(A/N) Hey guys! Hope you likey! Max is gonna seem emo and depressed for a bit, but by the 3rd or 4th chappie, she should be back to normal.

Max: *listning to music*

Whatcha listenin' to Max?

Max: I must be Emo

... -_-'

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!

Max POV

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

"Someone shut the fu-"

"Watch it, young lady!"

I sat up abruptly, and looked around. I was in my room. Well, my new one. We just moved here. And by here, I mean California. By now, you're probably wondering who the heck I am and what just happened. Well, my name is Max. It's really Maximum Ride, but call me Max. I live with my Mom, Dr. Martinez, my sister, Ella Martinez, and Jeb. Jeb's my father, but I REFUSE to call him that. And you're probably wondering why my last name is different the my Mom's and sister's. Well, I'm actually adopted. But my mom took me in when I was a few weeks old, and didn't know my name, so when I got older I named myself. And Jeb's okay with it too, whose last name is Batchelder. What you just witness there was my daily wake up schedule. Alarm goes off; I almost say a naughty word, and my mom yelling at me to watch my mouth. It happened everyday back in Arizona.

"Max! HURRY UP! It's the first day and you don't want to be late!" said a voice from downstairs.

"Coming Ella!" I yelled back. I quickly took a shower and threw on some clothes. Red, shredded skinny jeans, with a black Paramore shirt I made myself. I tried -keyword: tried- to comb out my hair, but after a few knots that could make Hitler cry, I gave up. I grabbed my stuff and my combat boots and ran downstairs. Mom had made pancakes, so I hurriedly scarfed them down. I looked around and saw Ella staring at me. "What?" I said.

"Oh, nothing…" She said, innocently. But I know that look. She has something planned. My phone rang before I could ask for more information. It was an alarm saying it was time to leave. I ran out the door saying, "Bye Mom! Bye Jeb!" in rapid speed, with Ella hot on my heels. We ran across the street and joined the crowd.

That's right, we live right across from the school. I'm a tenth grader and Ella's a freshman. What a joyous day it'll be. Note the sarcasm.

We went to the front office and picked up our sh- crap. I'm trying to stop cussing. So bear with me people.

After we found our first class, (which we just so happened to share), we sat in the very back of the room. I was looking around at all the people, while Ella was applying lip gloss. She's such a girl! But, I'm kinda a girly-girl when it comes to some things. Yeah, I'm a girl. Thought I was a boy, huh?

Well, I scanned the room and saw a guy with strawberry blonde hair, and he was TALL! I'm not short myself though, being 5'8''. But he was a good 4-5 inches taller than me. Next to the pale, blonde boy was another boy, around the same height as him. But he was tan, and muscular, and had jet black hair that was longish. And… He was looking at me! I quickly turned away as another girl came into the room. She made a beeline for the dark-haired boy. I instantly hated her. She had long, red hair, which was waaay longer than her skirt. Or her shirt for that matter. Red-haired wonder was a total ho. A skank. Slut. Bitch. Dang! Now I have to give Ella a cookie. Right when I was about to tell Ellz about me cussing, the bell rang. The teacher, whose name I found out, was Mrs. Dwyer, called roll.

"James."

"I go by Iggy, remember? I told you last year. I even told you at schedule pickup! PAY ATTENTION BITCH!" Said the pale blonde, whose name is apparently James, or Iggy.

"Watch your mouth young man, and I refuse to call you that. Nick?"

"I go by Fang, Mrs. Dwyer. I told you that too." Said the dark-headed boy. Fang fit him perfectly. Just like his shirt… OH MY GAWD! Forget I said that!

"Oh, right! Sorry Fang, I forgot." She said while smiling sweetly at him. Gross. He seemed to think so too.

"Lissa?"

"Here Mrs. Dwyer!" Said the red-haired wonder. Bit-slut.

When Mrs. Dwyer finished roll, she saw Ellz and I hiding in the back row. And then, it happened. She made us stand up, IN FRONT OF EVERYONE, and state our names, favorite color, age, and why we came. She made Ella go up first.

"Hi! My name is Ella Martinez. My fav color is pink, I'm 14, and, um, we don't like to talk about why we moved." She said the last part while looking at me. Great, my turn.

"My name is Maximum Ride, but you can call me Max. I'm 15, turning 16 in a few weeks, and, um, what Ella said…" I can't talk about why we moved. It's too painful. I looked around and Fang, Iggy, and Lissa were STARING at me. Well, Lissa was glaring, and Iggy looked bored, but Fang seemed interested. Weird.

After I was done, I sat back in my seat, and Mrs. Dwyer let us talk. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. Then the flashback started… I opened my eyes quickly, and realized Fang, (weird name) was getting out of his seat. Lissa glared at him and said something. I wish I knew. Then Fang was moving to the only empty seat left… The one by me. I looked away when he sat down and closed my eyes again. I just wanted the day to be over. But, weirdness follows me wherever I go. He sat down and stared at the front of the room. I couldn't help but glance at him. He was so hot! I mean, his emo-ish looks, the way his dark hair fell into his eyes. Perfection. But, I don't believe in love or crushes anymore. Long story.

I looked away, and put my headphones on, and listened to 'Monster' by Paramore. When the song ended, the bell rang. I got up and went to my next class, which was Phys. Ed. I love Phys. Ed. It lets me be active and free. But apparently, Lissa and Fang had my class too. And some other girl, apparently named Nudge.

She would not shut up! At all! I sat in the highest bleacher, in a corner all to myself. But that Fang guy came and sat near me. Again. But this time, he stared at me. I listened to my music and tried not to stare back, but it was hard. His deep, onyx eyes were like pools and I felt like I could drown forever, and yet live. And I realized, he never said a word. And he doesn't show emotions. At all. Which was kinda hot.

Then I realized, I never spoke or smiled. Which, if you knew my story, you'd understand. Then these two kids started a fight in the bleachers and somehow came over to Fang and I. They kept coming closer and closer, and then finally, one of them backed up, and pushed me. Hard. It broke the wood at the back of the bleachers, and I started falling. With nothing to catch me. And I was going to hit concrete.

Not good.