Hey! I really hope that you like this story! It's based mainly on the story Westside Story but I wanted to change it around and make it my own and make it a Maximum Ride story! I really hope that you like it! And I'd like to dedicate this story to my English teacher, who's been talking too much about Westside Story in class instead of teaching us our real class! Hahahahah! So anyway, please R&R! I want to know what ya think of it so far! Thanks!
A Westside story
Prologue
Strength.
You can have everything in the world, but even if you did, you really had nothing if you didn't have that one thing.
You have nothing without strength, I'm sure of it now.
I can live without everything in this whole world if I only have strength. That is what I live on. It carries me threw the day and captures my soul with relief at night.
That's all I want in life:
Strength, because it's all I need . . .
-Max
Have you ever noticed how quickly the sun sets at night? And then how quickly it comes back up into a sunrise in the morning? All of a sudden, you're overwhelmed by the radiance and beautiful light that is beheld in front of you, then the next second, everything is dark. Nothing's left but the darkness. The darkness that lurks in your shadows, that fallows you through the days and the rest of your life. Gone, just like that. Everything that had meaning to you, and has ever made you smile, gone.
I've experienced something rather similar to this, only my sun didn't come back up in the morning to shine.
When I was eight years old, Angel – my sister – only one year old, my mom made choices that shattered my life into a million pieces. And the worst part about that is that I couldn't put my life back together.
One day, just like she always would, she'd go into the kitchen of our small apartment in New York City, dug threw the small fridge and pull out a large bottle of vodka. It was the morning, and she was supposed to be taking me to school. I was all ready for her to get her keys and tell me to go to the car, my little Dora Explorer backpack and lunchbox all ready for my first day of second grade. "Mamma, it's time to go!" I trilled, jumping up and down eagerly at the front door, "Mamma, I don't wanna miss my first day of school!"
My mom dragged herself up from the couch, groaning under her breath the whole time as she swiped her keys off the table, grabbed Angel and pushed me out the door.
Mamma was so much nicer when she was sober, I recall.
Mamma hobbled to the car, shaking and got us three in the car.
She backed out of the parking lot and into the busy streets, uncoordinated. The car screeched and jerked as she plunged on the gas and stomped on the brakes.
"Mamma . . ." I murmur as Angel starts crying in her baby seat.
She turns around in her seat, her jaw set and her eyes burning, "What?" She snapped at me, "I never wanted to have a kid at the age of seventeen!" She screams, "And even though I didn't want that, I'm stuck with you, Max! I never wanted you!"
Tears started to sting my eyes and I tried to wipe them away. I knew she didn't mean it, but her words still tugged at my heart.
"God! Why did you do this to me?!" She screamed at no one. "I don't want this life!"
"Mamma!" I cried and pointed out at the window at a bus that was coming our way.
She took one last look at me, her eyes desperate and loving and scared. "I love you," she whispered.
Then, the bus hit our car, the pressure braking all the glass windows, crunching the sides of the doors and flipping the car over twice.
And just like that, all of my light became darkness when Mamma's eyes didn't open.
Gone, just like that.
I was left in the darkness.
Alrighty then . . . So, tell me what ya think. If ya don't like this chapter I promise that the next chapter will be even better! Thanks for reading and please R&R! :D