Disclaimer:

I do not own Maximum Ride, but this story is mine.

Chapter One

My name's Amorie, and I'm just your average fourteen year old girl. Okay, scratch that because unless being normal means you have wings and have never been to school before, then I'm not. I sat up in my bed and looked at the two other girls in my room.

Lena, the youngest, was twelve and had a bed near the back of the room. Her light blonde hair was pulled into a braid, and she was snuggled under her pink blanket. Jordan was my age but a little younger, and her bed was closer to mine. Her strawberry colored hair was down and flowing onto her bed. We also called her "snow white" because of how pale she was. And to be honest, I had a massive crush on her, and it honestly felt like more than crush. One more reason why I'm not your "average" fourteen year old girl.

Our door busted open, and Jordan shot up.

"Who's there?" She yawned.

It was the boys. There was my younger brother, Thorn, a really tall thirteen year old with light brown hair, Dean, our friend who was around my age but younger, and George, Lena's twin brother.

"Breakfast is ready!" George yelled, walking over to his sister.

He shook her, but she rolled over and groaned.

"Lena, wake up!" He imitated his fathers voice and pushed her out of her bed.

She fell and moaned, "George!"

He giggled and pulled her up.

All six of us started walking down the stairs.

"I wonder what we're going to do today. Hopefully we can go out today! I need new clothes. I'm getting tired of the ones I have now, and I'm getting a little too big for them. My skinny jeans are getting more tight, and my regular jeans are getting skinny," Dean rambled. All of us had a theory that he was gay, but every time we said something about it he'd change the subject.

We grabbed our plates of toast and eggs and sat down.

"So, I guess we're going to fix Angel's garden today," Jordan looked at the twins, who threw their heads back in unison.

The day before, the twins thought it would be a good idea to drop one of Jordan's old explosives into their aunt's small flower garden she started planting when I was little. Since it was Jordan's explosive, she had to help too.

"Um, where are your glasses?" Thorn looked at Jordan.

"They're…um…" She looked around the air.

See, it was that kind of awkwardness that made her so adorable. She constantly left her glasses lying somewhere, and I always found them.

"They're in our room. I put them on the dresser," I laughed.

She ran upstairs, and we heard her fall down about twice, tripping over Lena's stuff most likely. Then she raced back down the stairs, her black-rimmed glasses hanging off of her nose.

After breakfast, we all went outside, and sure enough our parents….weren't there? There was a note on the wall from my mom that said that they were out flying or whatever and that I was in charge.

So, Dean, Thorn, and I flew, while the other three fixed the garden. My black wings glittered in the sunlight, my black hair now pulled into a ponytail.

I loved the feeling of the wind on my wings, even if couldn't fly too high. Even though we lived in a pretty secluded area, our parents were worried about us. They were worried the scientists would come back but for us instead. I remember when my own parents told me about why we had we wings, why we had special abilites, why we didn't go to school. My brother and I had nightmares and ended up sharing a bed sometimes, despite the fact we hated each other.

We were all pretty tired at around dinner, so Jordan just made a really quick dinner, sandwiches, and we went to bed.

I heard our parents come back, but I didn't bother getting up. My mom did come in, though, just to make sure nothing happened while we were gone.

At around midnight I was woken up by something scratching on my window. I figured it was just a tree, so I flopped back down. But then I heard a voice, a voice that was sweet like honey but cold as ice at the same time. And I knew that it wasn't a nightmare. Because no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't just wake up.