after thanking her a million times over for setting up and designing the house in the most perfect way possible, we all head off to bed. I washed my face before turning out the lights and climbing in bed. As I stared out my balcony, I watched the moon shine brightly through the canopy of trees, shielding the night in an ever-present haze of navy blue skies. And looking up at those stars, I couldn't help but think that this was my new life now…

Sigh…

School tomorrow…

Fang tomorrow. He-He. Again, I'm SOOOO sorry this chapter was such a bore. But usually, if you've noticed, the first chapter of a story is usually the dullest because you have to set everything up. But don't worry; like I said, I've got some insane stuff planned for this story, so I hope you keep reading! And sorry if you think Max is OOC, but I tend to incorporate a little bit of me into my characters, just so I could make this story a little more me. Review please! Even if it's just so you can yell at me telling me how this story will be such a horrible fail because of how boring it is :[

luvvYa -*Mazy*-