So hey guys I'm still going to write my other story I'm just bored and too lazy to connect my internet to see what I wrote there so I think I'm just going to write a new story... So yeah.

Max-14

Fang-14

Iggy-14

Nudge-11

Gazzy-8

Angel-6

Summary- What happens when Max is taken away from her friends, her parents, and who she thinks she loves and thrust into a world of danger and love... FAX(:

Chapter 1:

I woke up in my cozy old room, smiling as I gazed at the picture of Sam and I. He was the perfect boyfriend who loves me and I love him back. I couldn't wait to see him today at school.

"Ugh..." I groaned when I saw that it was six in the morning. Then I smiled when I heard my home phone go off, meaning Sam was giving me his usual wake up call. But when I saw that it wasn't him calling, my smile faltered.

I answered it and said, "Hello?"

"Maximum Ride?" a male voice asked me.

"Uh, yeah." I was beginning to hate this conversation.

"I'm so sorry, but..."

Tears started streaming down my face as he told me my parents had died in a terrible accident last night when they were coming home from their evening alone. What was I gonna do?

"You realize, miss, that you'll have to be put into foster care?"

"No!" I said, unbelieving.

I spent the next couple of days saying goodbye to Sam and my friends. I really didn't want to say goodbye to any of them. I don't like the fact that I bawled my head off.

I was told that I was moving to Arizona. I was gonna miss the beach and my Sam and my friends and everything! Why did I have to move into a foster home? At least I didn't have to go to an orphanage.

I left for Avondale, Arizona three days after I got that call. A woman named Valencia Martinez picked me up. She had a warm personality, brown hair, chocolate brown that looked exceptionally like mine, and was Latino.

"Hi, Max." She said warmly with a smile. I couldn't help but smile back.

We spent the two hour car ride in almost silence. She told me that she was a veterinarian We finally made it to her house. It was a nice warm color. I might like it a little here. I'll still long to go back to Sam. I grabbed my stuff and Dr. Martinez directed me to my room and told me to come back down after I dumped my stuff.

I walked in my room and stopped dead in my tracks. It was perfect. The walls were purple and black and perfect. I dropped my stuff on the bed and walked back downstairs.

When I made it to the living room, I was surprised to see two kids waiting with Dr. Martinez.

The oldest was a boy who looked like he was my age with strawberry blonde hair and pale skin. His eyes were a light blue and were slightly glazed over and he was looking just a tad bit over my shoulder.

The other kid was a girl who looked to be about twelve with the same brown hair, brown eyes, and Latino skin as her mother.

"Max, this is James-"

"It's Iggy, mom." James-or Iggy- said, cutting her off.

"Fine, Max, this is Iggy and Ella," She said. "Iggy, Ella, this is Max."

"Hi." I said simply.

Ella's face didn't change, she was already smiling. Iggy's face turned confused.

"I thought you were supposed to be a guy!" Iggy exclaimed. Ella promptly elbowed his side.

"He's blind, and Max is usually a guy's name." Dr. Martinez said.

"Oh, it's alright." I said, meaning it. It wasn't the fist time somebody thought I was a guy because of my name. Truth be told, I liked confusing people, it was fun.

I settled in nicely, I think. I went to school the next morning, not expecting what happened.