A/N: As you all know, three of my stories are going to be done in 13 days.

Max: In translation, this is your new story. Right?

Me: I love how you know me, Max.

Iggy: Yeah, and I hate how you still don't know me.

Me: I'm not getting you breakfast.

Iggy: What? Abomination!

Chapter 1

Max POV

Don't you just love it when you had this time that you really, really want to die, and it doesn't happen? And when you don't want to die, you die?

Don't you just love it?

Well, I feel like wanting to die right now.

Why, you ask. I answer.

I'm Maximum Ride. Daughter of the famous veterinarian surgeon, Valencia Martinez. Older sister of the flirtatious and pretty Ella and Nudge Martinez. And owner of Choco.

If you don't know who Choco is, he is my horse. My best friend, you could say.

Now, let me tell you the reason why I desperately want to die.

I'm 22 years old. I finished college. Now, my mom moved me here, in New York. She hoped I'll get to like New York, but that's where she's wrong. I hated it at the first glance.

Here's the twist.

Getting me to like New York was the other half of it.

The other half, is me . . . Finding a . . . What do you call it? Um . . . You know, the thing . . . A husband! There! I said it!

I'm not the kind of girl who giggle over a corny joke, told by a lame guy. I'm not the kind of girl who cry over a dead fly. I'm not the kind of girl who falls in love with a prince! I'm not that!

Maybe there are some benefits. You'll get to ride all you want. Buy all you want. Have kids - Oh, who am I kidding? I hate it! I don't want it!

Never have I wanted to get married, settle down, and have kids. NEVER. Mom should have chosen Ella to get a husband! She's twenty now! She has the marrying age!

OK, OK.

Breathe, breathe. Exhale, exhale. Breathe, breathe. Exhale, exhale.

FORGET ALL THIS CRAP! I CAN'T STAND IT! I HATE IT! I DON'T WANT TO GO TO THAT STUPID BALL AND WEAR THAT STUPID UGLY DRESS GOWN!

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

I hate balls and dresses. I've been to about a hundred balls. Trust me, I didn't enjoy any of them.

Now, I'm in the verge of ripping my hair off my scalp.

I can't go to that ball.

There's only one way to do it.

Die.

Yep, die.

That's why I asked you that question in the beginning.

I want to die right now. And I mean, ASAP.

They say, miracles happen, right?

Well, I want a MIRACLE to happen now!

But, that's not how life works, isn't it?

Some sales girl would say, "I'm sorry for your inconvenience. But we are out of stock of miracles right now. Come back, NEVER!" And just walk away.

Sigh.

Wait. I have another idea.

Since the ball is tomorrow, maybe I'll just have to pretend that I have a flu or something.

Yeah, like that would work. I already tried that on Mom several times, and all of them, I got busted.

So I just have to get myself sick.

But how?

Ooh! Mom said it was chilly today and that I can't go outside.

She never said I can't ride Choco!

So I put on my riding gear in just two minutes. I went to the stables quietly and put a saddle on Choco. As soon as I was done, I let him walk out of the stables. When we were a good one minute away from our house, I nudged Choco and he started running.

Aaaaahhhhh . . .

Sometimes, there are some things I like about New York. Like the fact that we live three miles from the woods.

And sometimes, I wish New York never existed.

Because when I went to the woods, I collided with a brick wall and broke my neck.

I hate it when you die at the wrong time. Especially if you don't want to.

A/N: This is a short chapter, I know. But, I want it that way because the next chapter is longer. (I hope.)

Max: Do you really need to let me die there? This is only the first chapter!

Me: Max, Max, Max. Don't worry. I have it under control.

Max: I died in this chapter! How can you?

Iggy: (ignores Max's complaints and whines) RnR?