A/N: So, this is the first fic I've written in a while, so correct me if I make any mistakes.

Disclaimer: Me: Can I own Maximum Ride?

JP: NO!

Me: Then can I own Bruno Mars?

JP: I don't own him, but I don't think so.

Me: Darn. You heard it yourself. Well, read it, but still! I don't own Maximum Ride OR Just The Way You Are. (The song, not the fic, which I own.)

Chapter One:

Memories

Hey people. My name is Max. Maximum Ride. Not that you really need to know. So, to get the introductions out of the way, I move around a lot. As in, I've-been-to-seventeen-schools-since-kindergarten a lot. Anyway, I'm in grade Eight. So I travel around with my mother, Valencia Martinez, and my step-siblings, Ari and Ella. Anyway, enough description. Let's get to the real part. The story.

"Max! Pack Up! We're moving to Charlotte Town, Prince Edward Island on Friday." I sighed inwardly. The same sentences I've heard seventeen times before. We're moving. Again. I looked around my bedroom. This one is in New York. The sky blue walls so covered in posters that you can barely even see the colour. I ran my fingers through my pink-streaked hair. This place was chaotic. In my school, it was mostly like Team Edward/Team Jacob kind of thing. So that's what I was. Nothing but a fan girl. So I got to work. Tear down posters, clean the room, pack up, the usual. Just another day trying to erase my mark on humanity.

"Max, are we almost there?" Ari asked.

"No, Ari" I sighed "The plane hasn't even taken off yet." I popped my earphones into my earlobes and pulled out my laptop. I have a ton of work to do. Every time I move, I'm a different person. Whether I'm anything like that doesn't matter. I just have to fit in. No matter what.

I'm not going to bore you with the details, but after an hour of searching, I came up with nothing. So I did what any normal person would do. I gave up. Shutting my laptop, I stared into my reflection. My bright brown eyes stared back at me. Who will I be?

"Max?" Ella said tentatively.

"Yes Ella?"

"Why do you always change who you are?

Good question, Ella. "To fit in."

Why can't you fit in by being yourself?" She shot back. Man, that girl is stubborn. But she has a point, Max. Shut up, mind. Oh well. Since I have nothing better, I know what I'll do.

Starting tomorrow, I'll be me.

A/N: So? How was it? Should I continue? Can you tell me, in as short as a one or two word review? I think so. Sorry for it being short, but it'll get better. I needed this chapter to be more of an introduction to Max, and stuff like that.

Guess the song of inspiration: (Guess it! And leave the title/artist in a review, please!)

Can we go back, this is the moment, tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over, so we'll put our hands up, cuz the ceiling _.

I borrowed that idea from CakeIsAGoodFriend. Check her out!

~Rain