A/N) This is my first fic! Hope you like, so please review! Max, Iggy and Fang are all 16, Nudge and Ella are 14, Gazzy is 9, and Angel is 6. Disclaimer~ me no own Maximum Ride

We pull up to our new house and my eyes widen. This place is HUGE.

"Okay, you can pick your rooms-" My mom, Valencia, is cut off by Ella, Angel, and I zooming out of the car and into the house.

Angel walks into a room and squeals. I peek inside and am almost blinded by all the pink in there. Pink walls, door, even the bed and dresser were pink! I keep walking and hear another squeal. I look into the room and see Ella running around, and the room has its own bathroom. SCORE! Lets just say sharing a bathroom with Ella is a nightmare. I walk up two sets of stairs until I find the perfect room for me. It is large, has its own bathroom and a private balcony. It has an area off in the corner that is slightly raised. I go ahead and set down my suitcases on the bed. I dash downstairs, grab two of my five guitars, and go back up the stairs. I walk slower on the way up, my guitars are very important to me. I set them on the raised area and run back downstairs to grab my stands for them. Once I have set up all my guitars and various instruments, I run back downstairs. Knowing exactly what I want, Mom hands me money and I run to the car. Time to buy some paint for my room.

So, you're probably wondering what is going on. My mom, Ella, Angel, and I have moved from our wonderful home in California to a small town in Arizona. My name is Maximum Ride. I have extremely unruly brown hair with blonde streaks in it. I am athletic and excel in track, soccer, and baseball. I eat ALOT. That's pretty much it, you'll learn more later.

I pick out three colors: Navy blue, turquoise, and black. I ride home and race upstairs with my painting supplies. I paint all the walls black, and make splatters of the blues in random places. I then set up the rest of my stuff and tune a few of my guitars.

"KIDS DINNER!" Mom yells and suddenly all I could hear is the thundering of feet as Angel and Ella race down the stairs. I follow. True to Mom's Hispanic roots, she cooked Mexican food. YUM. I munched happily on the mouth watering tacos. It's then that I realize Mom had made us cookies.

"MOM! Why didn't you tell me that you made cookies?" I whine

"Because you'd eat them all" She says simply

DING DONG! I wonder who is at our door, I mean we just moved here.

"Max! Get the door!" Ella yells from the living room where she is painting her nails, watching a reality TV show, and reading some fashion magazine.

"FINE!" I yell back and slide down the banister on the stairs, bass guitar in hand.

Once I reach the bottom, I fix my hair and strap on the guitar. I put my drumsticks in my back pocket. Did I mention that on top of playing all types of guitar, I play all drums, piano, keyboard (A/N idk if there is a difference between the two), sing in soprano and bass, and play the violin? I also at least one of every instrument that I play. I open the door and a family of five stands before me. One is pale with reddish blonde hair and blue eyes that are slightly hazed over. He is tall, taller than me. Another is a bit shorter than the blue eyed one. He is wearing all black, his hair is black, and his eyes are onyx. The third boy looks to be about nine. He looks just like Angel but in boy form. Standing between black eyes and the Angel duplicate is a girl. She looks to be about Ella's age and is a total fashionista. She has dark skin, brown eyes and brown-black hair. The mother looks nothing like any of her children.

I turn to look back inside. "Ella, Angel, Mom! We have visitors!"

Ella comes up, followed by Angel and Mom.

"Hello, my name is Anne Walker. We're your new neighbors!" She then introduces her children. Black Eyes is Fang, Blue eyes is Iggy, he's blind, Angel duplicate is named Gazzy, and the fashionista is Nudge.

"Hi! I'm Nudge, well you obviously already know that! Do you like fashion? I do! Ooh, I bet you do!" she points at Ella "Where did you move from? I bet you'll like it here, I mean I really do. I've lived here my whole life, so it'd be kind of hard no- mpht" Iggy slapped a hand over Nudge's mouth.

"Sorry" He says.

"Max, why don't you give the kids a tour?" Mom says her order as if it's a question.

"Okay" I lead the kids inside. "Fang, are you emo?" I blurt out

"No" he is emotionless

"Your clothes say differently." I retort.

By the time we have gotten to my room, Gazzy went to play with Angel, Nudge went to do girly things with Ella, and Fang and Iggy stuck with me. They gape at all my instruments.

"Do you play all of those?" Iggy asks

I nod. "I'm teaching Angel violin and Ella keyboard. Wanna hear what I can do?"

Iggy nods eagerly. I play my harp, violin, keyboard, piano, drums, and all my guitars except my lucky acoustic.

"Last one" I say. I can tell that they are both in awe of my musical talent. I pick up my guitar and begin to sing.

(A/N) This chappies kind of short, but it's really just the prologue, so bear with me. I am trying to make my chapters at least relatively close to 1,000 words, not counting A/N s