Guess What! I'm back! With a Vengeance!
Okay, not really, but whatever.
Welcome to my new story! After the success of my last story (well, I thought it was successful, it had 88 reviews), I'm back to write yet another Own Character story! Which is a bit coincidental, since I used to hate Own Character stories, and the first two proper fan fics I am writing are OC stories. It's just plain weird.
Sooo, anyway, for my last story, I did a disclaimer and a claimer for every, single chapter! Which basically got a bit annoying in the end. So here are my claimers for the WHOLE story!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or anything to do with it. Apart from my books. Which I bought…With my mum's money…
Claimer: I own the plot and my own characters, which you will meet soon!
Oh, BTW, this takes place a whole seventeen years after Max. Just letting you know. Okay, now that's out of the way, let's go!
3rd Person POV
It was a truly miserable day in late October when a cab drew up outside "Greenside orphanage for Girls" in New York City, and a girl got out and paid the driver.
She was about sixteen years old, but tall for her age, at least five foot ten. She was extremely pale, and had equally pale blonde hair that just touched her shoulders. Her name was Melodie. Her green eyes narrowed as she looked up at the tall building, a small line appearing on her forehead. She walked up the stone steps and pulled open the heavy brass door, before walking inside.
Inside the building, the walls and ceiling was grey. Staff milled around aimlessly, holding clipboards or medicine bottles, shouting every so often at one of the four year old girls who were drawing on the walls. Melodie ignored them all, walking to a sign on the west wall that had a large board over it. The banner spread across it said, "Greenside in the News." There was only one story under it.
'Baby Girl found on doorstep
A member of Greenside Orphanage for Girls support staff is recovering after opening the front door to find a young baby on the front steps of the entrance to the main building.
"All I remember is hearing crying from outside," Miss. Leanne Brey, twenty-four, said speaking to reporters yesterday, "And I wondered if maybe it was a street cat yowling or something. So I opened the door holding the broom, getting ready to shoo it away, and I find a little baby lying on the steps, wrapped in only one little blanket, simply screaming her head off! It was absolutely pouring with rain, so I brought her inside, and gave her some milk and some proper clothes. She must have been only a few days old. There was no one about at the time, and she was all wet. She must have been there for a good couple hours."
The mother of the baby is asked to come forward to collect the baby, who the Staff at the orphanage have temporarily named Melodie…'
"And yes, you need to take some medicine up to Elinor Shanks, she's still vomiting everywhere. And someone for goodness' sakes tell Gemma to stop drawing on the walls…"
Melodie turned around. There was a woman of about fifty walking towards her, yelling instructions over her shoulder. Then she turned to Melodie and said, "Hello…Miss. Can I help you with any thing?"
"Yes." Melodie didn't like the way the woman was staring at her. Like she recognized her. That was the last thing she wanted… Melodie pointed to the newspaper cutting on the board. "I was wondering if, if the girl still lives here." Of course, she already knew the answer to that.
"Nah." The woman said, absently shooing a kid away from her, "Adopted about five, six, years ago. She must be about sixteen now."
"And…And did anyone ever come for her? After she was adopted?"
"Nope. The mother obviously didn't want her. Probably a druggie… Probably had a one-night stand with a complete stranger and dumped the kid on the nearest doorstep. She was a strange little kid, she was… Adopted by a Mother Theresa type. Not a lot of the older children get adopted in here."
"Okay, thank you." Melodie said, trying to walk away. But the woman grabbed her arm and stared at her.
"Looked at lot like you, she did." She said, "She had your colour hair. And exactly your eyes."
"Yes, well, I really need to be going." Melodie said, pulling her hand away and walking as fast as she could without running to the heavy glass door, before pulling it open and almost running down the steps. She looked up, shielding her hand with her eyes, and saw a bird, like a hawk, flying in circles, probably searching for prey.
Flying.
Melodie gulped. She would be in serious trouble. But then she clenched her jaw and scowled. She had just had a major disappointment. Why shouldn't she? She walked a couple streets then went down a long, narrow alley. Making sure there was no one around to see her, she ran as fast as she could towards the wall at the end of the alley. Then, when she was about fifty metres away from actually hitting it, she leapt as high as she could into the air, snapped out her thirteen foot grey wings, and flew up, up, away from the city.
Oh, and by the way, I made up the name of the orphanage. I tried googling orphanages in New York, but I couldn't find anything. So yeah, I could claim for that. But I couldn't be bothered.
And yeah, the rest of the story will be in Melodie's POV. I just 3rd person POV would be good for the first chapter.
Next chapter coming soon! And in the meantime, R&R!
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