Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any characters related, but I do own the plot and the way I set up cities, schools, or anything stated mine.

Max and "the Flock" have no wings and their ages are extremely different from the books:

Max, Iggy, Fang: 15 (not that different)

Nudge: 13

Ella: 12

Gazzy: 6

Angel: 7 months

I wanted to try something new and step away from my normal type of story, so could you please review your opinion?


I sighed and walked out of my room, my bags almost bulging with clothes, décor, and various other items. I had a pillow in my right hand and my left was clutching four bags. I yawned once; then made the decent down the stairs; I almost tripped over one of my younger brother's toys when I finally made it down the stairs.

I made it down to my living room, my Mom; Valencia Martinez was sitting on the couch. She was laying down watching television with baby Angel cuddled on her chest.

My mother had extremely dark hair and tanned skin, she had warm chocolate eyes very similar to mine. Angel on the other hand was extremely pale with bright blue eyes and light blonde hair. She got most of her features from Jeb.

Jeb is my "dad". He divorced with mother just weeks ago, but she didn't really mind. Her bravery through the entire divorce thing was extremely inspiring.

Mom looked up at me with a pleased smile on her face, "Are you ready?"

I sighed. "Yeah, I guess I am. I'm just going to miss you guys on the trip, though."

I set my bags on the carpet and looked at her with my arms outstretched. I had so many bags packed because I was going to a high school up in Virginia, it was an idea that Jeb had wanted me to try; I would live with him for a time, he during the divorce packed his things and moved up in the cooler states unlike us, who stayed in our nice Arizona house.

She grinned at me, standing up and hugged me with one arm; I took Angel from her hands. Angel looked up at me with those adorable bright eyes and cooed in adoration. I tickled her chin lightly and she cooed again.

I held her close as Mom and I made it to the kitchen where Gazzy was. He was leaning on the table with a sad expression on his face, rolling one of his hot wheels half-heartedly.

Gazzy himself was most like Angel, with blue eyes and blonde hair, but only a tad bit tanner then her, about my skin tone. I had a slight tan, not as dark as mom.

Ella was next to him, leaning on his should and patting his back. Ella was only twelve but was so caring for her siblings. Gazzy on the other hand was six; Angel was just seven months old in comparison to everyone else, though she was identical in many ways with Gazzer.

Ella was a photocopy of my Mom in comparison to everyone else, I had dirty blonde hair with brown streaks in it and Mom's brown eyes, but Ella was dark hair, skin, and eyes.

She looked up at me, "He's sad, he'll miss you."

She stood up and hugged me, "And I will, too."

I hugged her in return and knelt down on the tile, reaching the height of Gazzy. I leaned my spare arm on him. "Big boys don't cry, you know."

He looked at me and wiped a tear off of his cheek. "But nobody here understands cars like you."

It was true, Gazzy had no brotherly figures or a father, so I had to take that place, I studied dinosaurs with him and enjoyed entertaining him with his racecar toys when he was down. But right now was a time when I can't. I had to catch a flight to Yorktown.

"Ella is willing to play with you whenever," I looked at her and he did too, she smiled. "But I have to go."

Angel squirmed in my arms, reaching her tiny ones out to Gazzy. He picked her up. "And Angel needs her big brother," I said.

He half smiled and I ruffled his hair. It sprang back up to his normal, spiky blonde self. I stood up and walked to the living room with all of them behind me.

I grabbed two of my bags and mom grabbed the other two, Ella picked up my pillow. I made my way to the door of our house. I opened the door and stepped out, rolling my bags down the driveway.

"The door is unlocked," Mom said to me. I grasped the handle of her black Sedan and opened it up. I took my pillow from Ella and set it down on the floor of the shotgun seat. I rolled the two bags to the trunk and Ella ran over and opened it up, pushing in above my head. I looked down at her, smiling.

We all piled up in the car, I started the car for mom as she quickly buckled Angel in her seat in the middle of the back seats. I turned on the modern station and the song "Just the Way You Are" by Bruno Mars filled up the car. Ella hummed in tune and Angel clapped her hands a bit as mom finally got into the driver's seat.

Gazzy was behind Mom, he was huddled up, arms wrapped around his legs. He looked out the window and I sighed. We backed up and Mom turned the car, driving past the house I grew up in.

It was a small, two-storied house that was made out of dark adobe bricks and had two small trees that never grew in the front. The flower beds never looked extremely good, but I always liked them.

We passed up other houses, none similar to ours, and made our way out of the neighborhood.

Thankfully I wasn't leaving any friends behind me, they had already moved on to who knows where. I was just leaving the simple life I knew and loved behind me.

And that was the thing that shocked me most…

What was I going to do with this different routine? Should I make friends or stay alone in the background?

And will I be so lonely I'll long to go back to Mesa and break my father's heart?


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