So this is my first fanfiction and the only reason I am doing this is because my friend told me to. She started one too, her name is sapphire9941 and her fanfiction is called I met him in Detention. So yeah here it goes, it may be your typical maximum ride fanfiction, it will have lots of fax and stuff but there will be different characters and fax wont be at the beginning so yeah here it is!
~Chapter One~
My books spilled out of my locker, clattering to the floor. I hate first days, doesn't everyone? I crouched down to pick them up when someone kicked them farther out of my reach.
"Did the nerd lose her books, maybe she'll go home and cry to her computer," a high pitched nasally voice said. I looked up and saw, well not much, not much clothing at least. She was short, even with the three inch high heels she was wearing I was easily two or three inches taller than her. She had bright red hair that was tied into a side ponytail. She wore the shortest skirt I had ever seen, it was almost long enough to cover her mid thigh area, almost. Her shirt was only down to above her belly button and it was see through, and you could plainly see her black lacy bra. She had about a good four or five pounds of make-up on maybe more. She was definitely a slut, and the queen of the school. I picked up my books and started to walk away.
"Hey get back here, what makes you think you can just walk away from me!" she said flustered.
"Well it sure doesn't sound like you want to talk to me!" I snapped at her. She looked astounded when I said that. It seems no one wants to stand up to the queen bitch of the school.
"What did you just say?" she asked me in a bossy voice.
"I said that it sure sounded like you wanted me to go away," I said more quietly this time, I couldn't lose my temper again. Not on my first day in a new school.
"So, I want to talk to you, now," she said. A crowd had now gathered around us. People were watching in anticipation, expecting a fight.
"Well, I don't want to be late for class, i'm going to go now, bye!" I said in a rush and briskly started to walk away.
"I want to talk to you, so get back here, bitch!" she almost yelled although it sounded like a mouse squeaking. That was it. I slowly turned around to face her with a glare on my face. I wasn't even glaring full force and she flinched. Oh yeah I was good.
"Who said I wanted to talk to you?" I said in a deathly calm voice. She gulped but managed to blabber on with that freak voice, she should really get it fixed.
"Uh… I don't care what you want, I want to talk to you!" she tried saying but her voice was weak.
"Well, I really don't have time for people like you, so i'm leaving, bye!" I said and pushed my way out of the circle of people gathered around me. I was about five minutes late and my homeroom was all the way across campus.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I muttered under my breath. I started to walk faster, passing all the classrooms with teachers busy pestering the students who really don't like it here. The doors were all the same color. A pale brown color, with one rectangular window. The walls were a deep red color that would be nice if it weren't flaking everywhere. The red walls had one, ongoing gold stripe through it, our school colors. We were the Avondale Foxes. The floors were tiled, a color that used to be white, but now was a really ugly yellow color. The lockers were all a rusty orange color, that just didn't look right. Half of the lockers were broken anyway. All the colors blurred together as I ran faster. Room B21, B22, B23. Ugh I wasn't even close, my homeroom was D46. I started to sprint, because now I was ten minutes late. I was in the C's now, almost there. I was just getting into the D's when I collided into something pale. Whatever it, or who it was fell down, and I did to.
"Ouch," I said gathering my books quickly up and slipping them into my bag. I stood up and looked at who fell over. It was a kid my age. He was really pale, and his hair was a strawberry blonde, and it was cut short up to his ears. He had really pale blue eyes, that were a striking blue color.
"Jeez what are you a garbage truck, I feel like a pancake," he said rubbing his back, or at least trying to.
"Sorry, i'm late for homeroom," I explained quickly, helping him up.
"Oh thats cool, i'm Iggy, what homeroom are you in?" he asked me.
"I'm in room D46," I said.
"Cool. Me too. Let's go, what's your name by the way?" he asked.
"The names Maximum, but you can call me Max"
"Cool name, I like it, it has…Pizazz!" he said.
"Pizzaz?" I said questioningly.
"Yes, pizazz. Do you have a problem with that?" he asked fake mocking a hurt look.
"No, it's just that you have an interesting word choice," I said, well walking towards homeroom.
"Here it is, the wondrous room D46, home of the terrific Mr. Dumac!" he said like it was exciting.
" Well, here it goes," I said and walked into homeroom.