This is my first story so I would really like it if you would let me know some things that I can improve on.

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride


I cannot believe we are moving again! This is like the 3rd time of the year we are moving. Why can't we just settle down in one place and stay there? Well, it must be because the paparazzi keeps finding out where I live. Oh right. I better introduce myself. My name is Maximum Ride. I am a 16 year old pop singer known as Maxine. I didn't think I could handle the popularity at school. So every time I went out for a Maxine event, I change my hair a bit, put on some make up and BOOM! People would crowd over me like the last chocolate chip cookie on the plate. You would have to photoshop my whole appearance to make me look like Maximum Ride. I mean, being popular is cool and all but I don't think I would really appreciate it if I found a camera in my shower.

But the thing is, every few months the paparazzi would find me. It's annoying as hell. Some random guy might follow me to my house after a concert or some public event and suddenly there's all these cars around my house. There's only one person in the whole wide world other than my family who knows about me being Maxine. He is the sweetest boyfriend ever, Dylan. I always tell him where I move. Because, well, you know, he's my boyfriend. No secrets. We tell each other everything. Even things that best friends don't know. We're really close. But I've never met his parents before. And, as far as I know, he doesn't have any siblings or relatives.

He visits me at least once in every single of my homes. I lived in Washington, Michigan, Nevada, Kansas and a whole bunch of other states. This time, it's Arizona. I hope I'll be able to stay there for a bit.

"Hey, sweetheart?" That's my Dad, Jeb Batchler. I was adopted so he let me chose my own last name. Cool right! "We're almost here. Might want to wake up."

"'K" I replied. I sat up and brushed of the cookie crumbs from the chocolate chip cookies I had been eating. I think chocolate chip cookies were the best invention in the world.

When the car turned the corner, we almost hit by a couple of kids riding bicycles. There were about two boys and a girl who looked about my age, one girl about 10~12, one boy about 9 and lastly a girl who looked about 6. The car suddenly stopped about a meter from hitting the youngest girl. My dad stepped out in front of the car bending down to brush off the girl's clothes. I saw his mouth moving and the girl nodded. All 6 of them left quickly. But before they could, I locked eyes with one of the boys. Something clicked and it felt like I was complete jigsaw puzzle. Like I wasn't before. His hair was a few centimeters above his shoulders and his bangs covered half of his eyes. As he heard the others ride away, he tore his eyes off mine and I instantly felt lonely.

When my dad came back into the driver's seat, he said, "We better be more careful," and drove one.

We soon stopped in front of a small house. It looked like one of the smallest in the neighborhood. All the grass in the lawn had turned brown and there were weeds everywhere. The very few flowers that were planted there were all wilted. This was definitely going to change. Until I go to school, I am going to spend most of my time fixing this place up, and it will look like a little heaven. I have a bit of a green thumb as well.

I followed Jeb into the house and wasn't really surprised. Faded wallpapers, little dead bugs and the usual. Jeb and I are going to fix this place up like nothing. We might leave soon but we might as well make this house a bit more livable.

We stacked up all of our bags in what looked like the living room. And started dusting everything; the ceiling, the walls, corners what little furniture there was, and so on. We collected all of the dust in every room and swept it outside. We decided to paint our walls with whatever colors we wanted. But first, we had to scrape off the wallpaper.


By the end of the day we had all of our walls scraped of any paper. Jeb and I don't really talk much together so we work really fast. We ordered a quick Chinese dinner and pulled out sleeping bags. We would go shopping for everything tomorrow. That included paint, paint brushes, and any kind of furniture (we don't use that much furniture. Just maybe a bed and a desk each, a small table for dinner, chairs, light stands).

I was dead beat. As soon as I changed into my pajamas, snuggled into my sleeping bag, laid my head on a small pillow, I was sleeping.

I woke up to the smell of some Korean food. Looks like Jeb woke up early enough to order before I woke up. "Mornin'," I yawn and sat up.

"Hurry up and eat. We're going out right after to the department store soon."

"Okay," I stood up and rubbed my eyes stumbling over to where I heard his voice. Then, squish. I froze and looked down. I had just stepped in to my breakfast.

Jeb burst out laughing. "Good thing I bought another for later!"

"It's not funny!" I carefully sat down beginning to brush of some of the bibimpap of my feet. How the hell was I going to clean this up?

After cleaning up the little mess I made, I was in the car, bracing my self for shopping. Did I mention I hate any kind of shopping?


bye!

mary p.