This is mostly going to be for myself, because what I want is just not out there, so I had to make one! If no one likes, that's okay, just move on to the next story. But I hope you do like it.

I am really just going to jump right into the story, so don't worry if some things don't make sense, all will be explained.

I don't know when exactly it would take place in the Maxride series, and in the Gallagher Girls series it's after the first book. Maybe I'll add the Blackthorne Boys later in the story if I feel like it. Don't count on it though.

Disclaimer for the rest of this story: I own absolutely nothing.

Otherwise I wouldn't bother writing this, I'd write a REAL this!

Max POV

"This sucks," I mumbled. We had been crashing at my mom's place, and so Jeb comes out of no where and starts spewing random words about me going to some preppy school. Well, as you would tell, I wasn't going to take none of it. That was, until he talked in private with my mom, and she 'personally asked' me to do this. I guess it didn't matter what it was, because I had practically already sold my soul to her for a cookie. Well, maybe 2 cookies, but still.

This is what I had been told. I am supposed to get some mucho important files out of some extremely heavily protected place in this school that I have to infiltrate. That is so like me. The all-girls school was actually a spy school, so that part made me slightly rethink the whole preppy-thing. Of course, when I got there, my stereotype was confirmed as I saw girls walking around in nice sweaters and skirts. There was no way I could pull that off.

Now back to the present.

Jeb was driving me here, and we had just pulled up. He had personally made arrangements with the headmistress so that I could have my own room so no one would have to see my, ahem, wings. Jeb told her about my wings- otherwise, how else was I supposed to be accepted into a spy school if nothing comes up in their internet search for my name? They won't come up with any test results from the School, I'm sure. Well, not the type they were looking for. Headmistress Morgan was sworn to secrecy, supposedly, but I mean she's a spy; she was probably lying through her teeth. I guess it doesn't matter, because I still got accepted, so I'm still going. I am probably going to have to sneak out at night if I want to visit the flock though, so that might be difficult. But I'm up to the challenge.

"Ready?" Jeb asked, parking. I scowled, and he sighed. He opened his door, and I got out too, pulling my bag with me.

"Hello, you must be Mr. Batchelder," said a nice looking lady. She was a taller than me, and very headmistress-yy looking. That's probably because she was the headmistress.

"Ah, hello Ms. Morgan. I hope our arrival was convenient?" When they finished with the small talk, we started walking toward the school.

"All arrangements for Miss Ride-"I cut her off.

"It's Max." She looks me in the eyes, sort of evaluating. I look right back, and we have a stare down sort of thing until she looks away.

"Max, then. Well, everything is ready, so all she needs to do is take her bags to her room. I can have my daughter show her around," she looked over her shoulder to where two girls were walking a few paces behind us. The blond one looked up at her, and they both walked forward.

"Hi, I'm Cammie, and you can call me Cam," she stuck out her hand, and I looked at it.

"Max," just as she was about to pull her hand away, I shook it. Cammie blinked.

"I'm Macey," said the other girl. She was really pretty, with eyes a lot like Angel's and dark hair that I would kill for- and I'm not even that girly. Jeb patted me on the back, and walked off. I think he muttered something like 'Knock em dead,' and I hoped he didn't mean that literally. I nodded, and noticed Jeb and Ms. Morgan had walked off. It didn't really matter; I didn't feel the need to say goodbye to Jeb.

"So," said Cammie. "Do you want us to show you around or just go put your stuff in your room?"

"Room. Definitely," I said. There was no need to see everything that I knew was just a fake, a cover of what was really there.

"Do we have to go back to your car and get your stuff?" Macey asked. I shook the one bag I was carrying.

"Got it all right here," she raised her eyebrows incredulously, and I rolled my eyes. So she was one of those girls. Ah well, not everyone is as perfect as I am. PS that was total sarcasm. Cammie nodded, smiling slightly at Macey's expression, and we started walking down the way we came.

"So," Cammie said after a pause. "Where are you from?"

"Arizona," I answered. And we were silent for a while more.

"You'll like it here," Macey said suddenly; I guess she was taking a guess at what caused my silence. I smiled wryly.

"I seriously doubt that." Then I sighed.

"What's the story? Dad forced you?" She prompted.

"Mom. Bribed me with a cookie," I tried to make conversation, and I think I utterly failed. Yeah.

"How long have you two been here?" I ask. Cam shrugs.

"Since 7th grade," Cam answers. "Semester," Macey adds. We were almost to the top of a flight of stairs now, and I had to admit that it was all extremely shmancy looking, and not even in a bad way. "It's just down the hall now," Cam informed me. There were numbered doors on either sides of me, sort of like a hotel or apartment. We stopped in front of one, and Cam opened it with a small key that she then handed to me. "Don't loose it," she warned, and I almost laughed. Has she even met me?

I walked into the room and flipped on a switch. There were other beds in here, but all were vacant.

"How come you got a room to yourself?" Macey asked. As if I was going to tell her.

"I have my ways," I smile-smirked, something I had been picking up from Iggy, and dropped my bag onto my bed. Now they both were looking at me like Ms. Morgan had, calculating, assessing. Actually, that's how I had been looking at them this whole time. Personally? They look like two daffodils. And usually spies weren't given the code-name daffodil. Well, actually, maybe they do. How should I know? Maybe it was supposed to mislead people. But if you have a code name at all, I mean…

"Thanks a bunch," I said, looking around at my room. Really, they need to get some new interior designers. Not that I'm usually so picky- it's a good competitor with one of my latest places that I stopped to rest, also known as The Ground. Must be all this girly-ness wearing off on me, though I've been here for what, 7 minutes? And talked to exactly two girls. Some excuse Max, I thought. Internal snorting.

"We'll let you get settled," Cam said, and I nodded, and they closed the door behind them.

"So what do you think?" I heard Macey ask, and wished they'd get out of my excellent hearing range before they started gossiping. Whatever. I flopped onto my bed, and blew air out of my cheeks. What was the point in this again? Oh yea, favor for Jeb. Couldn't he ask Nudge? She was old enough. But no, since Max has to save the world, she has to do everything leading up to that too. I don't even know if this even relates to that. Everything has a purpose, Max.

Hello, Voice. Nice of you to stop by. Now don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you.

There is no mind-door Max.

I don't care, you get the point! Or is it to cryptic for you to understand? Internal dialogue with someone other than yourself sure was annoying sometimes. Oh yea, all the time. Oh yea, most people didn't have someone other than themselves internally. Big sigh.

Cammie POV

We were all sitting down, waiting for dinner. Liz and Bex were sitting opposite me, and Bex was filling us all in about her terrifying and awesome winter break, and Macey was telling Liz about Max. My view on Max was… I don't know. I just don't know what to make of her. Her family are obviously not spies, but she is no McHenry, and she doesn't look like anyone in Liz's category, so what was she? Why did she get in? There's a reason; Gallagher Academy do not just accept random people and hope that they keep our secret. There was something different about Max; not just that she got accepted, but in the way she looks. She her back is as straight as a board, it's like there's something pressed against it. And, her eyes are really sort of mistrustful and defiant, and her face looks extremely suntanned. The whole effect is… weird.

"Hello girls!" Mom said from the staff table. "Hope you all had a great vacation. Today we are greeting a new student, Maximum Ride. Please stand up, Miss Ride." Down the table from us, I saw Max stand. She had a slightly grumpy look on her face, and I wondered why. Mom nodded, and she sat back down in a hurry.

"You are all to welcome her; she is now one of us. That is all," The moment she sat down, the dead silence erupted into people talking.

"So, you met Max already?" Bex asked me, glancing at where Max sat with a scowl on her face and an overly piled plate. Obviously she had not been listening to Macey and Liz's conversation.

"Yea," I started eating. It's the best food in any school, and that's not just my opinion; its fact. "I showed her to her room. Me and Mace."

"Can you believe it?" Macey cut in. "She got her own room. How'd she manage that?"

"Really?" Bex asked, and she frowned. No one in the entire Gallagher Academy had their own room; no one until now. Everyone wanted one though- well, maybe not everyone, but we all knew Macey needed her own closet. Like serious drastic need. "Hm…"

"I wonder what classes she'll be in," Liz said absentmindedly.

"Probably the same ones as Mace." Macey had been put back a few grades because of her newbie status, so I'm guessing Max will be as well. Unless she has some history with some other spy school, which I am going to say she hasn't.

"We'll have to see tomorrow," we all looked over at Max, who saw us and gave us a withering look. Whatever that means. She's really not normal- which is saying something, because we go to a spy school. Yeah.

Maximum Ride. Interesting name.

So

That was my first chapter; all the rest will be longer. I'm planning on updating 2x a week, probably only going to be once a week though, if Im lucky.

Did you like it? If you did, I would Love, with a capotol L, a review. Not so much a flame, but I'll have to get used to it.

I'm not going to do Cammie's POV so much, just sometimes when I feel like its appropriate.

SO

REVIEW ! Please?

-Laila