Ride of a Lifetime

by darkhearted101

Maximum is a lonely orphan with no one to trust or talk to. Until she is adopted by this amazing family with a cute boy nextdoor, and going to her school! Will she ever get over her parents death? Or just stay an grieving girl forever? I am the absolute worst at summaries. This is my first story, so please read and review! No wings. FAX

1. Chapter 1

Hi people! I have no idea if i'm doing this right, 'cause this is my first story and all, but if it's right, then I will do it again. So, anyway the usual disclaimer, I don't own MR, James Patterson does (best author ever) and all that, yada, yada, yada. On with the story!

Max POV

"I'm not special. Why me? My parents didn't have to die drowning because their cruise ship sank. They could have lived! I could have had a normal childhood, with normal parents, and normal friends, but no, I just haveto be an orphan." she thought. Not just an orphan, but the one no one wanted either! She never make friends, and never had anyone to comfort her as she cried all through the night. She was the weird girl, the one left out. Her friends had ditched her when they saw how sad and depressed she had become. She sobbed into her pillow, ignoring all the weird looks the other girls gave her, trying to fall asleep, and cried until she fell into a deep sleep.

"Maximum! Get out here this instant!" shouted Jennifer, my social worker. I groaned and dragged myself out of my bed (a.k.a. prison cot) and dragged myself to the janitor's closet, where Jennifer was waiting for me.

"Yeah?" I groaned, only half awake due to my sleepless nights.

"Excuse me?" she slapped me, hard. I winced, but refused to cry in front of her.

"Yes ma'am?" I asked, being sarcastically polite. Thankfully, she didn't notice.

"That's better," she snapped. "I need you to clean my room, because I have a reservation for me and my mother at that expensive restaurant across town. She's picking me up from here, and I don't want her to think that we live like slobs." She explained. "Well? Get going!" she screamed.

"It's her fault that she can't get a date, not mine, so why do I have to clean her stuff and bow to her every whim?" I thought as I walked towards her bedroom. I stumbled and fell into her room, upsetting a pail of water that the other girls had been using to clean. All the other girls screamed and started cussing at me.

"Darn it! No lunch for me." I thought as the other girls slammed a mop into my hands and grumbled at me. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. It was freaking 3 in the morning! Who would come right now? I ran to the greeting room and opened the door, hoping with all my heart that it wasn't Jennifer's mother. Instead, a girl, about my age, and what I was guessing was her family, were all staring at me with bewildered looks.

Whaaaaaaaaaaa?