Chapter One
A/N: Hello, and welcome to my first FanFiction story! I don't have much to say, but I hope you enjoy it! Oh, and it's an all-human Maximum Ride Fic.
Disclaimer: If I owned Maximum Ride, do you think I would be writing a FanFiction story? Nah, I don't think so. I also don't own any songs, as I am too tone-deaf to be a singer.
Claimer: I do own my bowl of Raisin Bran (YUM!), and this dinosaur computer!
-Grace, AKA Maximumride732
I sat in my room with tears silently streaming down my face. This happened almost every day. I would get ordered around like a slave by my stepmother and two stepsisters that act more like wild animals than people who have grown up in a mansion with their own personal slave, also known as step-sister (that would be me). I hated it, everything about it. They ruled the school I attended and tried to make my life a living hell. It wasn't fair, but I didn't know how to stop it. My only college tuition money was coming from what my father left to me in his will, and my stepmother had control of that for the next nine months until I turn eighteen. I missed my father so much, but he died eight years ago and I didn't want to dwell on the past, as there was no hope of him coming and rescuing me, as I used to wish for. I turned on a song that I loved when I was ten, and still loved. I sang with the fast-paced lyrics, my tears drying with the song.
(Bleed It Out by Linkin Park)
Yeah here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fucking mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is you can stop and stare
Run myself out and no one cares
Dug a trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere
Yeah someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out, go, stop the show
Choppy words in a sloppy flow
Shotgun, I pull, lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new Hearse
Can't contain him he knows he works
Fuck this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him?
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out
I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I pulled myself so far
I'll make you face this now
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I smiled to myself as the song ended. Okay, the song was a bit heavy for a ten year old, but I was seventeen now, and the song was a classic Linkin Park song. It was my anthem through some hard times when I felt like I was being walked all over (which, I mean, I was).
"Maxine Ride!" my stepmother, Anne called into my room. Whatever happened to knocking? Well I guess I wasn't special enough for that. " What are you doing!" She didn't say it like a question, but she did seem angry.
"It's Maximum, dearest stepmother," I remarked, knowing I'd pay for it later. "And I was listening to music. Was I supposed to be doing something else?" I asked, confused. It's been this way since my father died. My life is kind of a cliché, because of my evil stepmother, and two stepsisters, Brigid and Lissa. We lived in a small town called Warren in Arizona. Might as well give me an apron and rename me Cinderella.
"Why aren't you cleaning? I wanted you to clean out the twins' dresser!"
I tried to make a good comeback, but for some reason I couldn't. I knew I'd already be in trouble for what I said to her a minute ago, and there was no point in making it worse. I nodded, and then remembered that Anne wasn't even looking at me, but instead in my tidy room, probably thinking about how her room should look like this and how she would tell me to clean it later. "Why does it need cleaning?"
"The girls are on a diet, so we don't want any baggy clothes," she said, and I snorted. I know, very ladylike, I am. But Brigid and Lissa were twigs!
I said, "Whatever," under my breath and looked at the clock. Crap. I was late for baseball, again because of Anne. The guys would skin me alive unless I got there soon.
I knew I should've listened to Anne, but instead waited until she left my room, slamming the door, and then jumped out the window and hit the ground, running without a pause. The cleaning could wait until later.
A/N: So that was my first of (hopefully) many FanFicton stories. Sorry the chapter was a bit boring, but it will get exciting. Remember to favorite, like, and review on the story, or you can PM me.
Bye!
-Grace