Maximum Ride

By: Trent Baecker

I like to think of my life as a black hole.

Nothing good ever seems to happen anymore. I don't enjoy life like I used to, and I sure as hell don't want to. Not if he's not alive to do it with me.

Who, might you as, is he?

That person is my ******. My best friend. My partner in crime, (not literally, of course.) And the one person who understood me the best. Even if we didn't spend every second of every day together.

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"Max! Get your ASS down here!"

I suppose I don't blame her. My mother is the sweetest person ever. I'm completely serious. It takes a lot to piss her off, but when you do, you better watch out.

I have been up here quite a bit, lately. I'm depressed, what can I say?

It's not like no one else is… Oh, wait. It IS!

Nobody understands me, anymore. I hate it. To the extent of holing myself up in my room, listening to depressing music, and thinking about absolutely nothing. I don't cut myself or anything. I just don't particularly enjoy other people's company.

To straighten it out, I'm Maximum Ride. As I said before, I'm depressed. Not that anyone would ever figure that out… Except for one person, maybe…

"COMING!" God, she can be annoying sometimes, though.

I put my laptop on my night table, and climbed down the third floor stairs, and then the second. Yes, our house had three floors. The third of which, was completely mine for what I please.

As soon as I got down, the aroma of my mother's chocolate chip cookies filled my senses. Oh, how I love my mother's chocolate chip cookies… You know, if it were legal, I'd probably marry them. Or not. That might be a little weird. Although, I don't exactly know what weird is after watching Glee, and seeing Sue Sylvester – played by Jane Lynch – married herself in spite of not being able to find a man. I found that pretty inspirational. Taking control of your life. Not having to constantly depend on your partner, (no offence, boys.)

But, anyway. Back on topic. And on a happier note, summer is finally here, and eighth grade is officially in the past.

Yes, I had just finished eighth grade, and I'm starting high school in September. But, I'm way more mature than you'll ever be. Just saying.

Anyway, as I was saying, Mommy *A/N: I still call my mother Mommy. I'm fourteen, and I don't care.* just baked a fresh batch of cookies. Of course, I devoured three quarters of them before Ella, my adoptive sister (who looked freakishly a lot like my mom,) 14, or Dylan, my twin brother, fourteen (we're all fourteen,) as well, could have even one.

"MAX! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA DO THAT!" Ella shrieked. I could barely even hear her, anyway. I was too busy drowning in cookies.

"Just be glad she's not locked in her room for once." Dylan muttered. My immediate instinct was to smack him upside the head.

Mom – that's what I'll call her for you guys, not to her face, - opened her mouth slightly, raised her eyebrows, and put her hand on her hips, obviously looking for an apology to Dylan.

"I'm sorry, Momy, I feel terrible." I told her. *A/N: That's the scenario every time I bug my brother or sister. I say that, and this is how it plays out.*

"Yeah, I can tell," she said, used to the act, by now, and turned back to her book. She's always reading.

"Oh! By the way, the Baeckers *A/N: Haha, that's my last name. My name is Trent Baecker. I'm a girl. I couldn't think of a better last name for Fang's family, and I'm saving Walker for someone else. I'm done with these A/N things.* and the Griffiths are coming over for dinner tonight." She told us, then proceeded back to her book once again.

"And, you tell us this now?" I asked sarcastically.

She just looked at me showing she didn't care what I thought.

"Uuuuuugh!" I yelled in frustration and stomped out of the room. I never said I was the most mature person ever…

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Ding!

We an extremely obnoxious doorbell sound.

Nobody answered it.

Ding!

There it was, again. I'm gonna complain about that noise.

Still no answer.

DING! DING! DING!

I yelled in frustration for probably the sixth time today, and went to answer the door. I wore a scowl on my face until I reached the huge doors, and plastered a totally believable, yet fake smile.

"Hi, Emma!" Angel, Emma's youngest child, ran in squealing "Max!" and gave me a hug, as well as Gazzy. *You honestly do not want to know.* I hugged them back. I have a soft spot for children. Especially Angel and Gazzy.

"Hey, Hun," Emma replied, smiling, with her husband, Chris, behind her. *A/N: I changed my mind. Chris is my Dad's name.*

They walked in and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. It's a German/Italian thing. You get used to it. *A/N: I'm Belgian/German/Italian. I'm about as white as you can get without being totally pale. All the last names coming from me are German. Baecker means baker in German.*

When all that was over with, their oldest son, Nick, though everyone calls him Fang, walked in. I rolled my eyes and walked towards the backyard.

"Everyone's out back," I said, ushering them there. They knew where everything was, I was just being the lovely hostess Mom believed I was. And I was.

They all walked out, except for Fang. I didn't really care, so I tried to go back upstairs, I'm not much of the entertainer type, but Fang grabbed my wrist with little aggression, and I rolled my eyes again before turning around to face him.

I smiled sweetly at him, "Can I help you with something?"

His eyes gave off little to no emotion, what-so-ever.

"We need to talk." He stated simply.

Oh, boy.

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Okay, so this is my first FanFiction, sorry it's so short. And I don't think it was that great. It was just a general idea of all the characters so you know who's where and sort of what they're like. I know there were a lot of Author's Notes, but that's just for the first two or three chapters so you know where I get everything from. I personally hate them, unless absolutely necessary, so don't expect to see them so often.

Alright, so just to generalize the story so far, Max has some stuff going on that you're going to find out later on. She has a twin brother whose name is Dylan, who you'll be hearing more of later on, they're fourteen. Ella is Max's adoptive sister who looks strangely alike her and her mother but is also fourteen. *Hmm. Skeptical.* She loves Angel and Gazzy. Doesn't quite get along with Fang, just yet. I haven't introduced Iggy or Nudge, but they're coming. Alright, if the first part confused you, just wait and read. It's all building up to the main plot.

So, yeah. Sorry, that was long. It won't always be that long. I hate reading them too, I'm just trying to sum it up a bit.

Anyway, so you can go ahead and click that button below labeled, "Review this chapter" and give me your feedback. I'll try to incorporate as many of your ideas as I can, as well.

So, I think that's about it. The chapters are gonna be a HELL of a lot longer once I get at least 3 reviews for this one. Okay, I'm gonna go to sleep now cause it's, like, 6:00 am, but I had to finish and poste this. It's mostly based similar to my life, just letting you know cause anything in here that you don't recognize, its how it works for me.

Anyway,

Tootles

- Trent Baecker