Hello! I wrote this as a fan fiction on the Max Ride website I visit a lot (see my profile). Accoridng to my readers, its really good, so I decided to post it here. Some of the chapters are really short (like only a few paragraphs), but I make up for it later with some really long ones. I hope you enjoy it! Read and Review, please!
Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride or anything. JP does. It'd be cool if I did, though!
Chapter 1: Maximum or Maxine?
It was such a good dream…I wanted to keep it, hold onto it forever…
It started in bed…well, duh. I woke up, but instead of feeling hard cement and rough dirt under my back, I felt softness, and warmth. I sat up, and a knit blanket fell off of me. Groggily, I looked around, trying to adjust to my surroundings.
What is this?
I was in a room, but it wasn't a dog cage or an isolation tank. It was painted a friendly blue. Too friendly… I thought. Was this some kind of disguised torture chamber? I had certainly never been there in my life.
I got off the bed, instantly wary and alert. I was aware of soft carpet under my feet and sunlight streaming through the window. I heard a knock on the door. I jumped and assumed a fighting position.
A woman poked her head in the door. "Oh, good, you're up," she said, smiling. She eyed my pose, and then shrugged. "Pancakes in ten."
Pancakes?
I slipped on the house shoes that were touching me toes, and then followed the woman. We walked down a narrow hallway (which, on a side-note, had flowery wallpaper and several pictures hanging on it. I took a quick glance at the pictures, but didn't really comprehend what was on them.) We walked down stairs, which were also carpeted, and entered another hallway. This one was about three times as wide as the other one. At the end of the hall it opened up a bit to what looked like a dining room.
A pretty table sat in the center of the large room. A small chandelier lit up the room with morning cheerfulness…where the heck did I get that word?
A boy a couple years younger than me came up from my right side and punched me playfully. I would have punched him back, but, aware that I was stronger than anyone twice his size, I held back. I didn't even react. I just sat down at the empty seat at the table. Because I'm pretty that's what they all expected me to do.
"What you're not gonna call me 'dweeb' or anything?" he asked.
"Why would I do that?" I asked, clueless. The boy gave me weird look and started wolfing down his pancakes.
"Now, Jake, your sister just rolled out of bed two minutes ago! Give her a break," said the woman.
"Mom, how could you ask me to do such a thing?" he asked in
fake astonishment.
Sister? Mom? What the heck is going on here?
"Ha, ha. So, Max, how did you sleep last night?" 'Mom' asked.
"Uh, good," I said quietly. "May I be excused?"
"Sure honey. You've only eaten two pancakes, are you sure you're full?"
Considering this woman's pancakes were twice the size of any I'd ever eaten, I was definitely full.
"Yeah, I'm good, thanks," I said. I pushed my chair back from the table, and I rushed upstairs to my room. One thing I had noticed when I woke up was a huge ceiling-to-floor mirror. I looked in it. I whipped around; I was only wearing a pajama tank top. I tried to unfold my wings, but nothing happened. I nearly hyperventilated. I moved my arms all around my back. There were no openings for my wings, no wings!
