The actual title should look like this: And I Thought I Was Maximum
Finally! A Maximum Ride fanfic. I feel so… tingly. …..TMI? Ok, well, let's…um…start…..
Her body was hanging there, limp. She looked so fragile, like one of Angel's dolls. Then the AC kicked in, and it made her body sway left, right, left, right.
''It's ok, Max,'' he said, then: ''Let's go home.'' I nodded, but looked at her one last time. How could she have left me like this?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on. Sorry, let's get to the stuff that lead to this, shall we? Better.
UGH! IhatehimIhatehimIhatehim! That bastard! GOD, I hate him so much!
Those were my thoughts as I flew over to my mom's house. Yes, I am running (flying!) to mommy. Haha. Funny. Fang dumped me, so I had to run to the only person that can truly help me….. my mom. Believe me, Nudge would only make matters worse, and I seriously did NOT want to talk to Angel right now.
Hello? My first (and only) boyfriend totally ditched me! And worse, he left his darned laptop! The least he could have done is to leave no trace of him, so I wouldn't suffer as much. But noooo. He mocks me without having to actually be there!
I landed in my mom's front yard, promising myself I would not cry and show weakness. But just the thought of her holding me made the waterworks burst. Oh, god, I am so glad you couldn't see me. Snot and tears. Yuck.
I busted through the door, and screamed "Mom!"
"Max? I'm in the living room," she said. It sounded like she was crying. Not a good sound. I wiped my face, clearing all proof I had been crying, and crept into the living room.
There was my mom, and she was being attacked! The attacker was a girl, maybe my age, or maybe she was that tall, with brown hair. That's all I can tell you, because I immediately hurled myself at the attacker. You picked the wrong mom to mess with!
I kicked into MAX-KICK-ASS mode, but the girl let go of my mom and and screamed "THIS IS SPARTA, BIYATCH!"
If you think it's not embarassing getting kicked in the face by a girl that just screamed This is Sparta, you better hace another think comin'. I tasted her boot, and I swear I tasted old hot dog. I fell straight on my back, and she jumped, aiming to jam her elbow on my stomach. She would have, and it would've hurt like hell, but I rolled over. She jammed her elbow onto the floor, and I bet it hurt even though it was carpet. She howled something in Spanish, then muttered something that sounded like "Holy Mother of Hades!"
I was still on the floor, and I spun on my back and kicked her square in the…. Well, between the legs. If she had been a guy, that would've been absolute pain. Instead, she made a weird gurgling sound. She fell onto the ground, coughing, for some reason. I don't know. No time to dwell on that. I sat on top of her and punched her twice in the nose, and I heard a satisfying crunch.
Then I began to choke her. Now, if maybe I had a knife of some kind….
In this position, I got a better look at her. She looked like a mix between Mexican/Afghani. I could be wrong. Her left eye was hazel, and her right eye was brown, but the hazel eye looked way too small to be hers. She also had gray hair sticking out the right side of her hair, which was impossible. She looked no more than two years older than me! Then I was begging to see the light leave her eyes, like they did in Max II's eyes. Then, my own mother pulled me off the chick! Has she gotten Stockholm Syndrome or something?
"Get off of her, Max! Get off right now!" Ouch. She was yelling. Not exactly the reception I thought I would get from saving her life. More along the lines of Kick her butt, Max! Thank you, sweetie, would you like a cookie for saving my life? But I got none of that.
As soon as I was off, the girl got up, slowly, and then fell back down. She tried a second time, supporting herself with the couch. I gave her my trademark That's-what-you-get-for-assaulting-my-mother look. She wiped sweat from her forehead, then she wiped blood from under her nose.
My mom ignored her, looking at me angrily. "Why did you do that? I don't want bloodshed in my house."
"B-b-but, she…attacked you?"
"Attacked me? Max, you jump to conclusions so easily!"
"Then why are you crying?" I asked.
"She was helping me put on a necklace that I haven't seen since I was a little girl!" Oh, I saw it.
"Mom, who is this chick?"
"Mom? Tia Valencia, esta es tu hija?" the girl said.
Oh my god. I've been around my mom and Ella long enough to know the meaning of what she said. She said, in Spanish, "Aunt Valencia, this is your daughter?"
Aunt Valencia?
"Yes, Itsi," my mom said.
Despite everything, I laughed.
"Itsi, like as in The Itsi Bitsy Spider? That's your name?"
She looked pissed. "Yeah, and your name is what? Maximum Ride?"
I bit my lip. Unfair. Wait, how exactly does she know my name?
"I'm Itsi Cruz," she said with no accent. "And you kicked me hard in the crotch." She sorta looked at me like we were all buddy-buddy.
"Max, this is Itsi Cruz, the daughter of my sister, Maria. Your cousin, my niece," my mom said.
"'Sup, cuz?" Itsi said.
Oh, ok…..what?
What'd you think? Was it good, bad, or downright terrible? Tell me! I will make sure Iggy finds you and will blow up your house. J/K. Still, I'd appreciate reviews.
