My first attempt at a Maximum Ride Fanfiction. Be as harsh as you can. I'm a big girl. I can handle it. This is not my best work. I was thinking of putting my best work up here but I plan to publish it... Sooooooooooo... oh, one more thing, I'm from Jamaica so I use lots of UK spelling.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Maximum Ride. I wish I did, but sadly, I don't. And, then again, maybe that's a good thing

MAX P.O.V

"I don't want to go!" I screamed at my mother, Valencia Martinez, for the sixty-third time. (Yes, I'm keeping count. So what?)

"I know you don't, Hun. But there's no choice right now," my mother said, loading our luggage in the car.

"What about Dad?"I asked.

I watched as my mother's face darkened when I mentioned my father. It always did.

"I already told you, Sweetie. Your Dad's really busy. He won't have time for a sixteen-year-old girl. Now, c'mon. Get in the car."

"C'mon, Max!"my fifteen-year-old sister, Ella, whined.

I got in the car reluctantly, sulking all the way from Phoenix to California.

"We're here," Mom said.

We were parked outside a white two-storey house. It looked like something out of a real estate magazine. Brightly coloured flowers flanked the driveway. There was a huge Maple tree with a tyre swing on it and a huge green lawn. It was pretty, but I was determined not to like anything here.

I carried my clothes and other cosmetics upstairs. I was about to wonder which of the three pristine white doors would open to my room, when I saw that the one furthest from the stair way had,"MAX'S ROOM. DEATH TO ALL TRESPASSERS" printed on it in red paint-just like my old room door.

I walked to my room and pushed the door open. There was a four-poster bed, spread with my favourite customized comforter set. It was white, with my name, Maximum Ride, written in different colours, with wings sprouting from the 'M' and the "R." There was also a walk in closet, a white chest of drawers, a flat screen TV with my DVD player already hooked up and all my video games. I also had a bookcase with all my books and my laptop desk and chair. It was just like my old room back home.

After unpacking my stuff, I went downstairs to Mom.

"Hey, Max," Mom called. "Come help me out in the kitchen."

"Coming," I called, walking in the kitchen.

As we unpacked the stuff that should have been in the kitchen, I apologized to my mom about my behaviour in relation to the move.

"It's ok, Max. I know you're tired of moving. That's why I think you'll be happy to know that the Veterinary Committee has decided that this move will be the last one," my mom told me with a smile.

"Are you serious?" I cried

"Yes," Mom replied.

Omigosh, omigosh, omigosh," I squealed, enveloping my mother in a ferocious bear hug.

My mom worked as a vet at Vets R Us- I know, crappy name. She was a really good vet, so they kept transferring her. One year is the longest we've ever stayed in one area. That was last year. I went to Jacksonville High. I was best friends with J.J, had the best boyfriend ever, Sam, and was an honour roll student. Then we had to move. Sam and I broke up because of the whole long distance thing.

Moves always ruined my life. To be told that I'd never move again, that was a huge relief.

"I knew you'd like that," My mother said, pressing her cheek into my hair. I could hear the smile in her voice. "One more thing. I'd be more than happy to drive you to visit your friends in Phoenix whenever you like."

"You're kidding, right?" I asked.

"Nope, I'm serious."

I hugged her tighter. "I love you, Mom"

"I love you too, Sweetie. Now go upstairs and get Ella."

"What's for dinner?" I asked as I pulled away from my mother.

"I ordered Chinese food. It should be here in a couple of minutes."

"Alright!" I shouted, pumping my fist in the air. I kissed my mom on the cheek and dashed upstairs. "Ella!" I called after I had washed up. "Dinner!"

Ella and I were nothing alike, and when I say nothing, I mean NOTHING.

For starters, we didn't have the same last name. After our parents had split, she changed her last name to my mom's, whereas I kept my dad's. She had the Hispanic features of my mother- thick dark hair, huge chocolate brown eyes, and flawless naturally tanned skin. I had hair darker than blond but lighter than brown, ordinary brown eyes and flawless lightly tanned skin. She was all into boys and fashion, and spent at least half-an-hour every evening picking out her top for the next day. I spent five minutes every morning picking out an entire outfit. Do you see the similarities?

"Hey, Max?" Ella called, walking out of her room.

"What's up?"

"Can I pick out your outfit tomorrow?" she pleaded. "Hair and make-up included."

Reluctance must have shown in my face, because Ella went into full-blown plead mode.

"Please, Max. It's the first day of school, and I really want to do it. Please," she ended, throwing in Bambi eyes for good measure.

"Fine," I agreed. Curse her and those Bambi Eyes.

"Thank you," she squealed, hugging me tightly before bounding lightly down the stairs. I rolled my eyes and followed her downstairs.

Ok. There. My first Maximum Ride chapter. Man, it feels so weird not writing my own characters. Anyhow... Review please...

$h w+y'$ OUT!