I hope everybody likes it. This is my first Maximum Ride Fanfic.
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. I am not that awesome.
Seventeen is a Deadly Number
I'm Maximum Ride, a great singer, a smart girl, and deadly. I usually keep the deadly part to myself; don't want to freak too many people out. I live with my adopted mother, her daughter Ella Martinez, my brother Iggy Ride, and my sister Angel Ride.
Iggy, Angel, and I's parents died around the time Angel was born. That was eight years ago and I still never talked about them. It doesn't hurt; they kicked me out when I was eleven. Iggy was five at the time and our parents adored him and little two year old Angel. Apparently it had been too costly to keep me around, so I was kicked out.
I knew my way around town so I went straight to an adoption agency. They easily took me in their care. Soon after though word around town was that my parents were abusing Iggy and Angel. I went out looking for the agency woman whom I had first spoken to and told her what I heard. She had called the police and they went to my old house, coming right into a scene where my father was beating little Angel. They immediately arrested my parents and brought my brother and sister to the agency.
Three years later my new mother had taken us in. Being fourteen I had hormonal problems, though I was happy to be out of the agency. There was finally someone who wanted my family and I. Soon later I discovered why, but that's a story for a different time.
A year after being adopted I began going to school. The other kids laughed at me and picked on me because I was smart. I was a loner, nobody wanted to be friends with a 'nerd'. No one new that while I was at the agency i was trained in combat. Weapons or no weapons I was deadly. I couldn't teach Iggy yet, he barely understood anything even though he now goes to school also. He just happened to be a good kid and had a lot of friends.
Being at school again reminded me that I very much dislike people who aren't family. They remind me too much of my true parents.
After two years of school, being bullied and picked on, I finally stood up for myself.
Flash Back, the day I turned seventeen.
I was walking trough the halls towards my Algebra 3 class when some jerk purposefully pushes me into the lockers. I snap my head back and forth looking for the culprit. There! The Blonde Bimbo, Dylan, had a smug look on his face trying to contain his laughter. Today was my freaking birthday and someone was already ticking me off!
So I walk up to the Bimbo, pocking his very muscular chest."Who do you think you are? Thinking you can just push me into the effing lockers! I've had enough of everybody's bull crap. I've been here three years and none of yau'll have changed how you act towards me. This ends today," my hands were clenched in fists, ready to fire. My entire stance said that I was going to punch him, though he payed no attetion to that. He just had a shcocked, and kind of scared expression on his face. Yeah, my words have had ice in them since age eleven.
Finally my fist rose and connected with his face. I made sure it was not a death blow, just one to break his nose. After that everyone stayed away from me. That was the day I got my courage back.
End of Flash Back
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