Chapter 1 (One bruised Rib)

Hey my name is Maximum Ride but you're only allowed to call me Max,got it? I'm 18 years old and 5'9 feet tall. Let's just get one thing cleared my life sucks. You're probably thinking Max stop exaggerating. The truth is I'm not. I'm abused and bulied. I don't talk to anyone except for Jeb. It's the people who bully me that also make me cut myself. It's my only escape from this misery. Okay enough about myself now let's get started with my life.

Max POV

BEEEEEEP BEEEEEEP BEEEE-I slam my hand on my alarm clock hoping it didn't wake up "my dad" Jeb. I quickly throw away my covers placing my feet against the cold hardwood floor. I stand up and start to stretch,wincing at my bruised rib,which I got from the beating last night. Quickly,I open the bathroom door,step inside turning the light and closing the door behind me. I quickly Undress myself,avoiding the mirror. I turn on the bath water,stepping inside getting ready for the first day of school. Back again with the cliché groups,jocks,nerds,goth etc. The usual. You're probably wondering which group I belong too. The truth is none,I'm not an A+ student so I'm out of the nerd group. I'm not a popular with their perfect boyfriends and fake ass friends. There isn't much of me,I'm a nobody, and my "dad" made sure I knew that by the age of 7.

I step out of the shower,wrapping a towel around myself. I grab my hairbrush and start brushing my hair,right away getting caught in tangles. I sigh and put my brush down,not caring how I look anymore. I open the bathroom door and step inside my little room. I dry myself off and put on some lotion. I put on some undergarments too. I walk over to my drawers,open them and pick out some soft black jeans,a gray T-shirt,and my usual black hoodie. I put those on and some black socks. I quickly go to my little closet and grab my maroon timber lands. They were a gift from my mom when I was younger she told me soon they will fit me and they did. I just love them,and the color, they're so comfy, and easy to run with. I go back to the restroom and apply foundation to the bruises I have on my face. I grab my dark maroon backpack,phone and headphones.

I open my bedroom door and step into the hallway. Immediately I am met with a punch to the stomach. I lean over in pain but let my face be emotionless not wanting to give Jeb that satisfaction of showing pain. Jeb slams me against the wall. He grabs my face and slams it against the wall. My vision grows fuzzy,fast.

"Where's my breakfast BITCH?!" Jeb yells.

"I haven't done it," I say quickly.

"Why not?" Jeb yells smacking me hard.

"It's the first day of school," I choke out holding my cheek. His eyes widen and he steps back.

"Put more concealer on that," screams Jeb and heads for his room,"and if you tell anyone I WILL kill you."

I quickly nod and go back to my bathroom. I look up at myself in the mirror, I already see the red hand shape mark on my cheek forming. Why does my life suck? Does the universe hate me? Ashamed of myself I reach down to my shoe that has my razor in it. I grip the blade tightly,bring it up and slowly lower it to the skin on my arm. I make the first cut,it stings but I continue to make the cuts and continue until my entire arm is drenched in blood,and the floor is flooded with the thick red liquid. Looking at myself in the mirror, I want to break it. I look disgusting. My arms are covered in thick white scars and newly healing ones.

I go over to the sink and turn on the cold water. I put both of my arms under the running water. The water slowly turns from clear to red to pink to clear again. I turn off the water and dry my arms off with an already bloody stained towel. I pull down my sleeves and make sure blood doesn't seep through.

I open my bathroom door and step out into my room then out into the hallway. I slowly walk down the stairs and into the kitchen. I make coffee and frozen waffles for Jeb. I grab a cereal bar for me, run out of hell that's my "home."

I grab my headphone from my back pocket,put them in my ears and put my phone on a random song. I open the front door and step outside into the misty warm air. These days are one of my favorite days. Gray skies,misty air,and warm weather. I start walking towards my bus stop. I already see the jocks and aluts in a big group sucking each others faces off. I roll my eyes,some people never change. I arrive some time later,keeping my distance from the groups. I look out at the distance already imagining the hell hole it's going to be at "school." That is until someone taps my shoulder. Guess bullying starts early this year. It's better facing it now than never,slowly I turn bracing myself for hit.

Instead I find myself facing a girl I have never seen before,she's short compared to my 5'9. She's mocha colored for an African American,has long frizzy hair held back with a diamond bow. She's wearing black short shorts,though they wouldn't go to the slutty category, with little pointy rhinestones at the pockets. She also has a short sleeved aqua blue see through shirt. The shirt is only tucked in the front but not in the back. While she's wearing 6 inch aqua blue pumps!. How can she walk?!

"Hi! My name is Monique but my friends call me Nudge! Oh I mean old friends. I just moved here from Arizona! ZOMG I love your shoes! You know not just anybody would wear those! What's your favorite color? Mine is Pink! But like not any kind of pink it has to be hot pink. I wonder why they call it that? I mean why Hot? It's not like cute-Hot or like cold and HOT. I guess it is since the color is sooo pretty! You wanna be friends? We could sleep over at each others houses and do makeovers!" Monique/Nudge says in one breathe smiling.I stare at her wide eyed. She can talk fast.

"It's okay if you don't want to. That's okay." Nudge says her face dropping. I don't say anything,just turn back around and try to ignore her confused stare.

Finally the bus pulls up to a stop at our bus stop. The jocks and sluts go in first smiling and pushing each other. Next go all the nerds,emos,etc. I'm last like always. I'm below everyone when it comes to popularity. I'm the outlast. Even the nerds have themselves,I have no one.

First chapter on this story. If you like please review. Thanks. I'll see you guys next time.