A/N:

Hey Y'all...

Guess It's Time For Me To Re-Write Muted Candle. Wooooo.

Alright, It's Basically Gonna Be The Same, BUT With More Back Story, A Tiny Bit More Detail, Yada Yada Yoda.

It's Even The Same Summary: Max has had cancer since she was ten. (She's 16 now) Her friends dropped her once they found out and she stopped talking. When she goes to a new school will she make friends? Will a certain friend make her talk again?

BUT THE TITLE IS DIFFERENT. IT IS NOW Words Unsaid.

Yeah, I'm So Creative. Give me A Break It's 9 In The Morning. (No Schoool! Holaa!) Good Lord, My Stomach Hurts Soo Freakin' Much. You Should Feel Loved.

Remind Me To Never Eat Pool Water Again!

Now Turn To Page 394!

The New (And Improved) Muted Candle!

Words Unsaid

Chapter 1

Max P.O.V.

Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around it, let it slide like coins through you fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

Hey, I'm Max. Maximum Ride, But for today and the rest of your life call me Max... Unless you don't wanna live much longer.

I'm sixteen years old, hailin' from Phoenix, Arizona. Rock Bottom, Loserville, Nothing Town.

Got a secret. Can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave.

I have... cancer. Ever since my friends found at when I was just at the tiny age of ten and dropped me like a dead skunk, i've been mute. No, nothing ever happened to me. I just stopped talking. Doctor's said it's just a faze, just shock. She'll get over it.

I never did.

Got a secret. Can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave. If I show you then I know you won't tell what I said
'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

Enjoy the ride.

THIS IS A LINE. HIS NAME IS GODDDDDDD MY STOMACH HURTS!

"Max! Get your ass up! Don't make me get the bucket!" Ahh the sweet sounds of the morning. I rolled to the left, blankets and all and rolled right off the bed. A THUD sounded through the house, showing my mom I was up-ish.

I stomped to my bathroom, just to annoy my mom more. Oh, how I love mornings. Now get a spoon and enjoy that sarcasm soup.

Pulling on a pair of jet black skinny jeans and a equally dark tank top, I thought for a minute before plunging my hand into the darkness of my closet. By hand closed on the fabric of leather. Smiling to myself, I gave a small tug and my leather jacket with my hand emerged.

I slide my arms into the cool fabric and popped the collar like a Class A douchebag.

"Max! Come On!" My mom shouted, coming close to a scream. Jeesh lady, take some Tylenol and get on with your life.

I slide my feet into my black converse and brushed through my medium length dirty blonde hair. The only light color on my whole body, unless you count the silver stars on my converse. You get a little bored from time to time, give me a break. Forever a little kid at heart.

Soooo today, i'm starting a new school. Wisteria High school to be exact. See, I used to go to prep school (barf) and my mom realised ONLY a few weeks ago that I was getting bullied. You see, I wasn't exactly the skinniest girl or prettiest girl there. Hey! No juding, those cookies are magically.

But who's laughing now? Over the summer, I put on the weight loss movement. Now i'm only 120 pounds. Perfectly fine to me! Woo Woo! Not to mention i'm one sexy skittle now. Skittles.. I want some Skittles.

Grabbing my messanger bag, I slung it up on my shoulder. My finger absentmindedly played with one of the buttons on the front as I stomped down the stairs and came face to face with my mother, Val. She was a spanish chick with long brown hair ALWAYS tied back, deep brown eyes, and a kind face. One of the nicest people you'll ever meet. Tell you piss her off that is.

Don't even get me started on my "dad" Jeb. Shudder.

My mom flicked me on the nose, bringing me back to reality. She folded my collar down with a tisk.

"Now just follow the highway tell you find exit 74, the school should be right off from there" She smiled at me and pulled me into a tight hug, masking me in the scent of home made cookies and strawberry perfume. A weird combo. She pulled back and wiped at her eyes. Dear god, time to go before the water works start.

She smiled at me once again.

"Good luck Max" I nodded and reached over the stair railing and grabbed the keys to my blue Yamaha YZF R1. My sweet sixteen birthday present. I love my fast little motorcycle baby.

"No going over 50 mph!" My mom shouted as I walked out the backdoor into our garage. Rolling my eyes, I thought back to the first time I rode the motorcycle. I easily went 100 mph in 3.5 seconds. Best day of my life. The wind whipping through my hair, the sound of the angry neighbors as i left marks all over the street.

Sliding my black helmet onto my head, safty first kiddies, I jammed the key into the ignition and turned to the right. My pretty little baby vibrated to life. I revved the engine causing my mom to look at me through the front window. I waved to her and pulled out of the driveway, being careful to not run into the fence.

That wasn't fun either.

Pulling out onto the street, I waved on last time before zooming off down the street, easily going over 50 mph. Opps, Sorry mom.

On the way to hell we gooooo.

A/n:

Well that wasn't completly terrible. I hope you like the first re-written chapter!

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