AN: Hey guys, ILuvMyFangPlushie here. I have been going on fanfiction for a while but I finally made an account. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you guys like it. So, I have searched fanfiction and I have realized that there is not even a single writer has thought of writing the Maximum Ride story in Gazzy's POV. Gazzy is awesome so I do not really understand why this is the case but I will try my best to write it in the style of an eight year old.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does, because lets face it, I can not write like him even if I tried.
Normally I believe that all of those stories with the long intros explaining the characters and everything in fanfictions are rediculous. I mean, why would someone read a Maximum Ride fanfic in the first place if they have not read the actual book? But since I want to write this story in the format of the book, I will be starting with said long intro since Max does. So if you do not feel like reading the intro please skip the first paragraph. Thank you and I hope you enjoy the story.
Into The Mind of the Adorable Gasman
Hey guys, let me introduce you to my crazy, sucky but also awesome life. My name is the Gasman. People also know me as Gazzy. Can you guess why? I am eight years old. At least I think so. No one in the family actually knows our real birthdays. You see, I am not like regular kids my age and my family is pretty special too. I live with five other people in a house that looks like the letter E turned so it is on its side standing on stilts hanging over a canyon. I have to say that it's pretty cool. Just like us. Let me tell you about my family. First is Max. She is like the mom. She takes care of us, makes sure we are okay, hands out punishments (ughh), and other motherly things. Then there is Fang. He is like the dad of the family. He is tall, dark, and silent. We all know that one day those two, meaning Max and Fang, will get together. Even I can see that; they're are just to stubborn to realize it yet. Iggy is like my awesome older brother who doubles as my teacher in all things that go BOOM. Hahaha. Did I mention he is blind? Well he is, but that does not mean he is helpless. He is so good at being blind that sometimes we forget that he is. Sometimes we move around the furniture just to watch him run into things. Its kind of funny. All three of them are fourteen, practically ancient. Then there is Nudge. She is eleven and like my big mocha skinned sister. She talks and she talk and she talks. She loves fashion and sparkly things. Last but not least, is my little sister Angel. She is the only one who is actually related to me and I am really glad to have her as my sister, not that she will ever know that. She is six years old and loves stuffed animals. Seem normal enough yet? Let me get to the fun part. I mentioned at the beginnining that my family is kind of special. Well, sticking out of my back, along with everyone else in the flock, are giant pairs of wings. Yup, wings. You see, we were not born like regular babies are. We are test tube babies, born in a lab and kept in cages, where these mean scientists use us as lab rats and experiments, in this evil place called the school. They somehow put bird DNA into us so now we are part bird. Thats where the wings come from and why we decide to call ourselves the flock. They are not all bad. Fours years ago, one of the nice scientists named Jeb took us out of the school and packed us away into this awesome house. Two years ago Jeb disappeared and we think that he is dead. This is my life. I hope you enjoy it.
It was a normal day in the E shaped house. I shuffle into the kitchen to find that Max is already awake I mutter "mornin' Max" because of course I was still sleepy. Being the motherly figure that she is she rubs my back and kisses my head telling me morning. Geez, I am hungery now. "What's for breakfast?," I asked her.
"Um, it's a surprise," said Max. Meaning she has no idea and I might as well wait for Iggy. He might be blind but the dude can cook. A LOT better than Max's cooking I might add. Heck everyone cooks better than Max. You can not even imagine the nasty stuff she's tried to make us. It'd make even me want to puke. No offense to Max of course.
"I'll pour juice," I offered. See? I can be sweet when i wanna be.
Then out walks Iggy. Yeah! Finally, I was getting hungery. "Hey, Ig, rise and shine," greets Max.
"Bite me," mumbles a sleepy him. Oh gosh, that'd be so cool to get shaved onto my head! I'll ask Max if the time ever comes.
"Fine, miss breakfast," replies Max, while she looks into the fridge hoping for food to appear when Fang walks up silently as alway behind her and breathes down her neck. "Will you QUIT that?" she asked him.
"Quit what? Breathing?" says Fang.
"You know what," replies Max kinda defeated. See? Perfect for each other.
Iggy gets up and announces "I'll make eggs." Yes! FOOD! Took him long enough. What? I am a big, tough boy and big, tough boys need their food.
Max tells Fang to set table and that she'll wake up Nudge and Angel. Might as well make the most out of the peace and quiet as much as we can, because it's gonna end in a couple of minutes.
Then walks in the girls. Yup, no more peaceful quietness and now I have to watch what I think, because guess what? Angel can read minds. Freaked out by our weird little flock yet? Iggy finally finishes cooking and sets out the giant plate of scrambled eggs. "Dig in guys," says Iggy.
"Yeah!" says no one other than me. Duh, I'm just hungery like that.
AN: Hey guys, hope you liked the first chapter. Please tell me what you think, I would really appreciate it.