In Protection: The new me

Chapter 1

So here I am my future resting in the palm of my hands. Who I will be... now written on paper. I have been given 1 week to re invent my self, become some one new.

This is the new me...

Name: Maximum Ride

Hobbies: Kickboxing, basketball, soccer and photography

Appearance: Black Hair (dyed), electric blue eyes, light tan skin. Long hair. Three ear piercing and one bellybutton.

Facts: Tough, Badass, sarcastic, dosent talk much, good with kids, favourite colour Black and white. Loves Black and White images. Loves Birds

So by now you are all wondering exactly what I am talking about and it seems only fair that I explain to you exactly why I am holding my life in the palm of my hands.

There is no point in beating about the bush since there is only one way to put it My parents were murdered. I am not being insensitive but to deal with this I have had to make my self devoid of emotion. Its not so bad, not happy not sad just existing day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

I will become a new me, move on, start over

So here I am working on the new me I have been here for two days and have pretty much got the Badass personality to an art.

A Kickboxing teacher came in yesterday to give me a lesson so now I am practising the moves Its a good way of expressing anger without someone ending up in the hospital. Like I said the Badass down to an Art.

I think that they are trying to turn me into the person I will need to be to survive this whole ordeal and that in its self is depressing. Like not talking much so that I cant spill anything.

Im not me any more, caught somewhere in-between to likes. In a way Im glad for this new person I am becoming. It gives me somewhere to go a way to escape. But another part of me tells me to hold on not to forget anything of my parents. Like I said caught between two things, two places, two people.

Jab,Jab,Left Hook-kick,Right hook, Jab,Spinning wheel kick.

I finished the combination. Its lucky mum made me take basic self-defence otherwise it would have taken me a lot longer to get all of this down.

My looks are being re done this afternoon so after I go over a few more combinations I head on down level 2 of the police station to meet up with the costume crew for my makeover.

My long dirty brown hair will be died ebony black and my chocolate brown eyes are to have blue contacts. I will look pretty much the opposite of what I look now. When I move into my new home my new family, only they will know whom I really am why I am really there.

I sat down in the swivel char, squeaking under my weight. People are silent, they dont talk to me for whatever reason. Well except for Officer Batchelder. I will be moving in with him and his family before the end of the week for Witness protection program.

The part of this afternoon that I am really not looking forward to the piercing. (That sounded really melodramatic) I am not so much freaked so much as not liking the idea of someone putting a bunch of holes in me.

My hair is done and I can see the guy advancing on me holding the piercing gun...You can almost hear the dramatic music setting in.

"Do it quickly" I say to the guy, hes leaning down now. "Don't miss". Another second and he has it positioned, "Make sure there even". The man is now glaring at me. I decide it is time to shut up, not because I am scared but because like I said before I dont want him to miss.

1.2.3. Well he certainly did it quickly.

I stretch my stomach out for my belly button piercing. This one hurts the most but after breaking my leg in three different places when I fell of the swing set in our backyard trying to fly, it is nothing.

Selections of earrings are set before me. Having never had my ears pierced before I have no idea about different names and what not so I will just do my best with describing them. I chose the dangly ones with fangs on the end, strung with a black metal and for the piercing on the top of my ear just a plain stud in black metal and the same for my bellybutton.

Now we move on to the contacts. Michel hands me a pair. They are coloured a brilliant, electric blue. I will have to were them everyday now so that I can get used to them since they will make my eyes water for a while at first.

I place them on my fingers before putting them in my eyes blinking rapidly at first before becoming adjusted to it. I dont see any different but my eyes are still watering slightly.

I swivel round in the chair to face the full-length mirror. In the mirror I see a totally different person, but I can still see my self there, the little quirks that only I can pick out after seeing my self in the mirror day after day for the last 14 years of my life but now there was a new me.

So first chapter. Max meets the rest of the flock next chapter.

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