Chapter 1- Moving
Let's start with some introductions, my name is Maximum Ride, I am 16, I live with my sister Ella who's 15, and my mom Valencia Martinez. My father is Jeb. I refuse to call him dad after he cheated on my mom with a 20 year old prostitute. More on that later. Currently we are driving to our new home. Some place up in Alberta. You heard me, Alberta. Alberta as in Canada, Canada as in maple syrup and moose. Mom got a good job as a vet and will be hopefully raking in the cash. What do I have to complain about? Other than getting taken away from my friends and my life in Arizona of course. That was sarcasm if you didn't notice.
My IPod had died early on in the trip so I had to entertain myself by banging my head against the window and counting the seconds until we got to our new home. What can I say, small minds are easily amused. Yes I am aware that I just insulted myself. Moving on... when we arrived at our new house all I could think of was WOW!
Bad Max, you're not supposed to like it here.
But the house is amazing, or as Ella would say OMG totes amazeballs
You're supposed to be mad that you had to move
That doesn't change the fact that the house is extremely cool
Ignoring my argument with my inner voice of reason and logic I continued to drool over the house. The house had three stories plus a basement and it had a huge-ass yard (pardon my profanity). I was startled out of my admiring by my mom's voice saying,
"Go check out your rooms' girls. Max you're on the top floor, Ella you get the second."
Immediately I raced through the front door, not even bothering to kick off my converse. The third floor was one big room with half of the floor elevated sort of like an indoor patio thingy. Needless to say it was awesome. The walls were a dull grayish color (I planned to change that) and one whole wall was completely windows that offered an amazing view. As I explored my room I found a bathroom, it wasn't extravagantly amazing just average, but the rest of the room made up for it. After I finished admiring my room I hopped down the stairs to look at Ella's. Her room wasn't as big a mine but she had a humongous walk in closet and she had a king sized bathroom with a Jacuzzi bathtub. She was practically salivating over it.
"Come on slobberfest, let's go help mom," I said. She stuck her tongue out at me before flouncing out of the room dramatically. I laughed and thought, Gotta love a dramatic exit before following her downstairs.
Mom had unpacked all of the boxes that had Kitchen written on them haphazardly in my writing and already had a batch of chocolate chip cookies in the oven. How she made them so fast I'll never know, her cooking skills definitely hadn't been passed down to me I can tell you that for sure. I managed to start a fire in our old house cooking pizza pockets in the microwave. At the thought of our old house and Arizona it finally hit me that I'm going to be the new kid, starting a new life, in a new place at a new school. Shake it off Max. Look on the bright side maybe you won't get suspended for fighting at your new school. The dinging of the oven broke me out of my thoughts about school and I leapt up with excitement. Not even waiting for my mom to remove the cookies from the pan I grabbed one and shoved it in my mouth burning my fingers and tongue in the process.
If somebody ever wanted to pick me up off the side of the road in a white van all they would have to do is offer me cookies and I'd be a goner. I gobbled up eight more cookies and bounded up the stairs while juggling boxes of my stuff as Ella complained about there not being any cookies left. I hid all of my fears about the new school behind a mask of happiness.
Maximum ride is not afraid of a new school.
End of chapter