A Maximum Ride story. i own nothing of MR. That's alllll JP;) Chapter 1. i hope you like it!!!
Beep beep, beep, beep!! I woke up to the sound of my extremely annoying alarm clock. Not to self: Crush alarm clock. Well I'm not going to start from the beginning because that would take too long, so I'll be nice and give you a quick recap. My name's Max. I live with my mom and my half sister, Ella. And then there's my flock. Yes I said flock I'll get to that in a second. Like I said, I'm Max I'm 14 (the oldest/leader) and there's Nudge who's 11. If she couldn't fight like warrior I'd say she's a total diva. Then there's Iggy who's 14 and blind but can cook like nobodies business. And my baby, Angel. She's just about the smartest 6 year old I've ever met…not that I've known so many 6 year olds in my sorry life but I'm sure she's the smartest.
Anyways! Angel is..special you could say. Just don't try to hide anything from her. She can read minds and project thoughts. Yes, I know what your thinking; if that's what special means these days the word should be banned from existence. Naww she's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. She's my baby. Gazzy, my little 8 year old expert bomb maker. This little boy can make an explosion from almost anything. Not that I encourage him, quite the opposite. But, what can I say?…it's his passion. That and contaminating the air with his deadly stink.(hence the name Gazzy) And then there's Fang. Second in command but takes first place in being a pain in my butt. But he's my right hand man and I don't know how many times the younger kids lives would have been threatened if he wasn't around to keep me in check. Oh and I can't forget Angel's talking dog ( yes talking), Total. A black Scottie who is veryyy opinionated if you ask me. Oh, yes. The flock part. Well you see we have wings. Now I could go all the way back and tell you how THAT insanity happened but that wouldn't be a quick recap, now would it? Back to reality.
"ugh" I sighed and rolled over to put a hasty hand on the alarm to try to cherish the few moments I have of silence in the morning. Because I was 99% positive that Ella would be up and jumping on me in about 5,4,3,2.. "MAX!" "MAX!" "wake up!" I groaned. There was just never enough sleep to satisfy a tired bird kid these days, were there? "max? do want me to get the bucket?" she asked with a hint of annoyance. " No, no. I'm up. Promise." "Thought so. Breakfast in 10, I'll wake the others!" She skipped-no, bounced- out of the room. With an inward sigh I decided I'd better get up. One reason because I don't like cold breakfast and two, well, I don't like the bucket much either. I stood, stretched, and walked over to my dresser to stare in the mirror. What stared back at me was a tall, brown eyed girl with long blond hair and freckles on her face. I looked at my hair and grimaced. It's been a year since we've actually started living like humans and I'm still not used to this whole taking-car-of-your-appearance, thing. I grabbed a brush and pulled until it was smooth, and glossy looking. I picked up a pear of gray sweats, and a blue camisole. And with one last look in the mirror, started down stairs for breakfast.