AN: Hey, it's my first story so, please be nice thxx.

"MAX! Get up or I'll get the ice water!" My sister yelled up the stairs.

Being me, I disregarded her completely. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Maximum Ride, Official bad ass and International superstar in disguise. Why else do you think that I would be getting up at 6:30 in the freaking morning, in Mesa, Arizona, going to HIGH SCHOOL? So back to the story…

I faded back into my happy memories of writing "Build God, Then We'll Talk" with one of my favorite people, Ryan Ross.

Raindrops on roses and girls the girls in white dresses and the sleeping with-

"Maximum, Get. Up. Now." My sister said in her overly calm voice.

"FINEEE!" I screamed back. Stupid sisters, I was just getting to my favorite part of the song! Ugh, well now I have to go to- Oh My God. It's my first day in three years of going back to school, and I was terrified. That was saying something, because I don't get scared, I don't cry, and I don't back down.

I lumbered over to my closet pulling out the first things that I could find, which turned out to be a pair of black distressed skinny jeans, my red shirt that said 'Bite Me' on it, and some grey high tops. Looking in the mirror, I shrugged and set to work on my hair. Most of the magazines think that I am pretty much gorgeous. I don't think so at all. I have the typical blond beach waves, tan skin, and eyes the color of unbarfed chocolate. Not what you would expect from the lead vocalist of a headlining band, now is it?

After I had brushed through my blond hair, I pinned my dark brown wig on and walked to my desk. Anyways, once I had grabbed my black and white checkered backpack with all of my school crap in it, I looked back at my room. It was more like the fourth floor of my house. What can I say? Being a superstar has its benefits.

The walls are dusty blue, silver, black, and scarlet. My bed is on the left side of my room, with the headboard against the wall. It had Black, Silver, Light and dark blue throw pillows and a purple bead spread with a checkered comforter. That wall is Scarlet and it has all of the album covers of my favorite bands (my band, Panic! At the Disco being one of them). My favorites are 'Pretty. Odd; Vices and Virtues; A Fever You Can't Sweat Out; Streets of Gold; The Papercut Chronicles; Brand New Eyes; Riot!; Watch the Throne; Science and Faith; Unbroken; The Black Parade; Flyleaf; and Sing'.

On my Black wall (Middle wall), I have a TV/ movie theater screen with like 20 beanbags, all Red, Purple, Light Blue, Black, Silver, Grey, or Green. On my Blue wall ( my right most wall) I have all of my CD's in a cool zigzag rack (Like in Drake and Josh), A white desk with Purple and Red drawers and a ton of drawing paper on a stack on top. What? I like drawing.

And finally, my silver wall, which I was standing with my back to, was covered in drawings. I turned in a circle and took in a 360° view of my personal escape. Couldn't I just stay here instead? I sighed out loudly and ran down the stairs, taking them 4 at a time.

Breakfast consisted of 10 pieces of bacon, 15 pancakes, and 2 bowls of lucky charms. Devoured in 4 minutes by moi.

"Max! Are you ready to go yet?" my mom, Valencia Martinez, shouted from the garage

"Yeah, I'll be right there!" Damn it!

Whatever now I get to walk into a legit jail yard of sluts, jocks, emotionless rocks, and you know bad asses like me ;). You're ready for this Max, you got this. Just take one step at a time. Here we go.

Good? Bad? Revieww! Xxx-No Right To Judge Me I know it's kind of a boring start, but I'm hoping that It will turn into a great story. All help welcome! All help needed! c: