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Rated T for mature topics, violence, language etc.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. -tear-
Chapter One
"A day in the life."
I slammed the red door and stepped out into my dull suburban neighborhood. The September air was awfully hot I and sighed. "Another day in paradise." I mumbled to myself. My name is Maximum Ride. I sound like some trust fund baby fed from a silver spoon with a name like Maximum, but I am far from that. I am more roll with the punches and cuss anyone out who bothers me kinda gal. I trotted down the front porch steps and made a direct left turn. A house almost identical to mine on the outside stood looking as monotonous as everything else around it. I knocked on my best friend's door and let myself in, "Iggy I am going to grab something to eat." I heard a distant 'kay' then I opened their fridge to only see ingredients to thinks and nothing simple just to eat. Iggy was a great chef so he basically cooked everything. "IIIIIIIGGGGGGGYYYYYYY." I moaned as I slammed the fridge and sat myself down at the table.
"WWWHHHHATTTTT?" Iggy called out to me and bounded down the stairs skipping two at a time then jumping down the final flight making the whole house shake. "Tada!" He bowed and I clapped slowly about three times.
"Will you PLEASE make me something to eat? All we had was stale bagels and my mom had to go into work early and Ella was carpooling and I just need good food." I shared my sob story very dramatically to emphasize the importance of my meal.
"What time is it?" Iggy couldn't look himself because he is blind, but I honestly forget about it most of the time.
"If you start now we will make the tardy bell so go! Three eggs scrambled."
"Ask nicely and I'll consider it." he put his nose in the air and went into the kitchen.
"Make me some damn eggs please." I made a sticky sweet grin even though he couldn't see it.
"You are getting nicer wow you didn't threaten to hit me this time." He started heating up the pan and getting out the salt and pepper. Iggy was a good 5 inches taller than me and about six feet tall. He had thin, straight light ginger hair that swooped down in his face a tad bit. Iggy had been my neighbor since we were 5 years old and was pretty much my best friend ever. Before you even get the wrong idea, WE ARE NOT DATING. I mean he kissed me in the 7th grade once, but we decided nope, zip, zilch right then and there and went back to being best friends.
A few minutes later he handed me a sizzling plate of warm, delicious, eggs. The scent itself made me drool. "Eat quick we have to go." He was handing me a fork and got a heaping bite and swallowed it then dropped the fork on my plate. I stood up lightning fast and punched him in the arm before he got away. I hardly hit him he was to fast. "You suck." I grumbled and started to inhale the food.
He just smirked, "More than you care to know." then went off to find his backpack wherever he may have left it.
"You are so gross go away." I shouted with my mouth full of food.
Iggy's mom, Mrs. Griffiths came out of the laundry room with a whole basket full of laundry. "Good morning Max!" She kind of loved me. She was kind of heavyset which is strange because Iggy couldn't gain weight even if he wanted too but she was raised in the south and it was obvious. "Y'all best be getting to school, you're going to be late!"
I groaned and stood up, "I'm out the door Ig." I called up the stairs the started to walk out the door.
"Dine and dash, I mean you know sometimes I feel like I'm getting...USED." Iggy popped up from the bottom of the stairs and then wouldn't look at me in the face as he sobbed.
We continued idle conversation all the way to school and then went over to our lockers which were just across the hall. Iggy was always lightning fast because he knew where everything was because he has it organized a special way but me I usually drop things and have to search around loose papers for 10 minutes then figure out how to shut it again.
Iggy leaned up against the locker next to me while I fumbled around. "How's Ella enjoying high school so far?" He asked curiously and out of character and not in some weird tone or mimic.
"Oh wouldn't you like to know." I smirked and turned back to my locker.
"It's an honest question!" He seemed panicky. Oh yep I knew it.
"Mhmmm...okay. She likes it okay I guess." I shrugged. Iggy didn't say thing for a bit like he was thinking about saying something then backing out last second. "So when are you asking her out?"
"I am NOT!" He was horrified, but he was being classic over dramatic Iggy again which I was relieved. He wagged a finger at me like a nineteenth century school teacher. "Young lady, I am seventeen, Ella your dear sister, is FOURteen."
"Almost fifteen."
"You're mom would never go for it."
"So you admit it."
"What?"
"You like Ella."
"Your mom would never go for it."
I rolled my eye he is so impossible, but right, I hate it when he is right. "True."
"I'm surprised you don't care more honestly. She is like your SISTER. You share chromosomes in little cells in your bodies."
"Remind me again how you passed biology? Besides I would rather her date you than some douche ninth grader who is all swag yolo'd out."
Iggy gasped again like in a soap opera. "I am 153 pounds of pure swag."
I slammed my locker and got serious. "I swear if you do anything besides kiss her I will be sure you will die a damn crippled virgin." The bell rang in my ears and I waved and headed off to first block. I groaned, chemistry with all the worst in my school who hate me more than missing a sale at the mall.
I dragged myself into the room and sit up front because I would rather communicate with a teacher than sit anywhere near the top bitches.
Literally you are going to think I am quoting Mean Girls but really that was my school. Lissa strolled in first pink pumps and pink skirt that when she sat down her butt was all over the seat. Her boobs hung out in a skimpy white tank top and she had a litte jean jacket over that. Her red hair fell effortlessly over her shoulders and she tossed it behind her head. I hate Lissa. Brigid and Marcie are almost as bad but they are so stupid I've actually taken pity on them a few times.
"Hello Maximum." Lissa smiled at me and leaned over my desk, probably to flaunt her ass and to bother me all at once.
"Go away Lissa." she did this to me everyday.
"Do you ever shower? I mean I know being a skank and loosing it sophomore year..." She wrinkled up her nose and laugh.
My face was boiling I felt it in my veins. "Did you hear the new football teams nickname for you? Loose Lissa?"
She was not pleased. "No wonder Dylan hit you, you're such a bitch."
Okay pause on my story of my life for a minute, I was hoping to be able to avoid this but it is me and you need a little backstory and I have a lot of explaining to do.
Hope you liked my opener! Don't worry there will be Fax and it will be very good but I am taking a new approach to this :-) Please review and tell me what you think so far!
