So this is my new story! I really hope you guys enjoy it.

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This is NOT a "flock forms a band" story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.

July 20

Ella's POV

"Ella Martinez! Out of bed, you're going to be late!"

That's me. Elle Martinez, also the girl who's being dragged out of bed.

"Ow! Max!" I scolded my older sister after she had finished laughing. I guess it's her nature – she's one year older than I am, after all.

"Sorry Ells, but mom's right. Your lesson is in five minutes." She took a glance at me, and snorted as she caught sight of my bed head. Unlike her, my hair doesn't look great when I roll out of bed, which is really ironic, considering she doesn't care about her hair at all.

The "lesson" she's referring to, are my drum lessons. When I was about three, my dad gave me a toy pair of drum sticks. I would hit anything with them, and I mean anything. The counters, the toilets, my sister's head. Dad would always laugh and smile whenever I hit something, and told me that it was beautiful, the clangs and abrupt noises I was making. But then he dstrated leaving every few months, then weeks, then days. Suddenly, we were only seeing him every few years, something little Max and I didn't understand. We would cry and ask for him at night, and mom would just hold us until we fell asleep. I missed his laugh, whenever I hit him with the pair of sticks by accident. I missed him.

When I was ten, though, mom told me that the drum sticks weren't toys. Dad had actually given me real ones, which explained why they were so long and on the heavy side.

He had given Max a little keyboard. She'd taken real lessons once he died, and she was old enough to know what middle c, flat and sharp meant. Max was six when she took lessons. She quit after level 7, so she had been thirteen.

I had been taking drum lessons since I've been six.

Sighing, I sat up, after laying down for a good while on the rough carpet. Groggily, I went to my closet. Max says I have too many clothes, but you can never ever have enough clothes! Scanning through my clothes quickly, I picked out a pair of white shorts and a ruffled purple tank top. Since it's the first week of July, it's really hot, and I need to comfortable, after all.

Now fully awake, I ran to the washroom and ran a brush through my hair. It's brown and boring, as opposed to my sister's naturally brown and sun streaked blonde locks. She has the looks and she doesn't even care!

I put a little mascara on and dashed down stairs. I normally would have looked up hair tutorials on YouTube on my iPhone, but I was already running late.

"Ella, you're already late." Mom chastised as we piled into the car. Max was going to hang out at her boyfriend Fang's house while I had my lesson.

We had to watch Max go next door and knock on the door. Fang opened the door. He picked her up and spun her around. I sighed audibly, wishing I could have someone like that.

"Nothing other than hugging!" Mom yelled as the door closed. She watched for a few seconds, as if she would be able to sense if they were doing anything more, then she drove away.

When we got to the place where my lessons were, Mom walked me to the desk in the front.

"Ella Martinez lesson at 10:00." I felt nervous. It was like a doctor's appointment.

"Ah yes. Hi Ella!" the receptionist, whose name is Shirley, doesn't look up from the computer screen. I look around and see she's on Facebook.

"You're ten minutes late." Shirley remarks. "I'm sure Alex won't mind, he's still with a new student."

"Have fun!" Mom kissed my forehead and walked out.

I waited in the chair right across from the door to the room with the drums. I could hear them going through beats and rhythms. The person in there sounded really good.

I got up and asked the receptionist if she could give me the boy's name.

"That's private info, young lady." She looks at me disapprovingly and goes back to computer screen, pushing the glasses resting on her nose further up. Now she's on YouTube. I know, because I can faintly hear Keyboard Cat.

I sat back in the chair and listened some more. The boy was amazing. I doubted he was new like Shirley said. He abruptly stopped playing, and it kinda caught me off guard.

I was about to pull out my iPhone and text my friend Nudge, when a flash of blonde, almost white, hair caught my eye.

It was the boy in the room. He was looking around the room casually as Alex was writing something. The boy looked straight at me and held my gaze for seconds. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Then he tore his gaze away and studiously looked down at his hands.

A few minutes later, he opened the door and walked out. He looked at me for a minute.. The amazing thing was the hue of his eyes was bright blue, then dark blue, then light blue in the course of a few seconds. The surprising thing is I find myself drawn to them. Which is weird because I have something against the colour blue. Everyone likes it, so I wanted to be the one that doesn't. I'm more of a purple person. But his eyes, they were captivating. All too soon, he looked away.

I went in to the room. I think Alex was asking me how school was and if I was enjoying my summer break. I think I said fine, but I was too distracted by the fact that the boy had obviously turned around and was seated in the chair I had just been occupying. He watched me for the first ten minutes, then got up and left.

A/N:

Hey! So it's me, DivergentNephil and this is my new story since Forgetting and Remembering.

B/N: Hi there! I'm Bubbles, as in Unicorns. Bubbles. AWESOMENESS.

I'm her ^^ beta xD

I hope you liked it, and review!