First story guys! Flames will be accepted, just not too harsh. Not telling you my name, cuz well, privacy, but you can call me grape. Me and my friends have this thing where we give each other fruit names and I'm grape (duh). I decided to update my first actual story because: 1. My account looked kind of empty. 2. My friend smileyfang (blueberry) posted something and is now all like" I updated my first story and u didn't!" , so now this is my little way of saying. "HA! WHAT NOW!". Now Clementine (faxamianpuckabrinacass-yoji) is mad at me for not including her in my authors note, so now here she is. back to A/N. Who knows, I might even add two stories…. Wow I ramble a lot. Well then, to da story. *cue curtain*:

OOOHHH WAIITTT! I FORGOT ONE LITTLE THING CALLED THE DISCLAIMER. KAY HERE GOES:

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Sadly.

Kay I be done. NOW cue curtain:

Messed Up

Excited

Max POV

"Ma-aaaax!," I heard my little sister Ella screech. "You're gonna be late for school!"

Not the best way to start your day is it? Anyway, my name is Maximum Ride and I'm sixteen, but everyone calls me Max. My big brother's name is Iggy, and he's 18, and my twin's name is Ella (A/N : I did't know how to spell ferturnal something or the other right, so i just didn't add it. If anyone knows how, please tell in review or PM), and my little sister, Angel, is 12.

My best friend's name is Monique, but everyone calls her Nudge, and she has an adopted little brother named Gazzy. And now, saving best for last, my boyfriend, Fang, who I've known for about 4 years now.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back groggily. "Just hold on a second."

I pulled on worn-out grey skinny jeans and a loose, red and white striped top. Then I laced up my red converse sneakers and grabbed my hairbrush to straighten out my brown-blonde long hair.

Before leaving my room to go shove food in my mouth, I went to my vanity table and put on dark brown mascara and light pink lipstick to compliment my never-easily-tanned-skin.

You see, I don't usually put on make-up, not even the tiniest bit. But today was special. It was my and Fang's (A/N: Fang and my? mine and Fang's? I don't know. Well then, on with the story.) 2 month anniversary, and he was taking me out to a karaoke club.

When I was done with everything, I yanked on my cropped black leather jacket and jumped down the stairs 3 at a time.

Once i was in the kitchen, I snatched a plate of hot scrambled eggs and bacon.

"Max," my mom said, "did you study for your math test?"

Crap.

"Mr. Nickols is concerned about your grades."

"Well, that's technically his fault. He's a crappy teacher."

"Max!"

"What? He is."

I brushed bacon crumbs off my hands and dumped my dirty dishes inthe sink.

"I will not have your badmouthing your teacher because your refuse to study. Now go to school. You're going to be late."

Ugh. See what I have to deal with?

- lineeee breaaaakkkkk-

-At School-

I parked my beetle/convertible in the school parking lot and collected my stuff.

My school is called Princeton Witherspoon, PW for short.

I walked through the big red double doors, and down the hall, to the left, to my locker. My locker is right next to Nudge's, so the first thing I hear when I get my books is:

"Did you hear what happened with Lindsey and Jason yesterday? Apparently they broke up because Lindsey saw Jason talking to another girl and she was flirting and he was flirting back and she interjected when they were about to kiss and she slapped him and…"

And it just goes on and on and on.

But I eventually tune back in when she says something about me, or Fang, or both.

"So what are you going to wear tonight? Can I help? I just got the cah-utest top that would look adorable with your black skinny jeans and tall black boots. It's silver with black sparkles and clear, shimmery sequi-"

I clamped my hand over her mouth.

"Nudge. Breath. Calm Down. No, I don't know, but if you keep bothering me about it, you're not helping me get ready."

She nodded fiercely, my hand still covering her mouth.

Riiiinnnnggg!

The bell rang, indicating that we had to go to homeroom.

I removed my hand slowly to make sure she wouldn't start rambling again.

When she didn't, I said "See you in Bio. Bye."

"Alright, alright. Good luck on your math test! Bye."

Then we parted ways and walked down each end of the hallway.

SOOOOO what did ya guys think? I'm new, so I really, really need reviews so that I know how I did! SOOOO PLEASEEEE REVIEW. Press that button!