A/N: Okay sooooo...I'm an experienced writer but this is my first EVER fanfiction.

I wanna start off by saying that Maximum Ride is probably about the most AMAZING series I've ever read. EVER. And I would recommend it to ANYONE. But since you clicked on this link for a fanfiction about Maximum Ride, I'm assuming you've read the books and loved them enough to read fanfics about the series.

So, I'll stop rambling on like Nudge and let you guys read the first chapter of this fanfic...which I'm still in the process of naming...but by the time I've uploaded this, I'll have found a name...I'll just shut up. Review! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Move (Cliche I know)

Max POV

"MAX! Get UP! It's moving day!" Wha-? I thought to myself. And then it dawned on me. Today was the day we were moving. We being my sister Ella, my mom Dr. Martinez, and me, Max. Short for Maximum. Call me anything but Max and I'll knock you into next week.

Now that we have that little intro overwith, I'll get on with the story.

"Ella," I say groggily, "Get OUT of my room and leave me in peace!" Keeping my eyes shut, I try to go back to sleep, without success. Ella yanks off my blankets and wacks me in the head with a pillow. And Ella has a pretty strong arm. I curl up into a ball, refusing to get up. That is until Ella flips me onto the floor by flipping the air mattress I was sleeping on out from under me. What can I say? I'm not a morning person.

"I'M AWAKE." I say sternly to Ella.

"Then, get up, get dressed, get downstairs and help pack." she says just as equally stern. I roll over to look up at her and give her a death glare. Being half aslep, it's not as nasty and frightening as I'd like it to be, judging by the fact that Ella didn't even flinch. She turns on her heel and starts to leave.

"Be downstairs in 15 minutes, Max!" She yells over her shoulder. I groan loudly in response.

Since I'm already awake, thanks to Ella, I figure, I may as well get up. I stand up and look all over at my empty room, and I'm reminded that this is happening all over again.

Forget I said that.

I plug in my iPod to it's iHome and blast music. Mom doesn't mind. As long as I dont wake her up at four in the morning, she's all right.

I walk over to my closet and pull on some skinny jeans and a random t-shirt with large slits cut in the back to make room for the wings. Yes wings. I'll explain later. I put on my leather jacket and converse. I walk into my bathroom and run a brush through my tangled, brown-blond hair. I brush my teeth and make my way downstairs. 8 minutes. Thats a new record.

"Morning Max." my mom greets me.

"Coffee." I mumble. I drop my head onto the table and shut my eyes, trying to enjoy the precious moments of sleep that were snatched away by Ella. I'll get my revenge. I was just about to drift off when the pleasant smell of coffee fills my nostrils. I look up and see a steaming mug of coffee in front of my face.

"Thanks. I wouldn't be able to function without coffee." I take a sip of my coffee. Sooooo good...heavenly. I think to myself. I stuff myself with whatever happens to be edible and go put the rest of my stuff into the U-Haul we rented. While I'm outside, I look up at the sky and wonder how long its been siince I stretched my wings and flew. Yes, I can fly. Like I said, you'll get the entire story later.

"Mom?" I ask, "Can't I just fly and follow you guys to Arizona?"

"No." She said sternly.

"Bu-"

"I said NO, Maximum." I shut up right then. You know a mother means it when she uses your full name.

"Fine..." I mumble as I go up the stairs.

I pack up my instruments and take one last look at my room before we leave. Oh well. It's not like it was gonna last anyways. I don't want to make two trips out to the U-Haul and back so I try to carry all four of my instruments. My violin and viola each have a shoulder strap so I had them strapped to each of my shoulders. My cello and guitar were another story. My cello was in a hard case and was almost twice as big as my guitar. I had both in each of my hands. I thought I could handle it but made the very smart decision to stop at the stairs, knowing it wouldn't turn out pretty.

"Ella!"

"What?" She opens her door, toothbrush in her mouth.

"Take Axel and Red for me down to the U-Haul?" Yes, I named my violin and viola. Axel is my viola, Red is my violin.

"Would it kill you to say 'please'?"

"Please take them down to the U-Haul."

"Yeah. Gimme a minute." She said.

I gently put down all my instruments and waited for Ella to come out of her room. Two minutes past. Okay relax. It takes about that long to brush teeth. Five minutes. Getting a little impatient Ells. Fifteen minutes. Oh my God! How long can it take to brush your freaking teeth! I stormed into Ellas room and found her applying mascara.

"ELLA!" I yell from behind her. I guess I startled her, judging by how she poked herself in the eye with the mascara brush thing.
"OW! What?"

"We're going to be in the car for ten freaking hours. You do not need makeup. Plus you're thirteen. Why do you wear makeup anyways?" She turned around, eye watering already.

"So? You're fifteen. Why don't you wear makeup?"

"First: I really despise it and don't have a clue how to put it on. Second: just come help me with my stuff already."

"'Kay." She marched out of her room and grabbed Axel and Red.

Finally. I thought. I grabbed my cello and guitar paused at Ella looking me up and down.

"What?" I asked, getting a little annoyed.

"That's what you're wearing?" She said.

"Go." I gesture to the U-Haul with my guitar.

After making sure my instruments (I may as well call them my life because I love them so much) fit snugly so they wouldnt shift, I got in the back seat of our truck along with my mom and Ella. Since she got in the front seat, I layed down, plugged my iPod in and prepared for the long ride ahead of us.

"Off to Arizona we go..." my mom mumbled. I shifted to look out the window and take yet another last look at my house until it was out of view.

I might as well explain the whole wings and flying shebang. So here goes nothing.

I was created as an experiment in a place in California called the School, where they gave me wings. I am 98% human 2% bird. And incase, you're wondering, yes I can fly. How? My wings aren't the only thing I have in common with birds. My bones were made to be thin and light but unnaturally strong. I've also got air sacs in addition to lungs and different blood cells. Not to mention that I'm freakishly tall for fifteen and have superhuman strength.

I can't even tell you how terrible the school was. I was kept in a dog cage whenever I wasn't tested on. I was poked and prodded with needles every day. I was forced to run until I passed out. I was whipped, burned, electricuted. I could go on and on.

I know what you're thinking. Why would an evil, sadistic science lab just set free a valuable experiment such as myself? They wouldn't. I escaped when I was ten, with the help of Jeb, the only scientist (whitecoat) that felt sorry for me. He taught me how to fly, and how to survive. He was like my father. And the reason I say "was" is because he's dead. After the School found out that he helped me escape, they killed him.

And now you're wondering about Ella and my mom. Before I escaped, Jeb found tons of information about my mom and gave it to me. He told me to find her. That I would be safe with her. It was hard at first. But she and Ella took me in. And I've lived with them ever since.

And thats my story of how I came to be. I'd be lying if I said I was over it. I still get frequent nightmares and flashbacks of the school. I can't control them. Sometimes I get flashbacks at the most random times during the day, along with a killer headache. I'm still trying to figure it all out. Maybe I never will.

And with that, I prop up my pillow behind me, and fall asleep.

Ten hours later, I practically jumped out of the car before we even stopped moving. I am probably the most claustrophobic bird-kid you'll ever meet. So me plus being trapped in a tin can of a truck is not the best idea. Which is why I wanted to fly here. Thanks a lot mom.

My wings were cramped and I was itching to stretch them out and fly. It was nearly dark and the desert sunset was burning on the horizon. Perfect time to fly.

I quickly brought all my instruments out of the U-Haul and into the empty new house. I took in how big it was and ran up the stairs. I randomly picked a room. One with a huge balcony. Perfect for takeoffs and landings.

I ran over to the balcony and opened up the doors, a warm breeze greeting me. Oh God. A warm breeze greeting me. I need to stop watching television with Ella. I practically tore off my leather jacket, and spread my fourteen foot wings. I had to say, as far as wings go, mine were pretty awesome. I jumped off the balcony and flew. I thought I heard my mom yelling my name in the distance but I waved it off. I needed to fly.

I looked at my phone when I landed on the balcony. Ten o'clock. Crap. I thought. Mom would kill me. I was flying for almost two hours while they were stuck here unpacking all our stuff.

I carefully make my way down the stairs awaiting the yelling that would surely come from my mom. But thanks to my super-human bird-kid senses, I smell CHOCOLATE. CHIP. COOKIES. Definately home-made. I rush to the kitchen just a little too eagerly but then froze when my mom turned to face me.

"Where were you?" she starts the interrogation off.

"Fwriwng..." I mumble over the cookies in my mouth.

"What?" Crap.

"Flying." I say clearly. I practically expected steam to come out of her ears.

"Max. You know why we left Colorado. Why would you risk that again? Someone could've seen you! You could've been killed!" I tuned her out after that. I get this lecture about twice a week. I looked at her. Why do we have eyebrows? I think while I tune her out, It's such a random place to have hair. And why on your face? Why above your eyes? WHy not on your nose? What about beards and mustaches?

"Got it?" I snap out of it and nod my head.

"Good. Get ready for bed. You're going to your new school tomorrow. Pack some clothes and toiletries (A/N Did I spell that right?) you'll be there until Sunday."

Did I forget to mention?

My new school is a boarding school.

Okay so not much happened in this chapter. But I promise Max and Ella are gonna meet the rest of the flock in the next chapter which I can hopefully get up this weekend. I PROMISE that this story will go somewhere and that the plot will hopefully be not too cliche and really awesome. Review!