"Now you will turn your skinny little butt in the opposite direction and never so much as think about terrorizing this girl again." I spat at Sam one of this school's many players after I punched him in the gut.

"Come on Maxi, I was just playing with Angel over there. Wanna join our little game?" Sam asked wiggling his eyebrows a little.

"How about we play a new game Sam. One where I pound your ugly face into the ground!" I threatened my hands balled into fists.

"I'm leaving! Just give me a call when you change your mind." He said winking as he walked off.

"Thank you." I heard a small voice say behind me. I turned around and saw the girl Sam was harassing. She looked about 14 or 15, probably a freshmen.

"No problem. I just wish I could of stopped it before it happened." I told her as I stuck my hand out, "I'm Max."

"I'm Angel. I just moved here. Thanks again." She said shyly shaking my hand.

"No problem. So where you headed to Angel? I'll walk you wherever it is. You know, just in case the place is infested with jerks like Sam." I told her with a grin as she laughed. Oh and the fact that once I'm home if Jeb is there he'll beat the crud out of me.

"I'm just headed home, and the only jerk there is my twin brother Gazzy." She replied as she mimicked my grin.

"I'll protect you from him!" I yelled jumping into a super hero pose.

"You might need a gas mask." Angel said smiling.

"Why?" I questioned.

"He got his name for a reason you know." Angel answered.

"Gross!" I yelled.

I won't bore you with all the details of our discussion. I'll bore you with details of me! I never did introduce myself the "proper" way.

I'm Maximum Ride. I'm 16 years old, about 6 feet tall, not really tan not really pale, I have plain brown eyes, and unruly brown hair with blonde streaks in it. That sums up my appearance now for personality. I'm tough, sarcastic, and a tomboy. I hate anything girly. Even if ts blue with just one small slash of pink on it I would burn the outfit. The only time I wear anything girly is whenever Jeb makes us go to the neighbors. If I don't wear a skirt or a stupid little sundress he'll beat me twice as bad as usual. Oh yeah did I mention my 'father' beats me?

When I was 3 my mother died in a car crash. My dad went to alcohol for comfort. He started coming home drunk every night. He began the beatings only with small slaps across my face. Then when I was 5 he lost his job because he always showed up drunk or didn't go to work. When he lost his job he started to punch me as well as the slapping. Now he even whips me at times. I shuddered at the thought of the cold, leathery whip on my skin. Although getting whipped isn't as bad as what he did when I was 10. He had gotten a new job as a scientist and while he was drunk he stole avian dna from the lab and injected it in me. I am now 2 percent bird. That 2 percent has made a big impact. I now have wings. The bird dna is what causes me to be so tall, fast, and light.

Now that I told you about me let me describe Angel. She's pretty tall a good 5'6 I'd say. A bit pale, has adorable big baby blue eyes. She has mid back curly blonde hair. Her current outfit is a pink tee shirt, dark blue jeans, and pink converse. She also has a blue headband on. That's a pretty good description if I do say so myself.

"Max! SNAP OUT OF IT!" I blinked as I heard someone yell at me then cringed when I saw a hand near my face. I prepared myself for a hit but it never came. I then realized it was only Angel trying to get my attention.

"What is it?" I asked.

"You look tired. You should head home." Angel told me softly.

"Ok..." I said unsure.

"I'll get a taxi to stop for you. And I'm paying no arguements." She told me in a firm voice.

"Fine." I grumbled drowsily.

"How much cash do you need?" Angel asked.

"Five bucks." I answered as she handed me the money.

-When taxi arrives-

"See you at school Angel!" I yelled shutting the taxi door. I gave the driver my address and watxhed as Angel slowly dissapeared from my view.

-5 minutes later-

"We're here miss." The taxi driver told me in a gruff voice.

"Here's the money. Thanks." I said as I got out of the cab and headed towards my house. I opened the door and found Jeb sitting on the couch. He turned his head to look at me.

"There's new neighbors and they invited us over for dinner. Wear a dress." he told me with a blank look on his face. I mentally cursed and sighed in relief and hatred. Goin to someone's house means no beating but it also means wearing a dress.

I trudged up the stairs, went into my room and threw open my closet door. I found the box labeled 'Things I should burn' and grabbed a dress out of it. The dress is a light shade of red and has darker red swirls all over it. Its about an inch past my knees. I deemed it acceptable and threw it on. I then ran a hairbrush through my hair so I could braid it. Once I was done with my hair I applied a little more concealer to my bruises and scars. Then I slipped on red sandals.

I raced dow the steps,"Ready." I told Jeb. We walked out the door and into the car.

-1 car ride later-

The car ride is done! I threw open the car door and walked up to the house. As I walked I saw someone familiar in the window. I stopped dead in my tracks. That person is Angel. This is Angel's house.

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