This is my first Maximum Ride story so please be nice! But i do accept criticism to make me write better. Please feel free to PM me or Review. Here goes nothing.

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Chapter 1

Max POV

I pulled up into the drive way of our new house, in our new street, in a new state, in mum's new pick up truck. San Diego California. A new start, I remind myself, a blank canvas.

"Wow!" my little sister Ella said

"Good picking mum, the new house looks awesome" I said, although she bought it with my money. The house in my mind was too big but I had to keep my family happy. I heard a beeping behind me. I turned around to see it was the furniture cars, right on schedule. We got out of the car; mum went to talk to the furniture people while Ella and I entered the house.

What we saw online didn't describe how amazing the house actually looked. Everything was open plan (closed places make me claustrophobic), Mum came last week to supervise the electrics, painting and the flooring so that was already done. There was no furniture in the house yet so we spent the next hour and a half an hour telling the movers where to put the furniture on the ground floor. We had the biggest house in street because it was two great sized detached houses put together.

The ground floor was made out of the sitting room, kitchen, dining room, study, family room/movie room and garage for my babies! (I am talking about cars not real babies). The whole downstairs had a beach sort of theme because we loved the beach. We moved downstairs into the basement which was officially our (me and Ella's) entertainment room. It was the entire space of the ground floor, just four walls. It was HUGE!

"Wow!" Ella said again.

The east wall was a mirror which made the room look huge, the rest of the walls were a light silver colour. We made the movers put the bean bags, sofas, entertainment centre and games stuff on the north wall. All my music stuff was put on the south wall as well as Ella's painting supplies. We put Ella's paintings all around the room. There was still more than enough room in the middle for my routines with say room for ... thirteen other people.

"Ok, we get to see our bedrooms now!" Ella shouted as we ran upstairs.

Ella opened the first door; it was mum's room which had a brown and wooden theme.

We moved on to find Ella's room. Ella has brown hair that stops just above her shoulders with a full fringe. She has pale skin and freckles on her face. She loves to paint, and she is very good at it even though she is only a decade old. So when we looked inside you won't be surprised that her room was a mural. It was a full scale replica of one of Ella's painting of flowers and vines. It was beautiful and guess what Ella said when she saw it?

"Wow!" Ella whispered as she stroked the walls.

I left her as the furniture movers began loading stuff into her room. I found a huge bathroom, then a store cupboard, then a guest room, then another guest room, then another bathroom then I finally found my room.

I have the biggest room in the whole house (well it is my house), I also have a balcony, walk in wardrobe (not like I'm going to use it) and an en suite bathroom. The walls were white with graffiti like patterns in midnight blue black and the walls in the wardrobe were splatter painted of the same colours. After 30 minutes my furniture was in my room and it was done. I had a queen sized bed with white and blue bedding in the centre of the room facing the balcony. I also had a silver couch with white and black pillows, a black desk with a blue chair and blue, black, silver and white beanbags and pillows scattered around the floor. I quickly put posters off my favourite artists on the wall. I walked onto the balcony, climbed onto the roof and looked at the sunset.

I'm sorry (I have apologized this is very rare. Will not happen again); I haven't introduced myself; I am Maximum Ride but call me Max (or die). If you start reading about me you won't stop because people start to get obsessed with me (like a certain Dead Baby I know), so read now or forever hold your peace. I have blonde hair with natural brown streaks which are all different shades of brown. My hair stops near the middle of my back. I have naturally Smokey eyes and a natural tan. My eyes are a golden chocolaty brown that are very striking from a distance but in my opinion look like un-barfed chocolate. I have been said to have a mix between an athlete's and model's body, but whenever a guy says that they leave with a black eye. I am tall for my age of seventeen but not too tall. My sister Ella looks exactly like my mum but I look like my dad, but my dad is not Ella's dad. I have, I mean had a big brother called Ari, but he left us and he also has a different dad. My mum had Ari at 15, had me at 18 and Ella at 25; she is currently thirty five. Let's just say she has trust issues (as in she trusts people too easily) but I love her all the same. My dad died and left me everything, so now I am rich. That's all you need to know... for now.

"Max, get the door, I'm with Ella!" my mum yelled.

I back flipped off the roof landing perfectly on my feet, jogged to the staircase and jumped style (but not making the house move) landing in catlike position; I am a flexible thing. I opened the door to find the pizza delivery guy, a very geeky looking pizza delivery guy. I grabbed the pizzas from him (mama likes her food!) and set them on the table beside the door. I turned back to the guy to ask how much to find him staring at me. I ignored this and asked, he didn't reply. I looked down at myself; I was wearing a white tank top and jogging bottoms, nothing remotely interesting. I smiled and tilted my head to one side, his breath hitched and he closed his eyes, I shut the door. FREE PIZZA! Go maxi, go mamma, free pizza, uh huh!

"Valencia and Isabella Martinez, pizza is here!" I shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

A few seconds later Ella and my Mum appeared. I sometimes call mum, Valencia (her first name) she feels cool when I do. Were Hispanic hence the Spanish sounding names. We went to our sitting room we started eating and talking about our move; well Mum and Ella were talking and I was eating all of their pizza. What can I say? Mama likes her food!

Mwwwaahhh-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!


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