AN: I don't own Maximum Ride sadly :'( Anyways wish me good luck! I will need it because to my friends say I am helpless -_- Sooo not true! What is wrong with them? Do you think that! Better not *Death Glare*
Any who lets get on to my fantabulious story!
"Wake up! Get your lazy self, off my couch right now!" Jeb yelled at me and I purposely ignored him. I hear him curse me out and I roll off the damn, ugly, blood stained couch.
I get two pop tarts and throw one at Jeb's head making him scream threats at me I casually shrug it off and take off to the woods ignoring him, yep sounds good to me. I don't look back as I run into the woods I tug my hoodie of myself and unfurl my 14 feet wings.
Yep you heard me correctly, wings. I soar into the air whooping and cheering for myself. The most fun I ever have in the hell hole I live in. Soon and sadly I have to go back to the hell hole.
Jeb greets me with a slam on my stomach with a wooden spoon.
"Best tool ya'll have ever used buddy, but you don't scare me with a stupid kitchen thingy thing." Yup that was my amazing kitchen knowledge
"You're a little speck of dust and that's why I am dumping you in Arizona, but first why don't I add to that scare collection, sounds good to me." Jeb retorts to me while with drawing a kitchen knife. I cower like a dear caught in a head light.
I struggle against his iron grip and manage to get bruises, cuts, and more scars before escaping to my room, aka closet. I dump all of stuff into a duffel bag and run back out to the living room by the front door.
"Good, at least you don't want to stay here because I am sick of looking at your pathetic face." Jeb grabs my arm and drags me out to his minivan.
Sorry a little cliché but it will be better in the second chapter hopefully!
