Yes, another Maximum Ride fanfic. I'm really into it. Anyways, here you are.

Max's POV:

Chapter 1: Daylight

I pushed up my nerdy glasses up the bridge of my nose. Of course the nerdy glasses was the trend now days however, I actually need them. Seeing as I'm the kind of girl people thought to be nerdy, I'm actually not that bad. I turn my music on my IPhone up. The song you ask? It's called Daylight by Matt and Kim. Somehow it was just right for today.

I'm sitting in a booth at my favorite cafe`a. It's called Sam's Poetry And Book Club. All the teens come here after school only to destroy the place. Leaving Sam to clean it up. Sam is my best friend. Correction, guy friend. He always sits behind the counter like a chilled waiter he is. Luckily it's only 10:04 am. Your wondering why I'm here on a Friday, right? Well that's cause I'm aloud to take days of school off.

I'm a honorole student. I got good grades, friends, parents, and a good talent. I'm a young art student. The best you might say. Not that I care. I just wish those beautiful moments you beg to draw was near. I want to draw a beautiful meadow with the yellow color that takes your breath away. Someday...

"Max?" I looked up to the gorgeous brown eyes of Sam. He looked worried and alarmed. I chuckled and shook my head. "Whats with that face?" He pinches his cheeks. "My face? Oh, nothing. You looked a little zoned out. You ok?" I smiled to reassure him. "Im fine. Nothing wrong." He eased into a matching smile.

"Good. Cause you still owe me a answer." I grunted in return. "Not telling you. Let's just drop it." He frowned and took his place across from me. "Max...how is Iggy?" Iggy..." He's doing better. He's in testing right now. I think he'll be out of the hospital tomorrow." Sam laughed. "Man, that guy can heal...he needs to heal faster." I nodded.

"Yeah...Sam, customer." I pointed to a dark haired kid. He was standing at the counter looking around. The cafe`e is pretty much empty, so it was just the three of us. Not knowing, a gust of wind brushed by causing my opened sceach book to blow out papers everywhere. I quickly got up and picked them up one by one.

My wavy dirty blond hair blew into my face making it hard to see. Sam looked at me "Max?" He was about to round the corner till a dark figure stood above me. I looked up at beautiful eyes. "Olive green..." I muttered. He smirked making me a little embarrassed. "Like them?" He pointed to his eyes. I shrugged. "There ok..." He raised a eyebrow.

"Oh, so you don't like them." I shook my head all to quickly, giving myself a headache. "No. There beautiful. Truly breathtaking." He gave me a " Are you serious!?" Face. Sam laughed behind him. "She's a artist, dude. She would love to draw your eyes." He perked up.

"Artist? How good?" He looked down at my scattered papers. Picking one up his face lite up. "Wow...your really really good." I smiled loving it when people admired my work. He looked to me and scratched the back of his head.

"Um, listen...can I ask you a huge question?" I nodded "My Little sister is sick, and she loves drawing. Do you think you could draw her for me? I want her to be happy and determined to do things she can't." I smiled. "Anything for a kid. It'll be no problem." I said. His face lit up again.

"Thank you. My name is Fang. Meet me here at two tomorrow." "Alright, My name is Max by the way. See you tomorrow." I turned around and grabbed my stuff. After packing up, I realised that I haven't got the chance to listen to my song. I rewind it and pressed play. I let the song drown out this noisy world and sang along with the free music.

Daylight by Matt and Kim

We cut the legs off our pants

Threw our shoes into the ocean

Sit back and wade through the daylight

(Sit back and wade through the daylight)

Slip and slide on subway gratses

Those shoes are poor men's ice skates

Fall threw like change in the daylight

(Fall threw like change in the daylight)

I miss yellow lines on my road

Some color on monochrome

Maybe I'll paint them in myself

(Maybe I'll paint them in myself)

These sidewalks liquid then stone

Building walls and a old phone

It rings like all threw the daylight

(It rings like all threw the daylight)

I stopped singing and began humming instead. Now that I think about it...This is a song sung by truth. Maybe I'll change. Or maybe I'll get worse. Either way, I'm going to enjoy life. Before it's to late.

(A/N: Hey, I just finished a book called Awaking to Life. This is inspired by that book and Maximum Ride. Don't think I'm taking the plot. Although they are similar, The plot is completely different. Anyway, I don't own Maximum Ride, all rights go to James Patterson. Please review! It is necessary for you to. I just want to know how I'm doing so far. Bye!)