Hey dudes, so, this is my first every fanfic (yay!) so be nice! So here is the promised full summary:
When Max and Total get separated from the flock and captured by Itex, it's decided that they have a new way to torment them. Instead of keeping them in a cage and treating them like lab-rats, they wipe their memories and send them to live with a family in California. Two years later, Max has changed. She now calls herself Phoenix, has taken on almost a different personality, and started singing and playing guitar, completely clueless to who she is and what role she is destined to play. Meanwhile, the Flock has been desperately searching for her but with no luck. Finally settling in California they are ready to give up, until Fang is seated next to a strangely familiar girl in Art Class at their new school. Will Max ever get her memories back? And if she does, will she want to be with the Flock?
Ok so here goes
"Hailey, time to get up!" my 'mother' yelled up the stairs
I groaned, yelling back "DON'T CALL ME THAT!" I hate, hate, hated that name. It didn't suite me. It was too blonde, too girly, too… I don't know; normal? I preferred to be called Phoenix. Yeah, yeah, I know: it's so weird, but I don't give a flying fuck, because it suits me, somehow. Anyway, I should probably explain why the word mother was in quotation marks. It's because, well, she's not my mom, not that she's ever told me this personally, but it's just something I know. For example, none of my 'family' acts, looks or sounds like me; they're all blonde, have blue eyes, and are incredibly shallow, typical blondes like in high school movies. Even the adults. Then there's me, with my naturally brown hair, chocolate eyes, super height, huge appetite and my mixture of emo, punk and Korean style, with my long jet black hair (I dyed it, obviously) with a long, bright green fringe covering my left eye, my obsession for K-Pop, and edgy clothing. Well that and the wings.
Yeah. Wings. No, you didn't read that wrong (unless you saw something other than 'Wings') no I'm not on crack, either. I have wings. And amnesia, but that's a different story and we'll get to that later.
So. The wings. They're like huge bird wings, like a hawk's and I can actually fly with them, which is much wickeder than it sounds, since it's the only way I can escape my so called 'family'. Anyway, I'm getting off topic. As I said before, I have amnesia and I can't remember anything before two years ago, which, according to my 'family', was caused by me being in a horrible, terrible car accident.
Sighing, I crawled out of my huge bed, grabbed a random pile of clothes and got dressed. Then, I went downstairs and sat down at the counter. I smiled warmly at Mason, our cook and the only person in the house who I liked and knew all my secrets. Oh wait, did I forget to mention that we had a cook? Well we do. We are one of the richest families in all of California, excluding celebrities, of course, but then there are some of those who don't have as much money as us.
"Hey Phoenix, sleep well?" he asked grinning, shaking his red hair.
He was cute, with his boyish looks, freckles and his bright red hair. But it wasn't like I had a crush on him or anything, he was like my best friend, and had secrets of his own: he was part bird, like me. But unlike me, he couldn't fly. He'd never learned. I'd always promised that I'd teach him one day. But I'd never had a chance yet.
I grinned back. "Well, I slept about as well as I can, what with your snoring" I joked
"Har-de-har-har. So, what do you want for breakfast?" he said
"Hmm, how about pancakes, bacon, eggs, a bowl of cereal and some pop-tarts?"
"Wow, that's a lot of food, dude, better watch your weight, or you'll get fat!' he said lightly
"Hey you're one to talk! You eat almost as much as me!" I shot back
"I know, Phe, I'm just kidding with you"
I watched him preparing my mountainous pile of food, which was really big, since for me, a bowl of cereal meant about half the box of cereal and pancakes meant at least ten large pancakes, with heaps of toppings.
"Need some help there?" I asked
"Oh god no! They would kill me if I let you burn down the house!" he told me
"Hey shut up! And anyway, my cooking skills have greatly improved since you got here" I shot back
"Well… ok. I'll let you make the pop-tarts. I don't think even you can screw that up!" he teased
I poked my tongue out at him and pulled out the chocolate pop-tarts and slotted them in to the state-of-the-art toaster.
"Hey todays your day off, right?" I said, turning away from the toaster
"Yeah, why?" he answered, still looking at the pancakes he was cooking
"You want to do a movie marathon? We're back to letter B, so I have Bones Complete 2nd season and Big Bang Theory Complete 3rd season and butter popcorn, for food " I stopped. Sniff sniff. Ew. Something was burning. I wrinkled my nose. I looked down to see black smoke pouring from the toaster. Crap. My pop-tarts. Mason turned around, smelling it too.
He frowned "I told you not to cook!"
"Dude, it's not my fault! I got distracted, and" I looked at the controls on the front of the toaster "the toad changer the settings again!" The Toad was my horrible little brother. The Skank was my older sister and The Skank-in-Training (or The SiT) was my little sister
"Anyway, it doesn't matter. I'll still eat it."
Anyways, that's it for chapter one and I'll try to post (and write) chapter two soon. Oh and no, I didn't forget about Total, he's in the next chapter. Later, Mater! (yes, I am a Cars fan too)