Butterfly

My story

Ok, so where do I start with this? My name? Well, it's Alonna or if I like you, Butterfly. I'm sweetly seventeen and will show you every chance I get. I have the best friends in the world (try to argue with me if you want, you won't win so ha), along with the best boyfriend in the world (and again, you won't win). My very best friends, Trix and Roxy, are just as pleasantly insane as I am, and if you're truly brave, you'll stick around to see just what I mean. Um, what next? Oh ya, Trey! He is the (one…two…three… um) fifth most amazing thing in my life right now. I know that sounds terrible considering the fact that he is the love of my life, but I can't lie and it's not like he doesn't know. Family comes first and I did know Trix and Roxy before I met him (they'd kill me if I ever forgot about them.).

Anyway, I guess you're wondering, why the heck is this chick talking to me? Well, get ready, this is a good one. Wonder why my nickname is Butterfly? I bet you'll never guess. I'll give you a hint; it has nothing to do with my personality. Stumped? Good. That's the point. You're supposed to be. Well, I guess I've kept you in suspense long enough. See, I have this secret that's not much of a secret to the people that I named earlier. I can trust you, right? Well, if I can't then close this darn book. Haha, well if you're still reading, congratulations! This is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship, and no, I didn't forget that I still haven't shared my AMAZING little secret, but it's good that you're keeping up. My secret is………………… that……………………I………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………have………………………………………………………………………………………………………….wings. Don't believe me, then look at the cover. That's my picture on the front. Ya, that's not airbrushed, it's all me. As you can see, I don't have actual butterfly wings (they're more angelic) but that's the first thing that my mom thought of when she realized that those little white bumps on my back weren't really bumps. Of course, she had a heart attack first, but after that she was fine. Personally, I was happy. So I guess now you're thinking how was this amazing girl born with such breathtaking wings? Well, if I knew, I would tell you. I'm no doctor, and the one that we trust with my little secret is stumped. The only possible explanation that she can think of was that there was some strange mutation in my genes when I was born.

So no, I didn't wander into some chemical plant or get bitten by some radioactive parrot, we don't know what happened to me, but I'm not complaining. And I almost forgot my best quality. (Next to my wings of course) I can read minds. Another mind-boggling little feature product of the glorious mutation that took place when my mommy had me. This secret however, I only shared with my mom and my dad, right before he passed away (which is why I haven't mentioned him before now.). It's not really a topic that I like to talk about so I won't go into details. So I guess at this point you'd like to know how I kept this all a secret for my seventeen years of existence. Well, it's wasn't as hard as you would probably imagine. I can move my wings just as easily as I can move my ears (the ears took more practice than my wings did) It's all pretty simple. All I have to do is move 'em down, tuck 'em in, put on a shirt and there's no way of telling.

Of course, the shirts that I wear usually aren't very small. But back to the mind reading thing, I'm not a bad girl (usually). I don't use my gift very often, at least not anymore anyway. It didn't take long for me to understand how important privacy was. I didn't even know that I could read minds until I was seven. At first, it all sounded like millions of flies swarming my brain, but after a week of headaches, it all started to even out. I could pick out the voices that I wanted to hear. A few days later, I could control these voices whenever I wanted. My mom, Trix, Roxy, and Trey were my main exceptions when it came to how I often I listened in. Especially considering the fact that if I found out something important that I wasn't supposed to know, I wouldn't be able to explain myself. I didn't really have any reason to listen in on Trix and Roxy, they told me everything anyway, but I'll admit, I did listen to Trey when I first met him. It was thanks to this that we ended up dating in the first place. He thought a lot more than he spoke that day during our freshman year. We had bumped into each other and his mind was racing. I hadn't realized until that day that we actually had biology together, of course it was early in the year and I'm known for not being very observant. It really amazed me because seeing him in the hallway had left me speechless.

He was a little over six feet tall, it was obvious that he played a sport, most likely football; his hair was just as black as mine with a shag in the front, but what it was about him that had left me speechless was his eyes. They were (and still are, of course) the most amazing shade of sea blue that I have ever seen. They seemed unnatural and took a long time to get used to, but they were his natural color and he's never touched a contact in his life. Along with his eyes and thoughts, he wasn't bound to a single clique or an over inflated ego. He was wearing dark blue jeans that were baggy, but didn't sag; a long, plain black t-shirt; and most importantly, he had snakebites. (He had one lip ring on the left side of his bottom lip and another one on the right.)

Holy crap. I know I've seen her before. Was it Biology? It had to be. CRAP! I'm staring, I could at least apologize.

I smiled unintentionally as I listened to him mumble nervously inside his own mind. I apologized, trying to make him feel less uncomfortable, and walked on to my next class. The tone of his thoughts was enough to hold my attention. His way of thinking was different than most guys. By that point, I had never been more anxious for biology, only problem was that I didn't have it until last period. I kept listening (and smiling) as he cursed himself for not saying anything to me. Needless to say, we got to know each other and were 'together' less than a month later and here we are two years later. We celebrated our two year anniversary on his birthday (strange. I know) on March fifteenth.

My mom liked him enough to let him celebrate at our house, but the time after the celebration was definitely better than during. We went to the pond behind my house (my mom and I transformed it into a Zen garden.) to talk. Not only had that day been our two- year anniversary, and his seventeenth birthday, but also the one-year anniversary of the day that he found out what you know now. Surprisingly enough, he lasted a whole minute before passing out. So I guess at this point you know enough for me to start my story, right? Well, I'm gonna start it anyway.

A/N: ok, to be honest, i've never read any of the Maximum Ride stories but i had this story posted on another site and i was told that it started off very similar so i thought that that would be a good place to post it. i hope you like it! and i'll only know if you leave comments so please do