DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN MAXIMUM RIDE...JAMES PATTERSON DOES.

CHAPTER 1~Max

For those of you who don't know me I'm Maximum, Maximum Ride. But everyone calls me Max , and I'm fifteen My mother is

Valencia Martinez. My Father is Jeb Martinez. I know what your thinking "Why does she have a different last name than her

parents". Well it's simple Maximum Martinez sounds to buisnessy for me so I changed it to Ride when i was six my parents don't even mind.

My mom works for the government, and so does my dad. Don't ask me

what they do cause all they tell me is that I'll know when I'm older. Well that's pretty much a rundown on my family.

We used to live in South Carolina but we are moving to New York we're on our way there now. You see my parents like to drive

everywhere we move. Just then my mom spoke up "Max please try to at least look happy", she sounded so sad so just for her I

grinned as wide as I could." See Maximum it wasn't that hard", says Jeb.

"My name is Max" I growled giving him my death glare that could make football players run to their mommy' I actually tried it

on the football team back home. I knew Jeb was still talking but I kinda zoned out till he hollered "Max are

you even listening to me". "Sorry Je-dad I kinda zoned out, won't happen again promise" I try to smile at him but it turns into a

grimace. As you can probably tell I don't like to call Jeb dad it just doesn't fit.

When we got to the house my mom told me "Max stay in the car for a minute". I just nod and put my headphones in to listen to my

favorite song: I will not bow by Breaking Benjamin. My mom get's back and tells me I can get out before the first chorus. I go

to get my stuff but Jeb tells me he's got to just go choose the room I want. The house is two story's so I choose the room in the

very back of the house. Somehow there are already beds in here so I flop down on the Queen size bed and put my headphones in

Voodoo by Godsmack is playing. I'm so in to the song that I didn't notice my dad come in with my stuff. I look up and decide to

unpack tomorrow. I didn't notice how late it was. I heard the doorbell ring, but decided that mom or dad could get it.

I went back to drumming in the air, I had my eye's closed so I didn't notice someone was there until there was more weight added to

the bed I look up and almost scream. There's a gorgeous guy dressed in all black sitting on the side of my bed. "Why are you in my room"

I demand. He just glares at me, so I glare right back, but he doesn't even flinch at my death glare. Finally he speaks up and says

"I'm Fang". I just stare at him his voice his beautiful. He chuckles at my expression. All that's going through my mind is this guys

hot. Wait, What am I saying I don't even know him. I finally pulled myself together enough to growl " I didn't ask you your name I

asked Why the fuck your in my damn room?". "Well that's a nice way to great your new neighbor and your mom let me in and told me to come

up here and introduce myself" he shrugs like its nothing that he's sittin on MY bed in MY room. I get a great idea I smile real sweetly and

say" I'm so sorry let me see if I can say somethin nicer". He just nods." How's this" I pause then scream/growl as loud as I can"FANG!Get the

HELL out of my DAMN room!" But after all that he still doesn't move. I think if yelling didn't work, maybe if I threaten him he'll get

out. So i put on my sweetest smile and say very slow and quitely "Fang if you don't get out of my room i will personally make sure your

carried out" and for effects i kick him so he falls off my bed. He looks up at me from the floor with a scowl on his face and says "gosh i guess i'll be leavin now" he gets up and walks out.

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