Hi people, new story! I got this idea from watching the movie Ice Princess (hey don't judge). But it will definitely be different than ice princess it's just the skating idea. If you have absolutely no idea what I'm talking about don't worry about it. Also I know nothing about Figure Skating so if you know I have some fact wrong please correct me. Now since I always forget my disclaimers just pretend the following sentence is on every chapter… Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride Blah Blah Blah. Ok so here's the first chapter…

I climbed into the car staring up at the house I had lived in my whole life. The house I had broken my arm in, the house I had gotten my first kiss in front of, and the house that my father had died in.

"Are you going to be alright?" my mom whispered next to me. I turned to her and realized that I was crying I quickly wiped the tears away and nodded,

"Yea let's just go ok?" she nodded also and started the car, we pulled out of the driveway and headed to our new home. The home my mom insisted was beautiful and perfect. The home I already hated even though I hadn't even seen it yet.

Well now that I have time I should probably introduce myself. My name is Maximum Ride Martinez. I have dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. I'm 17 years old and I'm a competitive Figure skater. I've won medals in almost every event they have in good old Florida and I'm on the Junior level which is really good thank you very much. I'm moving from Florida too Arizona, and I'm not happy.

Valencia Martinez who recently changed her last name after my father's death is my mother. Her eyes are the same chocolate brown as mine but her hair is way darker. She used to run an Ice skating rink. She was my coach and taught classes for all different levels. Now that were moving she will do the same thing in Arizona. She had already come down last week and set up the ice rink and even has enough students to start classes immediately. She insisted this move would be good for us. To forget about my father and to just move on.

But I don't want to move on and I definitely don't want to forget.

We drove all day, before stopping at a hotel. I was only asleep for about 3 hours when my mom woke me up and told it was time to go. So we drove some more and finally sometime around 4 in the afternoon we pulled onto our new street.

The houses were medium sized but very pretty. When we finally pulled up to our new house I glared at it for a full 10 minutes before climbing out of the car to help unpack. After we took out all the boxes I finally went to get my duffel bag. It was full of all my skating stuff. I had put it in the front seat with me because there was no way I was putting it with all those boxes to get crushed under. Anyways moving along, the house was already partly set up, the movers had put my bed and dresser in my room. The couches and chairs were already in their respective places and the fridge was already hooked up and everything.

I brought all the boxes marked MAX up too my room, and started unpacking. I hung up all my medals and put my trophies on my dresser. I made my bed and threw all my clothes wherever they would fit.

I hung up my skating costumes in my closet and pulled out my skates. They were a lavender color and were really new. My mom had got them for me last month after she told me we were moving. I flopped onto my bed and grabbed my favorite picture off my nightstand. It was me and my dad, I was about 8 or 9 and it was after one of my recitals. My hair was in a perfect tight bun and I was wearing a little purple skating outfit. I was smiling at the camera holding a bunch of roses. My father was smiling too, and handing me another rose to add to my bouquet. I grinned at the picture before returning it to its spot and staring at the ceiling.

"Max!" my mom yelled up the stairs "can you come help me set up the kitchen?"

I sighed and climbed off my bed. Maybe this move will be good for me….. Yea right.

Ok that's the first chapter! Let me know what you think REVIEW!