Hello, fellow fanfictioners, this is my first fanfiction. Hope you like it. And, without further ado, I present to you "Hero".

Claimer of Disness: I am not JP, therefore, I no own Maximum Ride or characters, only plot and Zoë.

Max POV

Beep, beep, beep! I reach out and smack my alarm clock. I climb out of my bed and make my way over to my closet. I pull out my ripped black skinny jeans and yank them on. I grab my neon green shirt that says "Meat Kills" in dark blue. I pull on my neon green high-tops, and then yank a comb through my hair and run downstairs. I sit down in front of the plate that Iggy set out for me. I could tell by the note that he set out saying "Max, this is for you. It's tofu bacon. Iggtropolis." I smile, shake my head, and eat my breakfast quickly. I hear my mom coming out of the laundry room into the kitchen, look up, and smile.

"Hey Mom, how are you?" I ask.

"Good, I mean, I hope your father comes home soon, of course," she replied, "but anyway, how about you? Are you excited about your first day at your new school?"

"It's halfway through the year at a new school, so not completely, but, yeah, I am a little bit excited," I answered, "I'm going to go downstairs for a little while now."

I go over to the basement door, pull the key off the necklace my dad sent me from England, and unlock the basement door. I head downstairs to my new music room and look around. It had plain black walls with a black carpet and a door along the back wall. I grab my paint buckets, stick the instruments into the spare room, lay some sheets down on the floor, and start to work on painting the walls. I finish in about half an hour, and then arrange the instruments all around the room. I look into the spare room, see a workbench, and get an idea. I run upstairs, grab a sticker, run back downstairs, saying hi to my family on the way past, and put the sticker up on the door. I smile in satisfaction, turn around, and decide to test out the room's acoustics. I grab my silver guitar and start strumming the melody to Come Alive (A.N. Barlow Girl).

Italics - Max Bold - Fang Italics/Bold - Both

"Wake up, get out, there's no time to waste now

Never shut up it's our turn to speak out

These streets are dead just waiting to come alive

Break down the doors of our comfortable room

Tear down the walls we never could see through

Aren't we stick of missing out on life

Do we want more?

Tell me do we want more?

'Cause we've heard the cry and we'll come alive

And we fight for love and we live to die

Because a life that holds no meaning

It's like a day without the light

So we'll come alive tonight

All have the call but so few have listened

Life is to short you don't want to miss this

Make up your mind before life passes by

Now is the time to wake up and see this

World won't revolve around you and me

So let's be the change we've all been waiting for

We are the passion

We are the movement

We are the fire

We'll never lose it"

I play out the final few chords, and am just putting my guitar down when Maya yells, "Max, time for school."

I run upstairs, grab my book bag, and run out the door for my first day at my new school. I jump into Iggy's car and the five of us head off to our new school.

Just so you know, this is editted. I'm going to edit all of the chapters of this story before I post a new one. If you like this version better, please review.