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-Chapter one : The beginning of the lies-

Third grade

"I really like you Max." He says to me and I'm shocked.

"Really?"

"Yes. Can I be your boyfriend?" I'm too happy right now. He just asked me out!

"S-sure."

-A few months later-

"How could you?" I screeched at him.

"What do you mean?" He's acting all innocent but I know what was really going on in his mind.

"You only liked me for my money. I hate you!" I run. I run as fast as I can. Who knew a lie could hurt so much?

Seventh grade

"I heard you're a kind of a kid supermodel now. That is so cool." A boy comes up to me.

"Not really. There's a lot of pressure. Besides, I started when I was in third grade." I reply.

"You want to hang out later?" He's cute. Very cute. I answer.

"Ok."

-A few days later-

"So I hear you're going out with a supermodel. That is awesome!" A overhear one of his friends say.

"She is really pretty." He replies back. I smile at the compliment. I shouldn't be here but I'm a naturally curious person.

"So, is she nice?" His friends ask. He scoffs.

"Who cares about her personality? She's pretty!" My jaw drops open. He only likes me because I'm pretty? Anger starts to boil and I storm off before anyone sees me.

-Later that day-

"You're breaking up with me?" He asks in disbelief.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You only like me because I'm pretty."

"Is there supposed to be another reason?" I flick his forehead before leaving. He's shouting at me but I don't care. Another lie bites the dust.

Eleventh grade

"The hottest supermodel in our generation is coming here, to Arizona where she will have her next photo shoot and rumor has it that she might even live here. Maxine Martinez, or better known for her stage name Double M or MM has modeled ever since she was in third grade. There she-"

I turn off the TV. Another story about me moving to Arizona as well as a biography. My name isn't Maxine or Martinez. It's Maximum. Maximum Ride. Maxine Martinez is just a fake name, a pseudonym. I'm a supermodel but this time, this time I swear that I will go incognito. I will not let anyone know who I really am. And I am definitely not going to let any boy break my heart with a lie ever again.

-Monday-

I wake up to an unfamiliar background. Instead of the normal yet dreading pink wallpaper, there is only grey. I look up to see a chandelier barely dangling. I then look around the bed to see that it is the same. I look down to floor to see boxes. Now I remember where I am. I'm in a new house (or mansion I guess) because my mom loved Arizona. I also had a photo shoot which unfortunately was going to take more than a year. Why, in the world, would taking summer photos take at least a year? I groaned at the thought.

I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Maximum Ride. I'm 17 and I'm a supermodel. That's right, you heard me correctly. I, Maximum Ride, am a freaking supermodel. Before you say anything, I would like to explain that A) I hate this job and B) I was forced to do this since I was in third grade, thanks to my son of bitch woman who calls herself my mom. Her name's Anne Walker and she is obsessed with money which unfortunately, I make for her. Yup, being a supermodel means you become rich. She spends it on useless things like this mansion for example. We could have gotten a small house in the suburbs but no, she decided to 'buy something extravagant and something for my level!'

God, I hate her.

Anyways, I was using my real name at first because I didn't think being a model was that much of a deal but after a few very unlucky encounters, I decided to change my stage name to Maxine Martinez. Maxine came easily to me because a lot of people would always get my full name mixed up.

Martinez has a special meaning in my stage name. I used to live next door in Arizona with a very awesome family. They were the Martinez with one daughter. Her name was Ella and she treated me the same even after I got discovered. Good times, good times. Then, Anne decided that it was time for a move and ever since then I haven't seen her. I still hope she lives here. I want to see her again. She's one of the few people who know that I'm Maxine and she promised that she would never tell a soul. I smile at the thought of when I hear the devil's voice.

"Maxine, get your butt down here!" I groan. Anne's been calling me that since the day I got my fake name.

"For the last time, it's Maximum! Max-i-mum!" I yell but I'm pretty sure she's ignoring me. I go up to my closet, open it up and flashy clothes blind my eyes. I mumble censored words while I push those all away to get to my favorite clothes. I take out a pair of shorts (since its summer), a loose T-shirt that says 'If you're reading this, you're a perv' on my chest. Very appropriate if you ask me. I went downstairs to meet to meet the devil herself.

"Maxine, didn't I call you 2 minutes ago?" She scolded and I scoffed.

"Well dear mother, it does take a few minutes to pick out and actually wear them. Tell me, how long does it take you to actually pick them out?" I smirk at her red face and before she can say anything, I leave the house (I refuse to call it a mansion). Thank goodness the house was far away from the smaller houses or else, I would be screwed.

It looked like it was going to be a long walk to the school. I should really get myself a car or at least a motorcycle. I started to walk for a few miles until I realized I was going to be late. I ran the next few miles and when I arrived, I was breathless, sweaty, and out of breath. Wait, I already said that. I burst through the doors when I accidently bumped into someone.

"Sorry." I said sheepishly.

"Max?" I whipped my head up so I could see the face who just called my name.

"Ella?"

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