One
'Sup? I'm Maximum Ride, your average every day teenage girl who just so happens to be in high school. I don't really like to talk about myself but to clarify I am sixteen years old living in Hardwick, Vermont. I have dirty blond hair with natural blond and red streaks in it- yes it's natural, I did NOT get it done by some hair stylist- and brown eyes. Ever since I was little my mother said I had a talent for music, and so she got me guitar lessons. My dad even bought me two guitars for my seventh birthday, one electric and one acoustic. When I turned ten I started to write my own songs. They were all based on how I felt and my heart was put into every note.
My writing and playing became an every day routine along with school and the like. I didn't have many friends but everyone knew of me at school. After all my family was the richest in our small city. I didn't love the attention as much as my sister Ella. She loved it. Like REALLY loved it. She had even started dating this really nice guy named Iggy.
BEEP BEEP BEEP... My alarm went off at six in the morning like every day. I slammed my hand down on top of it, turning it off. Slowly I got out of bed, trudged into my bathroom, and straight back out after seeing myself in the mirror.
"Might as well get breakfast first."She mumbled to herself. So I walked down the stairs to my kitchen where Ella was pouring cereal after being up for an hour just to do her hair and picking out an outfit for the day.
"MAX you look terrible! Don't tell me that you are going in that to your first day of school."
"Ella," I said grabbing the bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch that she poured for me, "I still haven't changed yet." I started eating before she could say anything because I knew that she would tell me to go get ready before I ate.
"Max!" she groaned, I gave her a look and she said nothing else. I heard someone come down the stairs and turned around to see my father, Jeb, coming down in his pj's.
"Morning dad!" Ella and I said in harmony, smiling like life was the bomb.
I walked to the the car with my sister since dad said he would drive us to school. Hopping in the front seat, Ella in the back, dad set off. We arrived at school ten minutes later and I hopped out going to my first class of Sophomore year.
The day passed like it wasn't even there and I was the first outside when the bell rang. I spotted Ella with Iggy and waved her over to the meeting spot where dad said he would pick us up. Ella glared at me from a distance, but said goodbye to Iggy and walked over.
"You always ruin my fun, jerk." she said when she reached me.
"You're welcome." I said sarcastically making her- wait for it- punch me... Wait, what?
I looked at her and she glared at me like I was the spawn of the devil and yet still her sister.
"What the fuck was that for?" I yelled at her drawing a few eyes from the crowd of leaving kids.
"You have been so selfish and so... un-Max like ever since dad got remarried!" she said with tears in her eyes. I just stared at her dumbfounded.
"He got a divorce from her though..." I said hesitantly not knowing if it would change my situation.
It didn't.
Ella looked at me in disgust and I turned away from her walking down the sidewalk. Ella would know that I would be walking home and would tell dad. Ella hadn't one of her outbursts in years. Not since dad had gotten remarried. Our step-mother was a bitch though, only marring dad for his money and good claims to famous people. She had been so nice to my dad having him fall in love with her, but when he wasn't looking she would tell me and my sister that we were trash and we wouldn't get any of the money that my father had.
I hated that woman. Even more so I hated her daughter, Lissa.
I reached home and walked in the door, and not seeing dad or Ella home I guessed that dad had taken Ells somewhere to cheer her up. He would probably bring me a new guitar strap or something knowing that I would be upset too.
I walked up to my room and throwing my backpack at the bottom of the stairs. I went straight for my guitars. I picked up the acoustic and started strumming out the cords to my favorite song, Viva la Vida by Coldplay.
About an hour later I heard a knock a the door and went to answer it. Pulling it open I was confronted by a man with brown hair and eyes to match. He was dressed in a suit and had a jacket to protect against the cold fall weather.
"Um... How can I help you?" I asked hesitantly.
"I assume you are Maximum Ride?" he said and I nodded, "I am Jason Peterson. I am a officer at the local station."
"Ok." I said.
"Ah... may I come in?" he said shivering in the cold.
"Oh! Yes... sorry."
"Thank you." he said as he stepped up into the foyer.
"Um... I don't mean to be rude... but why are you here?"
"Ah... you should take a seat before we start talking."
"Ok." I said my stomach dropping. I had a really bad feeling about this. I lead Jason into the living room and motioned for him to sit where he liked. I, sat down on the couch. I watched as he pulled up a chair to sit directly in front of me.
"Max, I have bad news," I felt like I was going to puke... "Ah... around 4:30 this afternoon there was an accident..."
"oh god no..." I whispered seeing where this was going.
Jason looked up at me with pity in his eyes. He took a deep breath and began to speak again.
"I'm sorry, Max, but both your father, Jeb and your sister, Ella died. We did all we could, ... but we could not save them."
I couldn't hear most of the rest of what he said through my tears.
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I really hope you like the beginning of my story!
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