So I came back from Disneyland yesterday. This story is inspired from certain Coca Cola commercial and I hope you guys love it...
Chapter 1
MAX POV
"Be safe! We'll be back in two weeks! My phone number is on the fridge! Love you!" shouted mom from the car she and dad were in. My parents were going away on a two week cruise to they know where. My mother and father, Valencia and Jeb Ride, left me in charge of my two younger sisters. Ella, who's sixteen, and Nudge, who's sixteen as well. I am Maximum Ride, seventeen years old. Max, preferably.
It's pouring right now, we're standing in the porch, waving until they're gone. They waved and sped off. I looked at my sisters behind me, and smiled evilly.
"Road trip!" we shouted and fist-bumped each other. Sure they're girly, but they sometimes have their tomboy moments. Nudge, curly brown hair, brown eyes, darker skin than most of us and the girliest girl you could meet. Ella, straight brown hair, brown eyes, and girly but not like Nudge.
And then, there's me. Curly(sometimes straight) dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a tomboy who kicks butt, as everyone at school says it. Long story short, I kick anyone's butt who bothers my sisters or me. Mostly boys…
Anyway, since mom and dad are gone, we decided to go on a trip. Disneyland. I know it sounds childish, but we there all the time, with us having the Annual Pass and we love it. Mom lets us go as long as we're together.
We booked the hotel for five nights. We're staying at the Ramada Maingate close to the parks. I mean we could stay home, since it's a safe neighborhood, here in San Diego. There's an empty house next to ours with a sign that says sold on the window.
Yeah we got some new neighbors coming these next few days, and we do not want to be here, them knocking on our door and all. Anywho, we packed our bags in the next two hours. The three of us ran around our two story house looking for things we're missing. Seriously it was rush hour, and it was only three of us.
When we finished, it was five thirty p.m. We got in my black Jeep and I drove for the next hour and forty five minutes listening to One Direction and hearing my sisters sing along…
Fang POV
"Dude seriously, this is a good thing," said Iggy, my annoying little brother, from the driver's seat. I looked over at him through my black shaggy hair that covered my eyes. He grinned at me. I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah Igs he's gonna agree," said my other brother from the back. Ari. He and I don't get along at all. I looked at him.
"Shut up," I said.
"And he talks!" shouted Iggy, referring to my silence the whole way. My parents are forcing the three of us to go on a field trip for a few days, they paid for the hotel and everything. But we're going to Disney freaking Land. I haven't been there since I was twelve.
Iggy is trying to convince it's a good idea since "we get out of unpacking," and "we get some bro time." I agree with unpacking and I like spending time with Iggy but with Ari? Not at all. Besides we're moving to San Diego from New Orleans. We've been on the road a pretty long time, us taking turns who drives. Mom and Dad are each driving a moving truck to the our new house.
Ari threw something at me from the back, which I'm pretty sure is crumpled paper. I looked back at him, narrowing my eyes.
"What the hell do you want?" I snarled.
"Nothing shitstick," he smirked. I reached back and punched him in the stomach. Then he punched me.
"Guys! Both of you are the shit sticks!" he shouted. I stopped and returned my gaze out the window again. I sighed.
"Fang, com one lighten up! We get to start fresh in San Diego, and you won't have to use girls anymore," sighed Iggy. I laughed.
"Who says I won't?" I asked him. Iggy shook his head and Ari snorted. Yeah I'm a player and I've used every girl at our old school. I can't wait to see who I'll see at our new school in two weeks. Half an hour more we get to Ramada Maingate, our hotel.
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