Hey guys, this is my first attempt at a fanfic on . I'm gonna try my best, so bear with me if I don't live up to any expectations. Any corrections would be warmly welcomed, as I am a person and I do make mistakes. I do not own MR or the characters, and I'm not James Patterson unfortunately.

Let's get this party started,

Max POV

High school. Ugh. Honestly who designed these places? They should be fire-bombed in my opinion. Only sick, twisted people would ever subject another living being to this level of torture.

"MAX!" I stare blankly at the African-American girl next to me. She sighs and glares very pointedly at me.

"I was asking you what you were planning to wear tomorrow! I mean, come on, those jeans? Really Max? They are like 3 inches too short! And that ponytail is sooooo mainstream! Please,please let me give you a complete makeover! I think you'd look great in skirt, personally and I've got some heels that would totally look GREAT on you..."

I slap a hand over her mouth. That, would be Monique aka Nudge. We call her the Nudge Channel, because it's all Nudge, all the time. One of these days I will have to wrap some caution tape around her mouth, might be the only time I see it closed.

Exasperated, she followed me as I stalked down the hallway, towards my locker, wisely dropping the topic for now. Good, at least she knew not to push it. As I approached my locker I groaned, recognizing the buff figure leaning on it. I did not need this right now.

"Hey baby," he purred, a sad attempt at sounding seductive.

"Piss off Sam." I narrow my eyes and stare dangerously at him. I can't stand these "Popular types". And I was not about to get on my knee's and beg for this pig either.

"Don't be like that babe, you know you want me." Licking his lips he leaned in close to me, sliding a hand behind my neck.

CRUNCH! My fist connected with his head, smashing it sideways. While he was still in shock, I brought one knee up, colliding solidly with the family jewels. With a groan he slid uselessly to the floor, curled up and clutching himself.

I crouched down close to his ear. " Next time you wanna mess with me, don't," I advised him. With a swift kick aimed at his kidneys followed by another cry, I stood up. The hall was silent, and all eyes were on me. I did the nature thing: Took a bow.

Cause that's me. The badass, the one and only, Maximum Ride.

I know it's short but I wanted to see if it'd get any interest first. And also, who should Max end up with? Fang? Dylan? Sam? Or should I create a brand new guy? Whatever, this was just a taste of what is to come. Read and Review :3 Please?

Rock On,

Shadows