Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride
Hi peeps! This is my first Maximum Ride fan fiction. I love the books! I can't wait until the next one comes out. I know that a lot of authors use the adoption idea but mine has different and interesting events that happen. Enjoy, read, and review!
1st Chapter of Max Gets Another Chance
Iggy POV
"How do I look guys? Do you think she'll like us? What if she hates us? I hope she doesn't. I wonder if she has food allergies? I hope she doesn't but if she does I hope there isn't a lot. What if she doesn't like my food? Or worse, she is allergic! That would so make us start out on a bad foot." I said nervously while straightening cushions and chairs and pacing around the family room.
"Dude, you have to relax. I think your sisters are starting to rub off you and not in a good way." My best friend and neighbor, Fang Canine, told me while relaxing on our couch.
"Hey! We aren't that bad!" the twins yelled in protest. Having two 14-year -old twins into fashion and girly stuff can definitely weaken their older brother's manliness.
Oh, I guess it would be a good idea to fill you in on what I'm freaking out about. My family is adopting a 15-year-old girl. She is the same age as Fang and I, but a few months younger than us. Her name is Maximum Ride. I know it's a pretty intense name. My mom told me that she has had a pretty traumatic life. My mom didn't want to tell me everything but I know her parents are dead, when and how? My mom told me that it's Max's story to tell. The doorbell rang. I guess it's time to welcome the newest family member and my new sister.
Max POV
I was packing the last of my things into my bag. Notebook, art supplies, clothes, toiletries, my traveling album of events, and my parents' notebook. It is the only thing that connects me to my parents. The parents that are dead. I halted the tears that threatened to spill. Even after all these years I still can remember clearly that awful day.
Today I would be moving out of my third abusive foster home and into a permanent one. Abusive? I hope not because I'll have to live there till 18. But you know what they say, " Hope brews eternal misery." (A/N got that from the pretty little liars series)
My special caseworker picked me up. Her name was Christine and she wasn't too bad. As we rode there she filled me on the 411. "As you know Dr. Valencia Martinez will be your mother. You remember her right?" I nodded. I remember meeting her. She was a kind Hispanic lady and seemed okay. "You will have three siblings. There is one named Jeff who is your age and twins named Ella and Monique and they are 14. Before you ask, Dr. Valencia isn't married. Oh, they have two dogs. You like dogs right?" I nodded again. Dogs are cool. "Um what else, oh yeah. Yesterday I got your school schedule worked out. You being the genius you are in a few classes above your grade level. So some 11th grade honor classes instead of 10th. Dr. Martinez will probably take you to get some of your school supplies since it is the beginning of their Thanksgiving break. You're attending Phoenix High School and it's public so no uniforms thankfully. You have 13 days until school starts again. Here is your school schedule, lock combo, lunch number, and all that jazz." She said then gave me a yellow folder. I was going to look at it later today.
"Here we are. Your new home. Oh and Max?" Christine asked. I turned my head to look at her. "If you have any problems. Any. Contact me, okay? I don't think you will have any problems but if you do call." I nodded once again. I probably wouldn't unless the problems were really serious.
I looked out the window. Holy smokes! The house was huge! Well huge for my standards at least. It was more medium sized but definitely on the higher end of the medium scale. It had a beautiful garden and a pool! Score! Christine rang the doorbell. Whether I was ready or not, I was going to be part of a new family.