Dream On
Prologue
Summary: Hi, I'm Max. I have a twin sister named Maya, a best friend named Lissa, and… oh yeah! A screwed up life. NO WINGS.
Disclaimer: No, I don't own MR -.-
"No no! Nuh uh! You have it all wrong! Maya, no! Maya!" Ugh. She hung up on me. Who does she think she is? Oh, yeah. Maya, my devil of a twin sister.
We're sixteen, one year older than my younger sister, Ella. Our mom's Valencia Martinez, who we live with after she and my dad, Jeb, split up a few years ago.
I stopped walking and took in my surroundings; there was a grassy field to the left, a meadow to the right, and a road in front of me. I groaned and trudged forward, looking at my watch. Shit! I started to run; it was half past four! My mom will figure out I skipped!
After about a thirty minute run, I walked through the door, breathing hard and wiping the sweat from my forehead.
"Max, nice of you to join us!" my mom said with mock happiness. "I'll have you know, it's-"
"Five o' clock. Yes, I know." I rolled my eyes, and my bangs fell over them.
"Max. You know the rules." Mom's eyes narrowed.
"Yeah, I know them. Doesn't mean I'll follow them," I said coolly, lifting my chin defiantly.
"Maximum Ride, to your room!" My mom's eyes blazed with anger- yeah, there's a first.
"Gladly," I snapped. I turned around and stalked to my room. My mother is… well, she's changed. She's become a bitch. It's hard to trust her with anything nowadays. Three years ago, before she and Jeb split up, we had the best life. My dad was a scientist, and was unbelievably rich to where we could do anything and buy whatever. I don't necessarily hate Jeb, okay? Ever since he left us (which I know he did… I know they didn't exactly split up. He left), my mom has been a drunkie. Alcohol addict. It's sick, but it's like she's not even in there anymore, not even the mother I used to know…
Guess I just have to live with it.
How's my prologue? :P
Anyways... I'm new at this so tips please? :P
-Cassie