A/N- Here goes my 2nd try on a story! Except this one I actually have planned out! And it will be more fun for me to write, thus longer chapters!!! Enjoy!!!

Iggy: You know…you act like you're all that.

Me: Oh who said I was acting Mr. WannaBeLoser?

Iggy: Well, at least I'm in Maximum Ride. Therefore I am cool. And who is the one with WINGS???

Me: You…BUT who is the one who gets to write this fanfic and control everything you do and say?

Iggy: Oh crap…well….you have nothing to do with the REAL Maximum Ride series! Ha!

Me: It's true….I don't own Maximum Ride…dang you James Patterson! -shakes fist in air-

Iggy: Seriously, who shakes their fist in the air anymore…? NO ONE! Who's the WannaBeLoser now???

Me: You're still the WannaBeLoser, now shut up and let the people of fan fiction read my marvelous story!

Iggy: Marvelous…sure….keep dreaming…

Me: Don't make me force you to sing Hannah Montana or High School Musical!!!

Iggy: Ok, I'll shut up! Anything but Hannah Montana or High School Musical!!!!!!!

Me: That's what I thought ;)

Max POV

The bright flashes of cameras blinded me as I walked up to the doors of the party I was heading to. I had just finished my most recent movie, 1,000 Leagues Under The Sea (A/N sorry I couldn't think of another movie name!!), so of course there had to be a movie premier for it. But that meant wearing a dress, something that didn't cover up my legs completely, making me feel all exposed and open to the world….-shudder-. Ok, so its obvious I don't like dresses right? Well, my mother FORCED me to wear heels…which I HATE. They're like death-traps! One minute your struttin' your stuff, and the next you're lying in the hospital bed, wondering what the hell happened. So if I end up in the hospital, blame my mother. I think I'd actually have the right to sue her…AWESOME!!!

"Max! Up here! C'mon it's almost over babe!" Oh yeah, I have a boyfriend, Sam. He's not famous, but his dad was the director of my movie. So we met each other and then..yeah…you get it.

"I know, I know. Only like 3 hours left! Because that's not long at all.." I said sarcastically, walking up the red carpet towards him. When I finally reached his tall, muscled body, he wrapped his strong arm around my waist. I reached up and ruffled his sandy colored hair, and he grinned at me. It was my grin. Yeah, I'm just that special, I have a perfect boyfriend. WHAT NOW??? I know you're jealous…it's ok, you can envy me.

"Max!!! Gimme a pose baby! Yeah, that's it darling! Show us what 'ya got!!!" Oh, movie premiers also include snobby, obnoxious photographers. And the worse part is, they tell you to 'show us what we got' even when you're fat!!! I mean I'm not fat, but they do that to every star on red carpets! Even MICHAEL JACKSON who is like 99% plastic! Well, because I like my career as being an actress, I did a mini pose kinda thing, you know where you put your hand on your hip and kinda put most of your weight on one leg? Yeah, that's my signature. My great-great-grandmother was the very 1st one to do that, and apparently all the girls in my family have been actresses at least once and they followed that signature pose.

"Hey, hey Max! Over here! Come on hun give us something to work with!" I posed for that random dude, -he didn't even have a camera like WTF?- and then basically ran as fast I could without tripping in my freaking heels. I burst open the door, only to get hit in the face with a beer bottle by some drunk freak. He earned a kick in the place where the sun don't shine, and if it did before somehow, it certainly didn't anymore. He bent down, holding his precious spot, and fled out like a dog with his tail behind his legs. I, on the other hand, went to find a bathroom in this hell-hole to check my now bleeding nose. Unfortunately, people at parties with famous people get a little too excited. So on my search, I got hit in the ear, jabbed by an elbow in the stomach, and my feet probably got stepped on at least 7 times. I would have happily returned these painful deeds, but I could feel my nose bleeding down over my lips -eewwww it tasted horrible!- and dripping down my chin. Not fun.

I had finally gotten to the door that had the little female lady sign on it, and I was pleased to find out that when I went in, all the ladies saw my gory face, screamed their asses off, and ran out. I like to have that effect on people, it makes me feel all bad-ass and not girly. I calmly walked up to the huge mirror and glanced at myself. Huh, I thought, I can see why those wimps ran out so fast. I was actually surprised they didn't trip, because they were wearing even higher heels than I was. I grabbed a bundle of paper towels, ran them under the fancy-schmancy faucet. Wincing, I slowly dabbed at my dried blood that had plastered itself to my face. Ugh. Lovely. Now for the real problem. My nose. It had kinda twisted so that it was left at an awkward angle, and I am NOT good with doctors. Or hospitals. I closed my nose, put all my fingers on either side of my nose, and jerked it into place. HOLY SHIT!!!! I have a tip for you guys, NEVER, and I mean NEVER try fixing your own broken nose. You know how in movies, how you see the people just wince when they do it? Well, that's just acting as you probably know. It was painful enough to make me let out a soft whimper. Me, Maximum Ride, whimpering because of a simple slightly broken nose.

I nearly jumped right out of my dress when my phone started buzzing, tickling my leg. A text message. I thought I told people to never text me during premiers? Huh, guess people these days just don't know how to listen. I looked at the message anyways, curious enough to look at the message that had to be important. In those small little black letters, those black letters that formed words I never wanted to see, was the message:

Max, we're moving. I'm sorry, but this neighborhood is too expensive, even for a celebrity like you. Your performing arts school is very expensive, and our new president is raising the taxes on our house even more. I know you love it here, and you have so many friends, but this has just become too much to handle. I know you can make new friends.

Love you lots,

Mom

(P.S- We will be moving to California. It's much brighter than it is here, in Hollywood.)

WTF???? I'M MOVING??? I JUST BROKE MY NOSE AND NOW I'M FINDING OUT THAT IM MOVING??? I took off my heels, threw them in the trash can, and ran out to find Sam as fast as I could. I had to tell him. Maybe he could find out a way for me to stay here. I found him by the snacks table, leaning on one arm, talking to some slut dressed in a strapless crimson red dress with a very low neckline. Oh, and figures her dress was also extremely short and she had on those high heels too. What is with people and heels these days? Pushing the thought of heels off of my mind. I raced over to Sam, saying, "What the hell are you doing flirting with this slut?"

He turned to me, looking like he didn't even care how my heart was being torn into 2 right now. All he said was, "List Max, baby, you know that I love you, but I just need to step up to some one who will be more…cooperative with me."

That pushed me over the edge, so I pushed the thing away from him, snarling to my now ex-boyfriend, "What? More cooperative with you in bed? Is that all that you wanted? So now your some obnoxious, sexist pig? Fine then! I'm moving anyways! Have fun with your little playmate!" I couldn't help but knee that little, insensitive, stupid, heartless jerk in the stomach.

That's when Miss. Perfect walked up to me, clearly upset that I had injured her dear, new boyfriend. "Who do you think you are to just knee my boyfriend in the stomach? He could have gotten seriously injured!!! Why you little…!" She flung towards me, her pedicured-nails attempting to scratch me. Wow. How lame. And I wondered if she knew was trying to hurt him. I danced out of the way, quick on my feet, and kicked her in the back of her knee. She fell to the floor with a wimpy, high pitched, snotty wail of pain. I walked away proudly, pushing past everyone like I was on top of the world, though, inside, my heart had broken apart. You know what? I don't need that lying weasel. I'm moving, which is a chance to get a new, better, more loyal boyfriend. But, as I was on my way out, I saw a bunch of my friends running in, ushering over to Sam who was still hunched over like an idiot, and they began to take him towards the bathroom. They hadn't even noticed me standing here, on the sidewalk, RIGHT IN FRONT OF THEM!!! Some friends I have, now at least I can be some what excited to be moving to California. That also means that there will be beach boys, and POOLS! I LOVED pools! Especially with slides that splash you into the clear blue water! Now I was tempted to go to Dorney Park's water park. And it was in the middle of Fall. Sigh. I wanted the days to pass by faster, so I could go into the water again. I don't know why, but I've always loved the beach. The sand on your feet, the heat on your skin, the water brushing lightly over your toes….so relaxing. Hey! California has a beach! I could get a beach house! I had to get home A.S.A.P! I dashed over to my midnight blue Camaro, completely forgetting the scene that had just happened all because I started thinking about pools. Wow. But I can't help it! I stepped on the gas, probably speeding but not really worrying about getting a ticket, and drove in anxiety until I pulled into my driveway.

I walked up the steps of our massive house (no wonder we can't pay for it anymore, or any of the other houses here) shoved the key into the lock, heaved the door open, and sped into my mom's room. (my dad left my family when I was born. I don't know why, but I have a feeling I wouldn't like him) I found her already packing boxes filled with pictures and crap from her room. Being a blunt person who is very to-the-point-ish I came out and asked right away, "Mom, when we move to California, can we get a house by the beach??? Please Mom? PLEASE PLEASE PLEAASSEEE????" I was jumping up and down now, excitement filling my veins. I have no idea what I would do if she said no.

Which is exactly why I started screaming like I was a mad man when she replied, "I already got a house. It's bigger than this one, but less cheap. And our backyard is the beach." My mom had to cover her ears so that her ear drums wouldn't bust when I screamed. See? I told you I screamed like a mad man. When I was done celebrating in her room, I got out my phone (an Iphone :D) and texted Nudge and Angel the great news. Nudge and Angel replied quickly, having being the ages of 13 and 15, both of their replies being YAAAAAYYY!!!!! Nudge's rambled on about how she always wanted to live by the beach, and how there would be so many parties, and cute guys, and blah blah blah. I received 4 more texts from Nudge, most of them being about guys and parties. All of which I deleted immediately after I saw the words "guys' and "beach parties" and I shuddered when she mentioned "bikinis".

I opened the door to my room, which was pretty cool. There weren't many posters or anything antiques, so my part would be easy. I had 3 dark purple walls, and the one where the backboard to my black bed leaned up against was a deep sapphire blue. I had one stripe going through the whole room, which was a sparkly silver outlined in black. My bed sheets for my queen size bed were a background of black, with random polka-dots colored deep purple and deep blue, and rings like hollow dots colored silver. I had a dark wooden dresser, which held everything besides my dressed and shirts. Those went in the walk in closet with all my shoes that I was FORCED to buy. In my closet, I had a rotating jewelry hanger that I hung all my necklaces, bracelets, and earrings on. I also had a balcony that I must admit had a horrible view. It was lingering over the streets, and an alley where there was an illegal drug dealer. Wonderful. So every night when I tried sleeping, I would hear "Nah, the Vodka is 7$. 'Ya gotta pay the price, man." It's a terrible influence, especially on a 17 year old girl. Besides the balcony, my room kicked ass. During my thoughts, I had started packing, and was already done with the closet and almost finished with the dresser. All that left was getting a moving van to take my bed and now-empty dresser. Wow that was fast. I hadn't even realized that Nudge and Angel had walked in about when I had started packing, so they were also finished with their rooms.

I saw the moving van outside already. Wow. Time had passed by so quickly. Before we knew it, the moving peoples, who were ENCREDIBLY buff and "totally ripped" according to Nudge. It was amusing being able to watch her and Angel drool over the "hot'" guys that they never had a chance with. I wondered if they knew that. I think that, at one point, Nudge asked one out to get coffee, even though she hated it. I THINK (you never know with Nudge) that she was TRYING to appear older. It failed epically. Of course she thought it was really and truly working….until the worker rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Kids. Ya gotta love'em." After that she had walked away dejectedly, while I was standing there laughing my ass off with Angel. We started rolling on the floor, and it was one of those moments where everyone just randomly started joining in with our laughter, even the workers! Well…everyone but Nudge, who stomped dramatically up the stairs and slammed her door shut. We only laughed harder. Aww, poor little Nudge…hehe.

And then finally, FINALLY, it was time to go to bed. Except there were no beds…or blankets….or pillows…oh dear lord…We ended up having to sleep on the floor, which was HARDWOOD!!! It was the only floor they would allow us to sleep on because all the others were carpet and had gotten cleaned that day for the next people that would live here. Yeah, we're just that kind. The whole lot of us, (me, Mom. Angel, and Nudge) all got to sleep on a creaky, uncomfortable, hardwood floor that night. I don't think any of us got ANY sleep, 1. Because Angel and Nudge kept talking about how excited they were, 2. Because have you ever slept on a hard floor with no blankets, pillows, or mattresses? And 3. Because I think I swallowed a bug. Isn't this just the best day for me? Actually, in some ways it was, and some ways it wasn't. But at least, by tomorrow afternoon, we should be fully un-packed into our new house. I think that must have also been a reason I couldn't sleep, my excitement gives me energy. Plus, my mom kicks her feet when she sleeps…ow….and of course I was right next to her and she was on the edge. So I was the only one who had to feel the wrath of her feet….so gross, and not to mention painful! You never know how hard a mother can kick until you feel it! Like seriously, she had some damn strong muscles in those legs! And to think I thought she was fat….but that still didn't make my energy leave me, so I got away with being able to roll all over my family, kick them, throw my hand over their faces while pretending to sleep, and one time, when I pretended to be having a bad dream, I actually got up on my knees and grabbed some one by the shoulders and shook them. Yeah, I'm thinking I had a good day now. I'm so proud of myself for looking at the bright side of things.

I hope you liked it! The end was kind of a filler, because the next chapter has to start off a certain way! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! Without reviews, I don't know how I did :'( so please review, do it for the sake of Iggy not being a WanneBeLoser anymore!

Iggy: Hey!!!

Me: Oh just shut up already and deal with it. You know it's true!

Iggy: Well….kinda yeah…I can see where you're getting at…

Me: I'm so proud of you. Your admitted You're a WannaBeLoser!

Iggy: Yeah…I found my true state of mind! A WannaBeLoser! I could be WannaBeLoser super hero!!! Yeah..I can see it now -stares off dreamily into space-

Me: Ok then…-slowly backs away- BUH-BYE!

PEACE OUT PEOPLES!!!!

~Seastar1196

(P.S-Do not forget to review!!!!! They make me happy!!!! And they make Iggy less….weird!!!!)