A/N: Hi! Decided to make a cliché Maximum Ride high school story while I was actually at High School haha. Enjoy!

The air was crisp and the wind rushed through my hair as I walked the dirt-coated sidewalk on my way to school. Today was my first day of high school in Arizona. The school was called Phoenix High School.

AND I COULD KICK YO ASS!

Whoever you may be. I had sweet kung fu moves that even made Jackie Chan soil his pants. (I know from experience…. I never did get that autograph…).

I had made sure today that I looked like a boy as much as possible. At my last school in California, every guy at school tried to make a move on me, even though I'm not very pretty at all. The mind of a dumb high school male is a giant hole of sports magazines, porn sites, and, you know, sexist views of everything!

Anyway, I put on a red shirt that had a giant number on it that had nothing to do with anything (89?) and jeans were a worn out blue color and had as many holes in it as the amount of spots on a Dalmatian and the bottoms dragged on the ground underneath my converse. If my calculations were correct, no girl would come to school dressed like this! I'm a genius!

AND I COULD KICK YO ASS!

My sister Ella, who was a total shop maven (unlike me), got a ride from a friend to her middle school. I got an offer for a ride to school but I decided that guys wouldn't come after me so much if I had the dirt and sweat covering every part of my body. I definitely didn't want to look presentable on my first day of school. It would totally ruin my rebellious streak!

The high school building leered into view on my left. Ah, welcome to hell, Maximum Ride.

Sadly, I wasn't as late as I thought I was. When I walked through the parking lot, I noticed that some kids were just starting to get out of their cars. Unbelievable! I was going to actually be on time. Cue shudder.

Most of the kids at the school, I noticed, were not much different from the ones I left at home. Some girls strutted through the rows of convertibles and SUVs, making an irritable click click noise with their ginormous heels and skirts that could reveal a butt cheek if one looked closely enough.

AND I COULD KICK THEIR ASSES!

Some of the "cool" guys were wearing leather jackets and the darkest sunglasses I have ever seen. A couple even had the guts to smirk when a girl in a tight shirt and small miniskirt walked by. Can you say "sexist pigs"?

AND I COULD KICK THEIR ASSES, TOO!

With a new sense of indignation, I stuck my chin up and stomped up the steps to the school. Little did I know that EVERYONE would be looking at me today.

Glancing at a couple of signs in the trashed up hallways, I finally arrived at the school's attendance office. I snarled at the pink cushy chairs that were placed below the window. I hate pink. I opened the door and made my way over to the desk where sat a perky blonde with tiny glasses. She didn't even catch a glance of me as I shut the door.

"Are you a new student?" she asked with a high-pitched voice.

"Yes."

"Name, please."

"Harry Potter," I stated, hiding the sarcasm in my voice.

"Alright, Mr. Potter, sign here and here," said the lady, shoving some papers toward me on the counter. I frowned… Well, alright then. She's even dumber than I thought.

I signed the several papers using the name Harry Potter to see how much trouble I would get into and handed them to the secretary. She was still buried in papers and she still hadn't figured out that I was a girl and a REAL person. Ugh, nimrod.

"Thank you, and here's a slip for each teacher to sign today. Have a good day. Welcome to Phebe High School," she mumbled, shoving a paper in my hand, again, without looking at me.

"It's pronounced Phoenix High," I said slowly.

"Mmhmm," she muttered absently. I shrugged and left the office. Yeah, I could-

ALSO KICK HER ASS!

"Welcome to my English class, Mr…."

My new teacher, Mr. Weinright frowned at the slip and I stood in front of the class, a hand on my hip.

"Potter?" Mr. What's-His-Face asked, looking up at me. "But Harry Potter doesn't exist!"

"No shit, Sherlock," I told him, walking down the aisle to an empty seat in the back of the classroom. "And please; call me Max."

The teacher stared at me for a moment, too confused to chastise me about my foul language in the classroom and turned to the board. I was subtly aware of the many looks I was receiving from the boys that surrounded my desk. I don't like that look…

I then realized that I couldn't have a normal classroom experience if I didn't smack on some bubble gum and draw squiggly marks on my face with a pen. I bent down and grabbed my pen and bubble gum pack out of my purse. What I saw on my desk when I got back up made me fume.

There must have been at least 30 torn pieces of scrap papers lying limply on my desk. I grabbed one and read the note.

I think ur hottt!

Go out with me?

Robby.

I snarled bestially and read the next note.

I like dem feisty!

Wanna grab some pizza after school?

I have a six-pack.

Muhifosama

I raised my eyebrow at the name and tore the note to pieces like I did with the first one. I read the rest of the notes and they all had the same idea: Let's hook up! I thought I looked ugly and ungirly today! I guess guys just want to ask me out no matter what I look like! Sexist pigs! I hate them all!

I snatched a leaf of paper off one of the girls' desks next to me. I scribbled a note and held it up for the entire class to see, excluding the teacher who was facing the board.

I COULD KICK YO ASSES!

GO FALL IN A DITCH, YOU SEXIST PIGS!

(this message has been brought to you by a girl who doesn't want to be asked out by a bunch of man-hoes!)

I saw some jaws drop to the floor and some giggles by fellow ugly girls. I smirked. Maybe this high school wouldn't be so bad after all.

A/N: sorry for the shortness! Next chapter will have fang and other members of the flock introduced so if you want to see it, click the green button below!

Thanks a bunch!

Miss Aero