Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own maximum ride, or any of the members of the flock. But don't think that means I'm going to stop wishing that I did;-)
"Max, I have to let you go now. For the good of the world." My God-awful mother told me in a soft voice.
She had all of my things packed in two suitcases out in the front yard. She was kicking me out. And I was only eight years old.
"Mommy! I don't understand!" I cried. Her face stayed expressionless.
"You're just another mouth to feed. There is nothing special about you!" She spat.
Then she pushed me out of the house, where I fell, crying, in the grass. I heard the lock click behind me, and I knew I would never be welcome back at Marian Janssen's house ever again.
I laid in the yard for hours. Just crying. Until a boy shook me.
I looked up into his eyes as black as the- now night- sky. He had dark hair that hung slightly past hips shoulders, and tried to cover up half of his face. His beautiful face. He was wearing a black t-shirt, and dark denim (like so dark if you didn't look close enough you'd think they were black also) and black and navy blue plaid VANS. His face looked pained as he watched me sit up. My tear-stained face catching him off guard.
As I sat up he bent down, and sat himself down on the grass beside me. I didn't know his name. He didn't know mine, but it didn't matter. Him slipping his arms around me and telling me in his angelic voice that everything was going to be okay- though he knew nothing of why I was crying, much less if It was going to be okay or not- it felt… right.
AN: Hey! I know it's short, but it's kinda an entrance, and I'm working on the next one as we speak. Let me know if you like this one or not… -Jess (Team Em-n-m)