Fed Hello my people! So good to be writing again! This is my second fan fiction, and it is based on the story Cinderella, but in modern times in Maximum Ride form. I have done research, and only 8 people have done this story. And I'm gonna add to that with my version, and lots of Kick-Ass action. And Fang's not gonna play football-in case you people are wondering. So, read on, fly on, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. No Cinderella, no Maximum Ride plots/characters. I do own my imagination though!
Enjoy! R&R!
Beware: MAX CAN COOK IN THIS STORY!
Once upon a time….
Max Pov:
I was very happy with my life; everyone always said they wanted a different one, but not me. I was the happiest girl in the world. I loved my mom so much. My mom was the greatest person in the world, as well as my best friend. She would read me fairy tales every night, the ones with the princess and the prince rescuing her from her despair, and living happily ever after.
My dad left my mom when I was two. No papers, no goodbyes, nothing. I don't even remember his name or what he looked like. It was always my mom and I, not that I cared. I never missed him-whoever he was- and I never envied those who had one. I just didn't care. My mom always told me I had his boyish personality, his brown hair, and his skill for anything athletic.
My name is Max, short for Maximum. My mom was very original when it came to names. She kept saying she didn't want any cliché name like other people- and for that I was glad. Our last name was Martinez. I had dirty blond hair and I was very tall. My mom always said it was a growth spurt. We did everything together but shopping- I have always hated shopping. When I was eleven years old, on my 12th birthday, my mom and I went to the ice cream store to get my huge Oreo cake that she bought for me. I had no friends except for a two: Nudge and Ella. Even though they love shopping and try to tie me to a chair for a makeover, I couldn't ask for better friends.
Anyways, when I got home, I was surprised to see a man standing in our kitchen. His name was Jeb. My mom's secret boyfriend and I didn't like him for one reason: he was filthy, and had two daughters- Lissa and Brigid and they all looked at me like I was dirt on their shoes, and my mom was their money bag. Yes, we weren't rich, but not poor. We were wealthy enough to live in a really nice neighborhood and in a big house. She was a vet and had a huge clinic where she opened herself and made a fortune.
But what I hated about that day was that she was getting married.
Two months later after she got married, she began to become weak. She couldn't do things like she used to. Turns out, she had cancer that was very rare and hard to notice until the last minute. The last thing I remember before she died in my arms was her telling me "I've lived my story, go live yours".
Turns out my mom didn't leave a will, so my dad got the Veterinarian clinic, the house, everything. And that's when I was moved to the top of the house, and even though it had an amazing view of the small city I lived near and a balcony, it just wasn't as great as the room that was next to my mom's old room. From that day on, I became a slave in my own house.
This is my story.
So, that's the chapter, and I hope everyone likes it! Please review! I'd like to have at least 3 reviews a chapter! That would be awesome!
MAX: Dude, so, I'm gonna have to actually be a girl?
ME: No, you are going to be a different kind of girl.
MAX: Can't wait to see where this is going…
Life's a ride. Enjoy it.
