Who'd Have Known?, a maximum ride fanfic

This is my first story, so critisism is welcome, but please NO flames.

Maximum Ride

Who'd Have Known?

Rated T for Teen drama *gasp!*, Language, Evil bitches, lyrics, evil jerks, and High school.

Maximum Ride is a 17 year old with wings. She and her little sister, Angel, escaped their abusive step-father Ter-Borchet and abusive mother Anne Walker. They performed countless unspeakable experaments upon the two, forcing them to go to school,
and to live in dog crates for the first five years of their lives. Now they're living on the streets, untill one day a stranger sees the two living in an vaccent warehouse and takes them to their house. Who is the stranger? How do they know their secret? Read to find out in...
WHO'D HAVE KNOWN!

3rd Person POV

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Goin' nowhere, goin' nowhere
Their tears are fillin' up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dyin'
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cause I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad world, mad world
Mad world, mad world

Children waitin' for the day they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sits and listen, sits and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson?
Look right through me, look right through me

Maximum Ride sang, strumming her beautifuly crafted acoustic guitar. Her voice sounding like bells atracted many by-standers in the local park of this upstate New York neighborhood. They all formed a bubble around the 17 year old girl, who was oddley beautiful for what they thought as homeless and dirty. The people all clapped, and threw their pocket change into her open velvet padded guitar case.

"Thank You," Max said while the crowed all left, returning back to their glamorous life, probably to never think about the girl sitting upon the fountain ledge, playing the guitar and singing from her soul.

Max threw her waist long, dirty blond hair into a messy bun and counted the bills and change found in her guitar's case.

$10 from yesterday, plus $20 from last week, and $20 from today equals $40.

"Yes!" Max said under her breath. She had 40 dollars to spend on whim. They were eating good tonight! She tied the bills together, and put the few loose quarters in her Goodwill sweatshirt pocket. Then her strong but delicate fingers put the one-of-a-kind guitar back into it's padded case.

She stood up, and as swift as she cpuld be, she ducked into the shadows, then the surrounding woods, all while tying her guitar case tightly to her back yet away from her shoulder blades. Through the visable slits in her sweatshirt, a pair of 14 foot wings with feathers that range from a dark to light brown and have white streaks across them came out and narrowly evaded the close knit trees. Then with a running start she flapped her wings and took off from the ground. In a matter of seconds she was at the height of which airplanes flew.

She then kicked into a hyper speed that only she possesed, ad was at her and her younger biological sister's vaccent warehouse.

"Angel! I"m home!" She called out, stepping into the warehouse, then locking the door behind her.

"Maxy!" Angel yelled and ran into Max's open waiting arms.