Max's POV

HEY YOU WAKE UP. YOU CANT BE SLEEPIN STILL. I STILL SEE YO-WHACK

God I need a new alarm clock .I guess Summer is officially over. Damn. Oh great, now I get to wake everyone up. This should be fun. Not. Why do Mom and Dad have to be out of town on some stupid important business meeting, they're making me miss my beauty sleep after all. Might as well get the harder ones up first.

"Iggy" I whispered hoping he would hear me. Of course not. Silence.

"Iggy get the hell up before I go pour water on you." I threatened even though he and I both knew that I was too lazy to go all the way downstairs to get some water.

" O way Mahx I'm tire'" He said as I tried to keep a straight face. "Fine but if you're not up and getting ready by the time I get back from waking up everyone else I will slap you". How does mom do this everyday? I got up and walked out of his room to go wake up the twins.

"Angel, Sweetie would you mind getting up? I know it's the dreaded first Monday day of school but you got to get started someday". I pleaded that this would go smoothly after trying to wake up Ig. She rolled over facing me. "Max?"

"Yeah" I breathed a little afraid of what she was going to say next.

"Can we have pancakes for breakfast?" I giggled to myself. "I guess it depends on whether or not we can get Iggy to wake up in time. Why don't you go see if he's up Ange?" She raced out of her and Gazzy's room almost before I could finish my sentence.

'Well one more to go' I thought to myself, though usually The Gasman is the easiest to get up so I went by his bed and shook his shoulder gently. "Hey Gazzy you want pancakes?" I asked hoping that was all it would take. Luckily it worked and he rolled out of bed and raced down the stairs.

This might be a good time to introduce myself. I'm Maximum Ride. I don't know why my parents liked that name but I just go by Max. I'm 17and I live with my Mom, Dad, my younger sister Angel who is 13 and her twin Gazzy who, you guessed it is also 13. Last but not least is my Brother Iggy. He's 16 and I love him to death but God can he be annoying sometimes.

I don't know why but I'm the only one that goes by their real name. Well at least something close enough to it. Iggy's real name is Chris, but when I was 6 and he was 5 I started going by Max and he wanted to go by something different too. So he chose his favorite name over Summer break and just went with it.

Gazzy and Angel however are a different story. Their names were decided by they're peers. One day in the 3rd grade Angel got a boyfriend and he told her "You're my Angel" and from then on everyone just called her Angel. Even though they broke up the next day. And Gazzy in the 1st grade let one rip and you probably get the picture. Well Lets just get on with it.

We still had a good hour and a half before the bus was going to pick us up so I wasn't too worried about time right now. I walked down the stairs to find Iggy behind the stove making pancakes. "Hey Iggy." I shouted as he turned around. "What?" He sounded very nonchalant with his response. "Nice hair" I said jokingly. "Same to you sis."

I could tell he didn't really care but he did take the time to look in the mirror that was just to the left of the fridge. His strawberry blonde hair was sticking straight up at some points and the rest just falling in front of his face. I laughed at his reaction.

Iggy finally finished cooking and sat down with us to eat breakfast in the dining room. We never really knew why we ate so much. All of us since we were little could eat 2 or 3 times the amount of anyone else we knew and we were all still really skinny. We just blew it off because nobody seemed to notice. Just then I noticed that everyone had finished their food and that we had to go get ready.

Everyone took a shower and then set off to go find clothes to wear. Once I found my outfit I dried my hair and then straightened it. Damn I love my hair. It was so perfect. The base color is light brown but natural blonde highlights make it all blend together. I got dressed then spent 20 minutes putting on my makeup. Once I was done I went to do see if everyone else was ready.

I find it funny how Iggy over obsesses about how he looks. While most guys just barely brush their hair, Iggy has to have me fix his hair so it's perfect. When I entered his bedroom Iggy was in the bathroom so I knocked on the door and said "Ig do you need me to do your hair now?" He responded with saying "Uh, Yeah sure come in." After his hair was all done I went to go check on Gazzy and Angel. Angel was in the room in front of her floor-to-ceiling mirror fixing her hair but was obviously getting frustrated.

"Ange are you okay, do you want me to help?" I offered

"Omigod yes my hair is so annoying sometimes would you mind curling it for me please?"

"Of course, I do this so often I could make a career out of it" I stated jokingly. I would do this for her anytime. I love her hair. I wish I could have it and that's saying something. Her dirty blonde hair looks Ah-mazing when it is curled. I then went to Gaz and asked him if he needed anything. He said no which wasn't a problem because he already had fixed it. Of course just like the rest of us his hair is a shade of blonde. Although his is the darkest. Suddenly the bus horn made me jump but everyone heard and raced downstairs to get on.

I forgot to mention that even though the twins are 13 they are already sophomores! They skipped their 7th and 8th grade year. Yes they are just that smart. We all sat with are friends from last year. Since I am a cheerleader and Iggy's a football player we tended to have the same friends. While Gazzy and Angel hung out with all the basketball players from every grade. God I'm so proud of them. When I was little all I wanted to do was be popular. And I had to work my ass of to get there. Now its because of me and Iggy that they get the privilege to be popular. We arrived at school and one by one pushed each other off. Once I got off I took a deep breath and took one last look before I walked into what some would call a hellhole.