Hey… I've had this idea for a while but never got around to writing it, so… yeah. I need to write a story other than Maximum Ride so I don't look totally obsessed with it. (7 stories, all about Maximum Ride!) But then again, I was looking around fanfiction and found a guy who wrote 70 stories, all for Foster Home for Imaginary Friends.

Disclaimer- I do not own Maximum Ride

Claimer- I do own this plot line and idea.

Max POV

I watched the news as they talked about 'the Biggest Case ever'. According to the channel 7, Mary 'the Director' Lenovo was being charged for crimes against humanity. She supposedly committed Crimes Against Humanity, leading experimenting on embryos and infants.

Mary Lenovo was the top boss at an experimentation facility that combined human DNA with the DNA of other creatures like cats and wolves.

The TV said that choosing the jury was currently in progress, and the letters were being sent out. When they said letters it reminded me that I had to go downstairs and check if I had any mail.

I went to the first floor of my apartment and walked to the mail area. I pulled out the key to my box and opened it. There was a letter from my mom, and some other stuff I didn't know what it was. Probably junk mail.

I threw the mail on the kitchen table and opened the letter from my mom.

Hi Max,

How is life since you finished college? Do you have a job yet? Have you heard about Mary Lenovo's case? I wonder what kind of messed up person experiments on children…

Oh, and here's fifty bucks for something fun.

XOXO Mom

I smiled and shook my head. Mom always knew how to cheer me up.

Mom,

Hey, since you know my address you know I have an apartment. Life's okay. No, I don't have a job yet, but I've applied for a few. Yeah, I was just watching the news about the case, and I don't know either. And thanks for the money.

Love Ya!
-Max

p.s. how's Ella?

I opened the next letter. It looked strangely official for a bill or junk mail.

Maximum Ride,

You have been summoned for jury duty on August 30th, 2011 on the Mary Lenovo case. Report to La Paz County courthouse in Arizona, this is required. Do not discuss this case and do not tell anyone you are on the jury. You must be there by 4 pm sharp.

-The United States Government.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. I did NOT want to attend jury duty. But then, it was required. I used the fifty bucks my mom gave me, and bought a Visa gift card at Wal-Mart, and booked a train ticket from here (Denver, Colorado) to Arizona.

++++one week later++++

I took my suitcase and boarded the train; glad I splurged a little and bought a window seat. The train was so freaking small! I was already feeling my claustrophobia creeping up on me. The train was going to Phoenix, and then I would take a bus to La Paz County.

I got off the train and boarded the bus, sitting next to a preppy girl. She started talking to me at a mile a minute. "Hi I'm Monique but you can call me Nudge why are you going to La Paz I can't tell you why I am but what about you?"

I just yelled, "Stranger danger!" and moved a few seats back to sit next to this old guy wearing a tuxedo.

++++an appropriate amount of time later++++

We arrived at our stop and I think Nudge was following me, because she was walking the exact same streets as me to get to the courthouse. I walked in and recognized this sea of depression and boredom: the jury pull.

I sat between a goth guy and a really pale guy. Some guy walked in. "We have selected forty of you to be eligible for the jury in the court case of Mary Lenovo. We will interview each one of you.

"Glen Bishop, age thirty seven" the man called. A guy who I guessed was Glen walked up. We all had to give reasons why we couldn't be a part of the jury. Glen was immediately excused because they checked it out and Mary was a close friend of his parents.

"Nick Benevento, age twenty five" the man said, and the gothic guy stood up. He just shrugged at all the questions the man asked, apparently not caring whether he had to stay or not.

I was getting so bored, the guy kept calling names. Monique/Nudge was apparently supposed to be here, and wasn't actually stalking me. She sat in the same place as that gothic Nick guy. The pale guy who was sitting next to me also was over there. Apparently his name was Igor. All three of them were within a two year radius of my age.

"Maximum Ride, age twenty four" he said, and I walked over. "What is your income situation currently?"

"Unemployed," I answered.

"Is there any reason we shouldn't put you on the jury?"

I tried to think of something fast. I thought about saying I was a pole dancer, but I had just said I was unemployed. "No, I guess not."

He waved me over to where Nudge and others sat. I decided to sit next to Nudge since at least I talked to her before.

++++a few long hours pass++++

The guy had decided, out of the twenty of us over here, which would be on the jury for the case.

"Okay, and the jury will consist of Nick Benevento, Jeb Batchelder, Ariel Thompson, Maximum Ride, Igor Barns (I made his name Igor because all of the other nicknames have a meaning, but Iggy's doesn't and Igor is actually a name and Iggy could easily be a nickname for it), Dylan Ferrell, Monique Harvey, Lissa Ridley, Zephyr Jones, Hans Gunter Hagen, Samuel Webster, and Brigid Dwyer."

Everyone whose name was called stood up, and the people who hadn't gotten called cheered, glad to be off the hook.

I flipped them off as they walked out and scowled at the ground.

The guy whose name I still don't know looked at us. "You are not free to speak of the case, but we would like you all to get to know each other so there are no problems on court day."

In the end of the whole socializing thing, I had a pretty good idea on what kind of person each person was.

Jeb seemed like one of those guys to be wary of, like he's always working a different angle.

Hansy seemed like he was used to being in control and was like Jeb.

Nick was quiet and tried to fade into the background a lot. He also liked being called Fang.

Igor was strange but fun, and he and I had hit it off. He liked to be called Iggy. I wondered what was up with all of the weird names. But if I had to choose Iggy or Igor, it would be Iggy every time.

Monique was loud and proud, but also sweet. Like she told me, she liked being called Nudge.

Zephyr was two years younger than me and was nice. He liked to be called the Gasman or Gazzy.

Ariel was the same age as Gazzy. She was so adorable, but mature looking. Something told me she would be the one basically making the decision, because who could say no to a face like that… unless she said innocent. She liked to be called Angel.

Lissa was annoying. That's all I'm going to say.

Sam seemed nice enough, but not the type of person I'd want to hang out with a lot.

Dylan was a little clingy for my taste, and I think he already had a crush on me.

Brigid was following Fang around like a puppy dog, even though she was six years older. She was… well… a bimbo.

And you know who I am.

I think the trial isn't going to be the only drama in this group…

This story will probably be only around five chapters, just something I thought up. Tell me, do you want Eggy or Niggy? If you want Eggy, do you want Nazzy?