Yo. Um, this is my very first fan fiction, so please go easy on me! I'm sorry if some of the story is cliché, but I'm trying to mix it up a bit, so…. Let's hope I succeed!

Er…

I no own Maximum Ride. Got it?

*.*.*Flitting Wishes*.*.*

All right, so, I'm gonna tell you a story:

Once, there was this girl, and her name was Maximum Ride.

Yes, Max. A boy name. Whatever.

She had a fairly good life. She had an amazing mom. (Best cookies ever.) Her sister was one of her best friends, her dad was caring. She had a bunch of friends; everything was perfect in Max's book.

That is, up until the age of twelve.

You see, dear reader, which was the year she started sixth grade. Most awkward year of your life.

Oh, and the fact her dad went missing that year.

*Stopping metaphor now*

'Kay, details:

It was my thirteenth birthday. (Oh, cliché-ness. He dies on my freaking birthday!) Dad went out to get the cake from the store, and, just...never returned.

After about thirty minutes of waiting, mom got worried. She tried calling him, but he didn't answer any of the ba-jillion times mom called him. My little sister, Ella, and I were worried too; because, to tell ya the truth, my dad isn't exactly always...well, careful.

The police called after two hours of painful waiting, saying that they found his car at the bottom of a river, twenty miles away from the grocery store he was supposed to pick the cake up from. His body was never found.

But they did make it official—Jeb Ride was dead.

I refused to believe he actually died. Ella and mom believed them, but I was way too stubborn to believe that lie.

I remember shouting at the police he was wrong, running up to my room, slamming the door like the dramatic, stubborn, thirteen-year-old girl I was. I remember Mom coming up and talking to me. I remember telling her, "Dad's too tough for this, Mom! And why the heck would his car end up in a lake, twenty freaking miles from the store?"

She tried to get me to face it, I refused, she tried to get me to face it, and I refused. This went on for four years, until I finally gave in, agreeing that my father had drowned.

That, my friend, is where our story begins.

"Yo, Max!" My best friend in the world, J.J, ran to catch up with me, brown (a/n: Sorry if I got it wrong! I can't remember right now and I lost my copy of the book) hair flying behind her, panting slightly when she caught up with me.

"So...how was your day?"

I laughed. "Seriously? That's why you ran half the length of the freaking school? To ask me how my day was? Nuh-uh. Now, what is it really?" I raised an eyebrow at my friend. She put a hand over her heart in fake shock, brownish-green eyes wide. "Why, Maxie! What would ever make you think that?"

I shook my head. "Oh, let me guess." I put a hand up, like "Wait!" closed my eyes, and pretended to think. "I got it!" I said after a moment's pause, "You want something from me, right?"

She rolled her eyes. "Duh."

I sighed, and then laughed lightly. "Whatever, J.J. What do you want, this time?"

"Oh, nothing," She said, nonchalantly. "…But I need to borrow ten bucks."

Oh, well, joy. "Why?"

"Because I made a bet with Michael and he won." Michael is one of our best guy-friends, besides Sam and Jeffery.

She smiled sheepishly at me, looking apologetic. I started digging threw my bag to find my wallet. When I found the money, I handed it to her, and she looked pretty relieved. "Thanks, Max!" She said happily, and ran off.

Well, that's just peachy. There goes the last of my allowance for the week.

I heard the bell ring, and start back the other way, towards my next period.

I have math for fifth period, which, believe it or not, is one of my favorite subjects. I'm one of the first students coming in, so I don't end up with a really crappy seat next to someone I either don't know, or someone I hate.

"Oh, hello, Max." Ms. Lent is at her desk, going through some papers, scribbling a grade on each one. Ms. Lent is a young, perky, very nice teacher, with blonde, wavy hair, usually in a pony tali. She has icy blue eyes, that you can't very well forget, and she wears rectangular glasses.

Ms. Lent is one of the only teachers who actually likes me, so that's a plus to this period. J.J walks in, and takes a seat next to me, looking kinda pissed off a bit.

Okay, so, yeah, yeah, short, bad place to end it, whatever. Excuse me for being pretty busy. :P

Anyways, this is just a prologue, and I'll try to make the rest of the chapters longer. Just to warn you, though…I probably won't update very often, but I'll try.

*.*.*Flitting Wishes*.*.*