Hi guys!!
It's been awhile since I posted much of anything, but I really got into this story.
At the moment, I'm working on Chapter Four in my notebook, and chapter two on my computer.
I'm going to keep this one up and running, promise. And I'm working on a bunch of Sonfics. I think their will end up about tweny or thirty in all.
Okay, so if you're still reading this, I've just wasted about fifteen seconds of you're life. ON WITH THE MAXIMUM RIDE!
Challenging Fate
Chapter One: One in a Million
A Maximum Ride FanFiction
Fang
"Dude, we need a chic to get this band off the ground." I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "Well, where do you propose we find a girl?" I growled, shoving a textbook into my locker. School had let out an hour ago, but Dylan and I had been held back in detention.
Dyl, or Iggy, his stage name, blinked his big blue eyes at me. "Not a clue." He said, point-blank. I shot him the bird and slung my backpack over my shoulder. Dylan followed me down the hallway, and then stopped. "What now?" I hissed, and then looked at where he was staring.
It was the chorus room, the door wide open. From our position outside the door, we could see a girl our age at the piano, staring at a sheet of music in front of her. The teacher hummed the tune softly and she caught on instantly. She stared at the music for a moment more then ran her hands through her long blonde hair.
"I've got it." She nodded slowly and put her hands down on the ivory; a soft melody followed.
"How did I get here? I turned around and there you were, I didn't think twi—"
She stopped and frowned at the piece. She slammed her fist down on the keys, generating a not-so-pretty sound. Dylan and I grimaced in unison, but the looks on our face was obvious. She had a beautiful voice and raw talent on that piano. "This is a really retarded song." She concluded, still frowning.
"Well, I'm sorry, but it really accents your voi—" The choir director noticed us standing there like idiots and shut his mouth. "Can I help you boys?" he asked, folding his arms. The chick turned around and glared, her fist still clenched on the piano.
I winced inwardly, recognizing her. It was Max Ride, A.K.A Freshman Rebel. She had a major attitude problem, and everything she said was in some snappy tone. She seemed to find pleasure in telling others what to do. Just as I was about to say 'No', Dylan spoke up. "Well, actually…" He stepped into the room and dropped his bag before I could stop him.
"We've got this band, Broken, and we need a girl to get it set into motion." Dylan said, rubbing his forehead. "And?" Max chided, nonchalantly. Dylan sighed and continued. "Well, you've got the best voice I've heard in a long time…and—" Max cut him off and gestured to the guitars in the corner.
"Show me what you've got." She commanded. Dylan shot me a look and cocked his head in the direction of the instruments. As much as I didn't want her in the band, I strode forward and grabbed one. I tuned it quickly and went through a few songs in my head. I strummed a few notes and felt all eyes on me.
"I fought it for a long time now, while drowning in a river of denial. I washed up, fixed up, picked, all my broken things."
Max stood up and grabbed my arm. She scribbled down and address and said: "Meet me here at four." Then turned away, back to her lesson. Dyl grinned at me but I only scowled. I waved goodbye to the teacher, if only for the sake of my conscience.
"YES!" Dylan cried, as he sprinted down the hallways and out the door. I followed him glumly, walking out into the September sun.
I pulled up to the address, and climbed out of the car. "Wicked house." Dylan breathed, taking in the fortress before us. "It's massive." I agreed, shutting my door. It was like something out of a movie. Big wooden doors, brass doorknockers, sprawling green lawn, high wrought-iron fences. It was made of red brick, and like, four stories tall.
"C'mon, Nick." Dylan said, starting across the lawn. I sighed and cast one final look up at this mountain she called a house. I was dreading this meeting.
So I'm really pruod of myself. I got my best friend Hailey hooked on Maximum Ride too, and she's currently in the process of writing her own story. I was thinking about maybe doing a cowritten one too, but I dunno.
If there are actually any faithful readers out there, could you review? And I don't want 'omg this is so good. you should write more and soon.'
I'd rather something along the lines of constructive criticism. Even flames. But they make me laugh, because they are so immature.
And even if you are too lazy to review (story of my life), could you atleast fave? If only for the sake of my self esteem?
kaythanks. love you all.
If I get ten faves and/or ten reviews (or any combination thereof), I'll post the next chapter. :)
bubye!
