Hey, this is my first fanfiction! I'm not the best writer but I hope you enjoy!
Ages So You Don't Get Confused:
Everything is the same as the book except Ella, I don't think they ever mentioned her age anyway.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
My alarm clock continues to go off. I would hit the snooze button but my half-sister Ella moved the alarm so I couldn't do so. Now to shut the thing up I have to actually get up. Or at least, that's what Ella thought. What she didn't know is my expert aim with anything. For example, my stuffed animal. Yes, I have a stuffed animal. But I swear I didn't purchase it! The neighbors, Anne Walker and her kids Dylan, Zephyr and Angelica got it for me when I was five! It was a little, black scottie dog that I had named Total. Don't know why, and I really don't care. But anyway, I know I'm just delaying myself and you from what comes next. What is sure to be the death of me.
Today was the first day of high school.
Well, y'all might be thinking I'm strange, but I'm not. Well, not in the way you're probably thinking. But more on that later. It's time to go back to sleep and ignore the fact that my alarm clock didn't break. Damn Ella and her ways. Something tells me that she hasn't given up though. And I'm right, because moments later I hear her footsteps on my floor, something splashing around. It wasn't until the bucket of ice water was poured on me when I realized that Ella really had a death wish today.
"Damn you Ella!" I screeched as the little devil I call a sister (Well, half-sister technically, but technicalities are overrated anyway) pulls the covers off me, leaving me both freezing and drenched. What did I do to deserve such a crime? Nothing in my opinion. And don't respond to that idiots of the world. The question was rhetorical.
"Get up then!" Ella responded as she walked out of the room. I was about to lay my head back down my pillow when I heard Ella shout from downstairs, "And don't you dare fall back asleep or I'll be back upstairs in five minutes with the hot water!" Well crap, there goes that plan. So I stumble out of my cozy bed and stretch. Then I continue rubbing my eyes as I look through my closet. Now, to admit the happy truth, I'm no fashion queen. Heck, I didn't even own a skirt or dress. Actually, I only had one skirt but it was for my awesome geeky reasons. No, it was not some stupid Star Wars replica or something like that. It was just a plain black skirt that was three inches off the ground for band. But I hate it soooooo much, don't worry. Instead of grabbing some slutty outfit that was see through when I bend down, I grabbed the usual. Some t-shirt and jeans. And not those crappy skinny jeans my friends. Jeans that don't make you waddle around like a penguin.
After changing (I'm gonna spare you the details) I hurried down the stairs to see Ella ready to walk upstairs with a pot of boiling water. She's a lunatic, that's for sure. Luckily for her, Mom wasn't home. Our mom was great, but seriously could not take a joke. Everything was like life-or-death situations for my mother. Ella and I could never rough house unless we wanted to get spanked. Yes, my mother still spanks me. Get over it. It's not child abuse or anything. It's called discipline, something that kids in the world lack these days.
"Max, you're are gonna have to make your own breakfast, I have to leave early," Ella hollered as she walked out the door. Ella was lucky enough to still be in middle school. She was two years younger, and sometimes I really hated that. Sure being older has its privileges but it also has its faults. For example, Ella will always be the baby. Also, when we both get old and we wished we were younger, Ella will have the advantage. Ella was lucky in my opinion. Not only was she extremely smart, she also was pretty. She had what I'm guessing to be cute clothes, no reason to wear that crap they call makeup, beautiful chocolate eyes, smooth tan skin and straight dark hair. I sadly was dealt the bad hand. I can't say I think I'm that ugly. Sure, my eyes seem to small and the color of unbarfed chocolates, my eyebrows are too light and thin, in general opinion I had small lips and I was too tall for my own good, but that doesn't matter. I've seen worse. At least my skin is clear, but it's also to light. I blame my father. More on him later though, I think it is time to return to the story.
Where was I? Oh yah, breakfast. See, I can't cook. At all. I literally burned freakin' water. So instead of being all fancy smcancy like Ella, I grabbed a bowl, milk, and a box of cereal. I almost took a spoon but then decided to take advantage that there was nobody else around and just chugged the thing. I'm no lady. If you think its wrong, suck it up. Life's no picnic and if it was one, you wouldn't be invited.
Glancing up at the clock, I curse under my breath. Ten minutes until I have to go to the bus stop and wait for an always late bus. So I take my dishes to the sink and rush upstairs to the bathroom that I sadly share with my devil-of-a-sister. Since I'm not an artist either, she painted the bathroom. It was okay I guess, at least it wasn't pink. The walls were a light blue, and the shower curtain, toilet cover and the shower mat were all a darker shade. Blue is cool but I prefer navy blue. Oh well. Win some, lose most.
After brushing my teeth, I grab my hair brush and brace myself as I pull it through my hair. It used to be long, but then I got sick and tired of it so I chopped it off just short enough to put it up as a pony tail, nothing more. It wasn't pretty or anything so why not. Unless you call a rats nest of brown hair with blond and red streaks pretty. I don't. It just adds to the I went and got barfed on look. Eh well, I'm a geek no matter what anyway.
I look at the clock again. I really do hate that thing. It keeps giving me bad news, For example, I have a minute to get the bus stop. Reaching for one of my multiple hoodies I grab my backpack and instrument and run out the door. Some how I get to the curb in time though and end up waiting only a minute for the stupid yellow bus. Why were busses yellow anyway?
Getting on the bus is one of my least favorite things. The stairs are too far apart and I always trip on them. Luckily I'm the first one on the bus. Sadly, another one of my least favorite things is actually riding the bus. Only one of the multiple kids who rode the bus actually didn't hate me. Her name was Lissa. She was pretty enough to make me wonder why she talked to me. Probably because we friended each other in sixth grade and neither really had a choice of not calling us friends. We had enough in common. Okay, not really. I was a band geek, book nerd, and an everything-else-dweeb. Lissa was a red head with sensible fashion, guy friends, a boy friend and just plain awesomeness. She was popular but not enough so it didn't get to her head, thank gods.
Of course, there were days when Lissa didn't ride the bus. Leaving me all by myself to fend off the idiots who rode this bus. They attempted to talk to me but it was obvious they were just mocking me. What am I supposed to say without getting suspended or expelled? Nothing. So I just throw pencils at them and watch them blame each other. Stupid idiots. Stupid moron idiots. Stupid bitchy moron idiots. Stupid- I'm gonna just continue on now, m' kay?
When I arrive at school I quickly scramble to my group of friends. All girls of course, can't let those idiots of guys spoil our brains. There was J.J... And... Well... You see... Okay I'm just gonna admit it. J.J (Which is short for jennifer Joy. What were her parents thinking?) and I are the only ones in our little group. We're so similar that sometimes it was just like we were one person. We both played the same instrument, read the same books and even hated the same people. Sadly, or classes were not so similar. We had one class together, and that was only every other day. Band. Geeky right?
The doors to the hallways opened up so J.J and I went separate to get to our lockers. We had already gotten our schedules yesterday. Band was first period. Sweet. Kids still smirked at me though as I walked to the band room with my instrument and music folder. Mostly everyone was a complete bitch. Some kid freakin' tripped me. And that's when I snapped. Nobody, I mean nobody messes with Maximum Ride. Don't laugh at the name. My father gave me the name Maximum, and I chose Ride later on in life. Again though, more on that later. And I am a girl who's name is Max. And I will kick your butt with Maximum force if you mess with me. Sure, I try not to show it but sometimes I just can't help it. So I flipped the kid over my shoulder and continued walking. Kids just dropped there jaws in awe. And I just walk on. The moral of this story? Don't ever mess with Maximum Ride. I have more experience then you could ever acquire. And I'm really tired of saying this but more on my sucky life later.
Random Fact: Sucky isn't a word.
I walk into the room that supposedly was the band room. No sound came from the door, so it worried me. What if it was a regular classroom who would be glad to tease me? That would be sucky. But its not. When I walk in, there is only one student in the room. He has dark hair, dark eyes and a dark outfit. He's playing a saxophone, which is usually one of my least favorite instruments, but he actually plays quite well. When I walk in he looks up and stops playing. He doesn't speak a word as he puts his saxophone down and brushes past me as he walks out the door. Okay... Where was J.J? She was supposed to be here by now. Where was everyone else? Please do not tell me I messed up... Thats when an gunshot goes off. Was I insane? This was school, not some crazy spy agency. Yet another shot goes off. Something weighed me down as I ran out. And somehow, the shock of what I saw didn't actually surprise me. It scared me though. Because somebody was in the middle of the big group circle the students had made. And it was so recognizable, only the gunshots in her chest made a difference. Because only one girl besides me has a t-shirt that says on the front save the pandas then the back with a bowl of rice and chicken saying I need my orange chicken.
J.J.
