A/N: Howdy! Alright, so this is chappie one of All on Your Own, I am really nervous about thsi because I've never done a mutiple chapter FanFic for Maximum Ride... I hope you guys like it, though just a warning the first chappie is probably gonna be a bit slow.. CauseI know you guys live for FAX :P

Alright, please enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride, the amazing James Patterson made it.. (though I wasn't impressed with Angel...)

I glared up at the white building in front of me. I got four words for ya; no way in hell. I was not doing this; they said I needed 'help', yeah, right. Apparently I was a risk to myself, pshh if anything they should be worried about their own safety.

I was jerked out of my thoughts by the 'nice man' escorting me through the glass doors. I glared at everyone, especially the woman at the desk who kept looking at me with pity.

Here, I better give you guys a little more info.

My name is Maximum Ride, or Max for short. I've jumped from foster home to foster home, but I don't mind that, what I do mind are the whiny foster parents who say I have anger issues. Okay, so I've punched a couple holes in the wall, and maybe broken a couple of windows (and noses), that doesn't mean I'm unstable!

Now that my friend, is why I'm here at St Luke's Behavioral Health Center. I mean come on, it sounds like a place for crazy old people, which if I might add I am neither old nor crazy.

As I was dragged into St Luke's lobby I couldn't help but crinkle my nose, it smelled just like a hospital, you know the whole bleach-y clean smell. Yuck. I had always hated that smell, since I had had numerous visits to hospitals…

I glanced around, a scowl on my face, this was so not right.

"Hi! You must be Maximum." An overly cheery woman approached me, "I'm Dr. Dwyer, one of the doctors that work on your floor." She stuck her hand out for me to shake.

I ignored her outstretched hand and instead glared right at her, "Look, I really don't think I need to be here, I am nowhere near crazy."

She waved off the guy who had brought me here, "Max you must not understand, this isn't for 'crazy' people, this place is for troubled adults and teenagers. We just want to help you."

I rolled my eyes, which she ignored, and instead she led me towards the elevator. I hated tight spaces, but I wasn't about to tell her that. Witch.

"Alright, so you are on floor four," She was still way to happy, "There are plenty of teens on your floor, so I'm sure you won't get lonely." She flashed me a dazzling smile.

I huffed but looked at her, I had to admit, she was pretty, and tall. Her blonde hair looked fake though it was nicely brushed, unlike my own. I noticed she was dressed quite oddly for a doctor; short skirt, tank top… I didn't know doctors dressed like sluts.

"I'm confused, why would you become a doctor?" I asked bluntly she gave me a look but never answered my question because the elevator decided that we had reached 'my floor'.

We stepped off the elevator and I looked around. White walls, white doors, people in white, white, white, and white. It's officially my least favorite color.

"James! Can you give Maximum a tour?" Dwyer asked a passing teenager.

He looked about my age; he had strawberry blonde hair and was almost a head taller than me. So not fair. He turned to look at us and my mouth dropped, his eyes were a milky blue. Was he… blind?

James smiled, "Sure Dr. Dwyer."

She nodded before walking away, great, now what. I glared after her until a hand landed on my shoulder. James.

I glared at him.

"Whoa, calm down Maximum." He chuckled.

"Max." I muttered under my breath, I never liked it when people used my real name.

"Oh okay, nice to meet you Max. You can call me Iggy by the way, I prefer it over James." He grinned, "And yes, I am blind." Iggy added, still grinning.

Apparently being blind didn't bother him. Hm, I could get used to this kid.

"How old are you?" I asked, following him as he started walking down the hall.

He glanced in my direction, "Sixteen, and you?"

"Same." I said with a nod. There was a moment of silence before I spoke up again. "What's it like in here?"

"It's not bad actually, you might think of it as a prison at first but people here actually understand what you're going through. They can empathize with you."

I didn't reply, and Iggy kicked into tour guide mode.

"Okay, so the craft room is down the hall, next to the music room." He said pointing, though truthfully I zoned out on most of the stuff he said.

"And this is your room."

That jerked me back to the present, "What?" I asked, looking at him.
"Yeah, you don't have a roommate at the moment, hope that's okay." He opened the door for me. "You can do whatever you want to it, except for painting, that's not allowed."

I nodded, "Okay…" I stepped into the room, it only had one bed, but that was totally fine with me. The room was a decent size, think of dorm room, and it had the bed, a dresser placed next to the bed, and a lamp on the dresser. There was a small door right across from the bed, closet?

"Oh, and I gotta run over the rules real fast…" Iggy stated, "You can visit the other floors as long as you let a doctor know you're going, no running in the halls, no yelling, no violence… You get the idea; behave." He said, and evil glint in his eyes.

"Riiiight…" I replied, no way I was going to act perfect for these freaks.

"Okay, well lunch is in a couple of minutes…" He trailed off, "See ya."

He was just outside my door when he turned, peeking back inside, "And Max… be nice to the other patients, we aren't crazy or anything, who knows, you might like it here…"

Then he was gone, and I collapsed on the bed.

Like it here? Yeah right.

I hated it already.

A/N: I really really really hoped you guys liked this!

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