Okay!
My first Maximum Ride fan fiction.

:D

So... Basically, they never left their home in the mountains.

The characters are:

Max-15

Fang-15

Iggy-15

Nudge-12

Gazzy-9

Angel-7

I don't own Maximum Ride. *sighs*


Just another day. Nothing out of the ordinary (Not that our lives are very ordinary to begin with). Well, not at first, at least.

"Morning Max!" Angel said, throwing open my door and dancing toward my bed.

Yesh, every heard of knocking?

"No, I haven't." She said smugly, hopping onto my bed.

I rolled my eyes. "Some people like to sleep in on Sundays."

"Well, Iggy said breakfast's done. Come on, everyone's waiting!" With that, she jumped out of bed and danced out.

"That kid's gonna be the death of me," I murmured, swinging my legs out from the warmth of my bed, onto the cold hardwood floor.

But you still love her.

What is that? Are you saying normal people don't have voices in their head?

Good morning to you, too, Voice. See, the problem is, you can't really use sarcasm in your own mind. Which defeated the purpose of the above thought.

Forcing myself to get out of bed, I groggily walked to the bathroom. After effectively waking myself up with the aid of cold water, I pulled a brush through my hair.

"Morning guys." I murmured, grabbing a plate of food and plopping down into my seat at the kitchen table.

"Morning Max!" The Gasman said enthusiastically, munching on a piece of bacon. I smiled at him, messing up his shaggy blond hair.

Looking around at my family, I felt a pang of pride. I've known them all majority of their lives, all the way back to when we lived in cages at The School.

None of us had known what a real family was like, but I guess this was the closest we would ever get. Unless you count Je- I cast a glance to Angel and sighed in relief. Good, she hadn't caught me.

We didn't talk about him. It was too painful.

But, anyway, we were a family. Probably closer than that. We all shared a brother-sister bond, but to me it was more. I was the closest thing any of them every had to a mother.

Sadly, that was the closest any of us could get to a real one of those too.

I felt an all-too familiar presence behind me, and I whipped around in my seat.

"Fang! Will you stop sneaking up like that!" I screeched, my heart pounding a mile a minute.

"You call that sneaking?" He said sarcastically with one of his world-famous half-smiles.

I rolled my eyes, turning back to my breakfast.

You need to learn to relax. Thank you, Mr. Voice In My Head.

Who asked you? You're just a disembodied voice. I replied, chewing thoughtfully on a piece of toast.

Finish your breakfast and get dressed. The Voice commanded.

Why? My head was starting to pound. The last thing I needed was some wild goose hunt, courtesy of the voices in my head.

Oh, God, that alone could get me committed. Not to mention the wings....

Just listen.

Not like I wanted to, but The Voice could be pretty helpful sometimes, so I did as told. In twenty minutes I was dressed in khaki cargo capris and a white t-shirt.

Go to the computer.

What computer? Surely it didn't mean Je- His computer?
That's exactly what I mean.

I sighed, turning on the computer. We hadn't so much as entered His office since... Well, not in the last three years.

Google Dr. Valencia Martinez. Click the third link.

Okay... Why was The Voice having me Google random-I looked at the page- veterinarians?

I looked around the page, my gaze falling onto the address.

Go there.

But it's in Arizona? How do you honestly expect me to get there?

You can fly, can't you? God, I hate that Voice sometimes. You want to meet your mother, don't you? On second thought....

I could practically hear The Voice pat itself on its nonexistent back.

Let's just say the thought of finding my mom made my mind up immediately.

By sunset, I had my bag packed.

"Are you sure you have to go?" Gazzy whined for the hundredth time.

"Yeah, why do you have to leave?" Nudge added. I hadn't told anyone why I suddenly had to make a cross-country trip. 'Cause that would be too easy, wouldn't it.

Of course, Angel knew. I just hoped she wouldn't tell anyone.

"Yeah. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it." Unless the Erasers get me first.

I hugged everyone and said my goodbyes, before realizing that Fang was nowhere to be found.

"He said he'd be back in an hour." Angel told me.

"Okay..." I couldn't really understand why he would leave, on his own, when he knew I was leaving too? "Guess I'll see him when I get home..."

After another round of goodbyes, I shut the door behind me. Standing in the last rays of sunlight, I unfurled my wings, enjoying the feel of the wind in my feathers.

"Max."

I automatically dropped into a fighting stance, turning to face the source of the voice.

"Oh, Fang. You really have to stop doing that." I stood straight up again, smiling a little at my reaction.

"So... You're leaving?" He asked. I nodded.

Up until two years ago, I had well surpassed him in the height department. But then he shot past me, when we were both about thirteen, give or take. Now I had to look up at him.

"Okay... Um... Goodbye, then." he said, moving his head in such a way that his shaggy black hair moved out of his eyes.

"Goodbye." I murmured.

I was about to turn away from him when his lips met mine.