Summary: When Max moves all the way from Charlotte, Michigan to sunny south Florida, she doesn't know what to expect. Though, it certainly isn't a totally hot, yet amazingly stupid player that wants, no, needs to make her life a living hell. With the constant ups and downs of high school drama, how will Max cope? She finds herself a small, yet tight group of friends that are always there to help her deal. No wings. FAX.

A/N: Hello my dearest readers! This is my first fanfiction and I'm really excited to see how you guys like it. I hate it when people say "this is my first fanfiction so please no flames!" Flames are good things! They help you to realize what you need work on and criticism is something that every good writer needs to deal with. Now that that rant is out of my system! On with the story…

MPOV

Today was just like every other day. I was trying to listen to music in peace, my sister Ella was trying to bug the crap out of me, and my mother was trying to keep me from strangling her. The only difference was… we are in a moving truck driving halfway across the freaking country!

Sorry, you're probably all pretty confused write about now, so let me give you a bit of background.

My name is Maximum Ride, but please, call me Max. I am 16 and used to, as in yesterday, live in Charlotte. Charlotte is a tiny town in Michigan with that is open and happy. There is one McDonald's about an hour away and farmer's markets littering the streets. In downtown, you have a small movie theater and a shopping plaza where most teenagers spend Friday , my mother, and my sister, and our Great Dane, Magnolia that is 160 lb of pure love lived in a two story house with a basement and hundreds of acres of land. My favorite part about our house was the Mighty Thorn Apple, which is a leech infested creek about a ten minute walk from my old house. I loved it because of how absolutely beautiful it was. One time my sister and I were actually stupid enough to swim in it. That, my friends, is how we found out that it is leech infested.

My mother's name is Valencia Martinez and my sister's is Ella Martinez. You're probably all wondering why I have a different last name than theirs and it is because my dad passed away from cancer when I was very young and my mother remarried to Ella's dad when I was only one year old. They got pregnant with Ella right off the bat and then that good for nothing weiner walked out on us. So it's just me, my mom, my sister, and Magnolia.

Now that we are all caught up, I can tell you why we're moving. My mom was a very successful vet back in Michigan, which is why we have such a large house. Also my dad was a scientist working on some super secret weaponry for the government and when he died he left us a ton of money. Like billions. But my mom doesn't like going to over the top. She doesn't want anything to luxurious. Just a little extra than what we need. Anyway, we're moving because she has the chance to start her own business down in Florida. She also thinks we need a little change after all that's happened.

To tell you the truth, I'm not that upset about moving. I figure, a new start should be fun. Of course I'll miss the few friends that I have, but I think it'll be fun to live somewhere with big buildings and millions of people in one city. Also palm trees. I've never seen a palm tree in real life and that'll be cool.

-Time Skip-

24 exhausting hours later I find myself in the one and only beautiful Boca Raton, Florida. The Sunshine State. Did you know that in Spanish florida means the land of flowers? It would be more accurate for it to be called the land of sluts. I mean seriously, the amount of fabric that they are wearing shouldn't even be considered bathing suits. You'd think that they would have even an ounce of self respect, but I guess not. We haven't quite reached my house yet, meaning we're still in the car. Our house is on the beach with bit of private area behind it which will be nice for when I tan naked. I'm kidding! No need to get your panties all in a bunch. Anywho… Because we are still in the car, whenever a bikini clad skank walks past us, Magnolia goes insane. She starts barking like she wants to rip their heads off. Obviously I have raised her right. Whenever my baby barks at them they shoot us what I'm sure they think are death glares, but to be honest, they couldn't scare a fly.

Now that we are off of the highway, my darling sister (note the sarcasm) won't stop asking- "Mom, are we there yet?"

"No honey, we are not there yet, as I told you 10 seconds ago, and we will not be there for another five minutes, so hold you horses."

Well I guess they explained that one for me. So now imagine this same conversation going on for hours and hours on end. It is torture.

Three very loud minutes later we turn onto a street with plenty of gorgeous three story houses. They were a teensy bit too close together for my liking but, eh, what're you gonna do? We pulled into the driveway of one particularly gorgeous pastel yellow, Key West style house. I have got to say, most of these houses are nice, but the one in front of us surely takes the cake. The houses on either side of us are also quite a bit nicer than the others. The one to our right was a gorgeous pastel blue color with big coconut palms infront of it that made it even more obvious than it already was that we were in paradise. The one to our left was a very pale orange that was almost the color of coral.

As the truck slowly pulled to a stop, I couldn't help but stare up at our new house. I was finally pulled out of my trance-like state when Ella shoved me out of the car.

"Move it, it's boiling out here. I need sweet air conditioning!"

"Sorry" I mumbled, still not fully recovered from the shock of our house. Once I had finally realized what had happened, I got mad, like 'I'm going to punch her in the throat' mad. So I got up as fast as I could, shoving her down in the process (that's what you get, bitch), and ran to pick my room.

I ran up the stairs nearly tripping twice on each flight and picked the largest room with a balcony. The largest room itself didn't have a balcony and my mother had already claimed it as her territory. It doesn't matter though. I would have picked this room anyway. It was gorgeous. It had a giant in room bathroom with two sinks, a jet bath and a double shower. It also had an enormous walk in closet, though that didn't matter much to me. My favorite part about it though was the balcony. It was quite large and overlooked a pool. It also was straight across from another balcony. They were so close that I could see the design on the black curtains that hung on the other side of the double doors. That might get a bit annoying.

As of now my room is white, like a blank slate, with absolutely no furniture. I plan on painting it a deep purple on three of the four walls and paint the last gray with a sparkly overcoat so that it looks like silver. My goal for today, however, is to get my bed set up and all of my boxes into my room. I don't need to start actually unpacking until tomorrow, so let my procrastination powers take over!

After I got my bed set up and my boxes up all three flights of stairs with only minor injuries and a minimum amount of cursing, I decided to call it a day and even though it was only 2:00 in the afternoon, get some well needed rest. But just after I got comfortable, I heard my mom yell something about dinner with the neighbors and Ella came running into my bedroom with what looked to be a curling iron and make-up brushes. I am SO screwed!

A/N: Sooooooo… How'd you guys like it? I hope you liked it a lot because it was really fun for me to write. Next chapter, Max will meet Fang and Nudge and it will be in Fang's POV for most of it with maybe a little Max or even some Nudge and Ella. I have a pretty good idea of what all is gonna happen so please review and give me any and all advice you can. I can assure you that Fang is going to be a cocky asshole in the beginning so I hope you can suffer through it. I would like at least 5 reviews before I update again, but if that's to much then I'll just review when I get my next chance.

Question of the chapter: What's your favorite T.V. show?

Tata for now, FH.