HEY GUYS It's Charity here (yes I know its Calamity's account). This is obviously a co-written story. So any way a few facts to clear up before I start the story… And hello there reader. It's Calamity, casually editing this one's work.

If either Calamity or I owned any part of Maximum Ride why would we be on Fan Fiction? So if we forget the disclaimer just remember that…

Max is not all bad-ass because she hasn't been through the average Avian-American life (you know the School etc.). I will try making her tomboy-ish but I'm bad at that so please bear with me.

If you hate the story STOP READING IT. I expected flames for my other stories but I rather like this story so don't be mean about the plot. Yeah if you have something against MY writing tell me… don't shout it or demand a chance just suggest it. And this, I agree with. Constructive criticism is encouraged however if your comment is designed to hurt, please refrain from commenting.
I don't think of Lissa as evil or even mean, but for the sake of the story she is, technically so is Max.

This isn't a stereotypical story so no 'There was something different about him' or 'I saw him and I knew I loved him'… but there is Fax… heaps of Fax!

Max, Iggy, Fang, Lissa are 16. Nudge and Ella are 15. Gazzy is 11 and Angel is 10. Also Sam, Dylan, Laura, Kate, Elise, Opal and Adrian = 16

And no I don't normally write big ANs but this is necessary.

ON WITH THE STORY…

(P.s check out our other co-written story about Kung Fu panda) Which is never gonna come cause I can't be bothered to write it just yet. But look out for it. It might casually pop up one day and you'll go, 'Oh look! Kung Fu Panda.'

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As the sun streamed through my window the light gently caressed my face awakening me from my light sleep… Oh who am I kidding it had taken way more than light to wake me up. Try hearing a loud alarm go on and on and said alarm annoying my sister so much that she stormed into my room and bashed me into waking up. Yeah, got to love my teenage live…

The name's, Max; Maximum Ride, call me Maxi, Max-ikins, or anything but Max and I will bash you up. And no that isn't a threat it's a warning, since I'm just that darn nice (note the sarcasm). I live in a house with my mother, Valencia Martinez, and my sister, Ella Martinez. Don't ask about my dad because he's dead… to me. And now you're wondering what is with the last name right? Well, I like it so it's Ride. Simple, huh? No I'm not going into details about where I live, because how am I supposes to know you're not pedo bear, all you need to know is that I live in a normal human world. No vampires, no faeries and definitely no faeries that pretend to be vampires (cough, cough Edward Cullen).

So before we even go there let me warn you about my school. It's, well, like a normal American school. You have your cool jocks, your lame jocks, your popular peppy girls, your lame peppy girls, your hot emos and goths, your lame emos and goths, your hot rebels, your lame rebels, your popular nerds, your lame nerds, your popular crazy girls, your lame crazy girls and lastly you have the weirdoes, the rejects and the miss-fits. I fall into the…

"Max, breakfast is ready". The smell of pancakes with blueberry jams filled my nose; the aroma making my steps faster. Okay I know that was oddly good writing in the gist of bad writing, but I'm trying okay. I give up; I'm not cut out to write awesome pieces of work so I'm going to keep to my casual style. Seeing good breakfast being ready downstairs meant I had to pick my outfit, and fast.

So when you look into your wardrobe you probably see a variety of coloured t-shirts, 2 good pairs of jeans, 2 decent pairs of shorts, an array of dresses or outfits for formal wear and a lot of different colours.
My wardrobe has none of that. I rely on a casual wardrobe with mostly black, grey and blue items, though you can spot a few of the purple shirts my mum and sister have forced upon me. I have a black pair of jeans, a dark blue pair of jeans and for dreaded moment a light blue pair of jeans. I have 15 tops, not counting my mums and sister 'presents', which are all black grey and blue. My variety of jackets includes 10 hoodies and 4 never worn jackets and cardigans (also a courtesy of my family). My choices of shoes are from 2 black converses, 2 grey converses, and a pair of knee high converses, a blue pair of converses and purple converses to match my mums and sisters tops. Off course purple isn't the only colour my family gifts me and there is an occasional dress or skirt given, but those are all probably in a mess somewhere.

After I got changed into my Grey top which said 'Muggle', my black jeans, with my awesome plain black hoodie and a pair of grey converses I headed down to breakfast. Brushing my hair would have to wait and so my bag. Luckily though, I was one of those people who have a bath at night so I could save time in mornings. Now I am aware there are people out there that have breakfast after they get ready but if there is something I love its food, especially mum's food.

"So Max, you ready for the first day of Year 11?" that was my sister, the ever happy Ella. She is a morning person, I really am not. And yes this is the same sister that woke me up in the morning by shaking me violently. And what as my so energetic response you ask… so I answer…

"Burgh" yep, I'm a zombie, didn't you know?

"I hear there is a new guy in your year this time… His names Nick or Fang I think"

And here ladies and gentlemen is where I do a spit take of my orange juice.

"FANG? Fang, like as in Hagrid's dog, Fang?"

"Um, yeah I know it's a weird name but chill out, jeez" and then she murmured "Harry Potter again"

"No. I mean it's a weird name for a person but… it's cool. Because, you know, HAGRID has a dog called FANG"

"Max, you know we're late right?"

"Oh, sorry" but truth be told lovely readers, I was not, cause if there is one thing I hate more than morning its school.

So after eating about 5 pancakes each and using up the entire maple syrup bottle between us we finally went on to resume getting ready. Well I did, Ella was doing some 'finishing touches' on her makeup as I tried to tame the bush on my head called hair. In the end I just put it up as a roughly made high ponytail because I couldn't be bothered doing anything else.

Now I was supposed to pack my bag but mum had done it for me, probably because she knew I would be running later than planned. My back pack was nothing special unless you counted having all the pictures on SpongeBob, Harry Potter, Phineas and Ferb, F.R.I.E., All American Rejects and all the other stuff I really like.

"Hey Max" a voice shouted across our big house. "I'm running really late because my mascara ran out and couldn't find the new one and… anyway could you drop me off?"

"You know I only have my bike right?" Okay so probably don't get why that's an issue so I'll just give you some background information. As sisters Ella and I love each other to pieces but there are some things that the other does which annoy us a lot. For me it's her makeup, I don't get the point of it at all. For her it's my 'rebel streak' as she calls it, so the fact that I ride a bike, wear hoodies etc.

"Oh, right, um, I'll catch the bus. Oh wait the bus is already gone."

"Well the next stop is just a few meters away so I could drop you off there…that's if you aren't still scared of the bike."

"I am NOT scared I just don't like it, I mean you're a girl drive a scooter.

"Whatever do you want a ride on not?"

"Fine"

So that my readers is how I ended up on my Suzuki GSX650F LAMS which I bought from my own salary with my terrified sister hugging me from the back, yeah aren't I lucky?

So instead of going into the ever wonderful story of a boring ride with Ella getting off on the bus stop and passing cars like you do on roads let me skip into the part where I have parked my bike and am entering the school… *weird freaky silvery air appears*

As soon as I stepped of my bike Opal and Iggy my two best friends popped out of nowhere- literally, so off course we walked into school together, with them on either side of me. From the corner of my eyes I saw the boys smile at me with what they thought was a charming smile and their girlfriends glaring at my retreating figure. I had no doubt that Iggy and Opal were glaring right back at everyone, and before any of you gross people get any thoughts they did this like FRIENDS do for the FRIENDS they like to protect. Are we clear? Good.

"Omigod red head alert 1 o'clock" Opal's voice brought me out of my thoughts. Red-head was our code name for Lissa. Now I had nothing against Lissa but seeing as she decided to hate me for no reason within my knowledge, I sort of disliked her. Alright so maybe I more than just sort of disliked her; I disliked her greatly what with her ignorant personality she had earned it. She was wearing a zebra shirt to day which had loose hanging sleeves with shorts, like short shorts.

"Hey Max, you look so cute in that outfit, just like my dog!" Oh did I forget to mention Lissa and I were both the schools popular girls, in fact no one knew who was more popular. Confused? Well, so was I when I realised I was popular I mean aren't cheerleaders with perfect hair and preppy attitudes supposed to be popular? Apparently I was the special case, threatening the school douche on the first day and being the only girl who rejected the senior hottie had somehow got me MORE un-wanted attention.

So anyway, Lissa was popular because of general reasons, and though my and her obliviously weren't on good terms, me and her had to seem nice unless we wanted to lose our titles. And though I couldn't care less about being popular, my sister forced me to keep it. All this though didn't stop up from chucking sentences with double meaning at each-other.

So now go back and read that sentences… did you get it? Yeah, she just compared me to a dog, her dog, her female dog…

Don't stress if you didn't get it I help you out next time and put the true meaning in after it. But right now I need to reply.

"And who would have known you could pulled off looking like a cow, I mean zebra," see what I did there. Lissa grimaces for a second but soon recovered like we had both learned to do.

"Oh, Max let me introduce you to my boyfriend Fang. He brought my flowers yesterday isn't that the cutest thing ever? Oh I wish you could find yourself a guy, then we could like double date." Meaning: You could never find yourself a guy.

And then Lissa called the hottest guy I had ever seen to her side… JUST KIDDING if the guy could date Lissa he was obliviously not my type, in fact he was the opposite.

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I hereby vouch to write up and upload a chapter at least every week and half unless I, Angel of Charity, have in advance notified my lovely readers.

I, Angel of Calamity, solemnly swear that I'm up to no good. I will update every week as well… in Fang's point of view. Yes, you heard right. Charity and I are writing this story together… and I'm doing Fang. Apparently I've got more experience.

So what did you think of the start? And are you curious of what Fang is thinking of?

If so, read on! And comment! That is, if you enjoyed it.

Charity, Calamity