College Life

by Max-Without-Wings

So at first this was going to be a non-winged story but then i missed the action, so weird things will happen. This is a story of Max at a special college. She is new to KCGS (Katie's College for Gifted Students. the name may not be the best but it's all i could come up with), along with her sister Ella. What happens when when she meets Fang and his gang? A lot.

1. Meet the Martinez's

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

"Ahg!" I yelped as I fell out of bed with the covers wrapped around me. I grabbed my phone off the side table and turned off the alarm I set, 3:30 in the freaking morning. I don't think I can explain just how much I hate mornings, and alarm clocks, and Mondays, and most people. But enough about me. Well since I haven't yet told you who "me" is then I should probably continue. My names Maximum Ride Martinez, but if you call me anything else besides Max, you won't be able to call anybody anything else ever again.

I have light brown hair with many blonde natural highlights that goes down to the middle of my back. I think it looks like a muddy mess, but my mother says it's really a pretty, golden mess. My eyes are a boring dark brown. Basically everything about me is boring. At least that's what I believe. I'm really tall for a girl my age (which is 18) and I'm just the right amount of slender, if I do say so myself. With a bit of a tan, but again not too much.

"Max! Wake up we have to get you two to the airport in two hours!" My mom yelled up the stairs. I groaned internally and got up slowly, shoving off my all too comfy warm covers and walking to my cold plain bathroom. Well to be fair it was only plain because everything was packed up, along with the rest of my room. And my sister's too. She was a year younger than me, but she was so smart that she was going to the same college as me in the same grade.

"Max!" mom yelled again. I groaned and rolled my eyes "I'm getting dressed!" I called back down. I quickly grabbed the clothes that I left out of all the moving bags and threw them on. They were black skinny jeans with small holes, a grey tank top, my favorite black leather jacket that goes only half way down my torso, and last but not least my black combat boots (Which is basically all I wear, don't worry I have multiple pairs. So if I don't say what's on my feet let's just assume it's my boots). I ran a brush through my hair, or at least attempted to. After it got stuck about five times I gave up and threw it into a pony tail.

Grabbing my last couple bags I looked at my room one last time, then kissed that sucker good bye! I ran down the stairs to find my mom and sister in the kitchen waiting for me. My mom, Dr. Valencia Martinez, had her arms crossed over her chest. I couldn't help but realize this was the last time I would see her in this house for a while. I took in all her characteristic while I could, no matter how angry they looked.

She had pretty dark brown hair that just passed her shoulders. Her skin is much darker than mine, Hispanic looking (hence the name Martinez). She was shorter than both my sister and I, an average height for a woman. Her eyes were light brown with a dark brown around her iris. She was wearing a leather jacket like mine, only it was tan. Her olive shirt wasn't clinging to her body, but swaying in the breeze our air conditioner made. Her jeans were also loose, she topped off her outfit with sandals and the locket I gave her for her birthday with both Ella and mine's picture.

Ella was my sister who looked almost identical to mom, only taller and girlier. Both were still shorter than me but still on the taller side. She was wearing a designer shirt and skirt that I can't even begin to describe. Let's just say they were pink and sparkly, like that's one vampire guy's skin. Her heels (or 'Max Death Traps') were silver and tall, I don't know how she's not dead yet. Our personalities are so different. She actually acts like her gender. While I, on the other hand, am the exact opposite. I'm tough, strong, and am definitely not boy crazy.

I guess that's what happens when you have two different dads. My dad, Jeb, cheated on mom and has been out of the picture my entire life. While Ella's dad died five years ago (Please don't drive drunk, you will end up texting someone and running over one of the best, most caring people in the world).

"What took you guys so long? Come one we have to go!" I told them as I walked out the door. I heard Ella sigh and I could just feel mom roll her eyes. I smiled to myself and got into the car. Today's gonna be a good day.