A/n Soooo Hiya! Uh just felt like I should do something other than sleep this summer so I'm gonna start writing again. Okay so first of all I don't own MR but I do own the plot. I have never been to a military school and know nothing about all of the scientifical stuff in the story so all of that is completely made up. Other than that enjoy the story.

Hadley Educational Laboratory. Acronym H.E.L. Pronounced hell. That's right I'm going to school at a place called hell. Charming isn't it? Isn't a lab called hell where you've always dreamed to going to school? Somewhere where scientists can just drug anyone who doesn't comply with every single rule? No? Me either.

I was sent to Hadley purely because no other school can handle me. Hadley started out as a lab about ten years ago but then some brilliant scientist discovered this revolutionary "cure" for violence. It was then transformed into a sort of military school and rather than changing the name they simply added educational. Voile instant detention facility.

The "cure" is still in the testing stages so only America's most hated children get to try it out. Kids whose parents have nowhere else to turn. Kids like me. My name is Maximum Ride, Max for short, and I am a devious unstoppable teenage criminal. No I haven't killed anyone. Yet. The staff at Hadley has me hovering near the edge of murder. I'm here because I've been kicked out of 16 military schools in the last 3 years and my parents have nowhere else to send me to. Murders aren't allowed at Hadley. The students here have to meet very specific qualifications.

All students must be between ages 12 and 18. They must be extremely violent. They are the types of students other schools just can't handle. The kind of kids breaking out of their schools or selling drugs to other students. Those brilliant and violent enough to be perfect criminals. The most elite criminal teenagers in the country. I fell honored.

The Hadley campus is basically like any other military school: a few concrete buildings, lots of walls and chicken wire, and last but not least the ugliest meanest staff possible. I was being shown around by a large creature with thick hairy arms and a large lumpy head. I couldn't tell if it was male or female so we will just call it she-man.

She-man was showing me the grounds giving me the usual spiel you get when arriving at a new school. I stopped listening to those after my third military school. It's always the same "no drugs or alcohol, no partying, no leaving campus, killing is frowned upon…"Blah blah blah. All I needed to know was where classes were, where my room was, and what time they served the food. The rest I can figure out on my own. We finally made it to my room and I started listening to she-man again.

"You must be here by eleven every night. There is a lounge for both boys and girls down the hall. Breakfast is at seven in the morning and classes start at eight. Dinner is served at six thirty at night. Lunch is after classes in the morning and you go back to class. You won't have to go to afternoon classes today because you showed up late. Cameras are all over the halls so don't try anything. Unpack your stuff and be in the cafeteria for lunch in five." She-man said before pounding down the hall to torture some other delinquent.

I frowned and tossed my duffel bag on the bed. I had a single. One bed one set of drawers and one tiny closet. All white and extremely clean. At least I wouldn't have a roommate. In my experiences I've figured out roommates either: A) Break the rules and get you in trouble, B)Rat you out when you break the rules, or C) Are totally losers.

I started back down the hall and followed the loud noises to where I assumed would be the cafeteria. I burst through the doors and surveyed my new home, at least for awhile. If I played it right I could be out of here in a few weeks. There was the usual array of angsty looking teenagers, lots of black clothes, piercings, and eyeliner (and not just on chicks). There were a few spots of color around the room, a sky blue sweatshirt in a corner, red sunglasses being tossed around the room, but mostly black everywhere. The room smelled suspiciously like burning flesh and rotting meat and it was full of loud teens. Fun.

I made my way around the crowd towards the line to get food. The choices appeared to be cardboard, plastic, and mystery meat. I chose cardboard and went to find a seat. Choosing the right place to sit was crucial. You don't want to sit with pansies that will cry and follow every rule, but sitting with obvious rule breakers will get you in to trouble. Sitting alone is always an option, you seem mysterious and dangerous. The friends come to you. And with the right friends with the right connections it is easy enough to smuggle in anything you need. Like normal food for example. But sitting alone also singled you out for the staff and you do not want them watching you any more than they were required to.

I finally decided on a small group sitting near the outskirts of the crowd. There were four kids at the table. They looked silent but capable enough to cause trouble and not get caught. The youngest there was a blond girl that looked about twelve. She looked sweet and innocent enough but had a mischievous glint in her eyes and a sly smile. A boy sat next to her, probably around fourteen, he looked a lot like the younger girl. They had the same blond hair and light blue eyes. Next came a girl probably around fifteen with mocha colored skin and curly dark brown hair. She was sitting next to a guy around my age with spiky blond hair and cloudy gray eyes.

"Hey I'm Max." I said as I sat down next to the older guy at the table.

"Iggy." He said as he nodded his head in my direction.

"I'm Nudge" said the older girl "and that's Angel and Gazzy."

Hmm weird names but then again I've heard weirder. "What are you guys here for?" I asked.

"Gazzy and I blew up another military school using only peanut butter, a sweatshirt, and a couple matches." Iggy said.

"I hacked the FBI database." Nudge stated proudly.

"I orchestrated a major attempt to infiltrate the white house." Angel stated with a huge grin on her face. "What about you?"

"I just got kicked out of a bunch of other schools."

"What for?" Gazzy asked sounding surprised I had made it in for such a benign reason. Frankly I was too but I figured they had another reason that I would find out about eventually.

"Nothing major. Being a smart ass, sneaking out, locking teachers in their classrooms…"

"Cool," Gazzy said. We kept conversing and by the end of the hour I knew everything I needed to know about the school and my new group. Angel and Gazzy were brother and sister and they had met Iggy and become friends a few schools ago. Iggy was a blind pyro and Gazzy was his assistant. Angel was a devious criminal mastermind. They had hooked up with Nudge when they had come to Hadley. She was this insane hacker. There was one other guy in their group. Some kid named Fang. He was in isolation right now for switching off a few cameras so he could sneak out after curfew (Curfew was at eleven.)

"We'll see you tomorrow Max." Iggy said because I wasn't starting classes until tomorrow.

"Okay."

"Bye Max." Angel yelled as she and the others were rushed towards the door towards the school buildings.

"Bye!" I yelled back as I started towards the other door. I walked down the hall towards my room. My room was at the very end of the hall. It was the only door still plain white. Every other door in the hallway was covered with posters of screamo bands, bumper stickers, or some other sort of decoration. The door next to mine was covered in every color of duct tape possible. Hot pink, lime green, black, orange, baby blue, even tie-dye duct tape. Glittery writing wrote two names on the door. Nudge and Angel. Figures.

I got back to my room and found a set of sheets on the bed. I made the bed and lay down on it. Something was bothering me. Why was I here? Yes I was a devious plotting teenager with a knack for pissing adults off. Yes I could get myself kicked out of schools in less than a month. But I wasn't this giant uncontrollable criminal. Iggy, Nudge, Gazzy, and Angel seemed like good kids, but they had all committed major crimes. I hadn't.

Why could I be here? It couldn't be because of my criminal history. All of that was minor. And it couldn't be because of all the schools I'd been kicked out of. There were lots more schools I could go through before this was the last place I could go to. That left only Jeb. Jeb was my stepdad, and he hated me. The feeling was mutual. He was the one that convinced my mom to send me to that first military school. And things just got worse from there. Jeb was also filthy rich and a renowned scientist. It was possible that he used some scientist connections and a lot of money to buy me into this school. I wouldn't put it past him.

My mom had married Jeb about three years ago. Jeb loved my little sister Ella. She was about two years younger than me and she was sweet and innocent. She was basically every parent's idea of a perfect child. Ella had straight A's, a nice boyfriend, and nice friends. When I had lived with them I had been the exact opposite of Ella. I'd barely passed all my classes, beat up any guy who asked me out, and most of my friends were criminals and druggies. I'd been arrested once for a crime I didn't even commit. I was just there with one of my friends.

Jeb had sent my away because I wasn't perfect. So he cut me out of his life. I didn't resent Ella for being perfect. In a fact I really love her. But I wasn't going to be perfect and preppy so Jeb would keep me around. That just wasn't me. I don't conform, I don't behave, and I don't change myself to be what other people expect. I loved my mom too even though she let Jeb send me away. The only person I truly hated in my family was Jeb.

So I was pretty sure that Jeb had sent me here. That was low even for that bastard. I was in hell thanks to my evil stepfather. Luckily hell was no match for Maximum Ride.

A/n so hope you liked it. Rant of the day: running. I hate it. The end.