(A/N I'm starting this on the day the last book of MR comes out, and I'm saying right now that Maximum Ride is James Pattersons, and this is no wings. Most of the songs aren't mine. But I'll either put a A/N saying the song name and who it's by or have whoever's POV it is tell you. The ones I make Max will take credit. I secretly kidnapped max so if she makes comments saying 'help me' ignore them
"You're so lucky that I didn't make my self a character" I told Max.
"You're stupid. Let me out."
"I'll give you cookies if you shut up and don't tell anyone where you are."
"You're the Devil. Like the one who murders kittens."
*Grins evily and skins a cat*
"You're more of a freak than I am."
"Thank you."
"On with the Fan Fiction, then.")
First me. "I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both us. Someday I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us." Now Fang. "I can feel your pain, I can feel your struggle. You just want to live. But everything so low, that you can drown in a puddle." That was Both Of Us by Taylor Swift and B.O.B.
Okay. I'm sixteen year old Maximum Ride, I have a band called The Maximum Band and I'm lead singer. It includes my sister, Ella who is fifteen and sings back up, Fang/Nick is sixteen and raps sometimes but mostly plays bass, Monique/Nudge who plays Guitar and is fourteen, and Dylan who is also sixteen, plays drums.
As we finished the song Nudge suggested that we grab some pizza at the Slice and Go. We all agreed and also agreed that Fang was paying. Even though he's my best friend, he has to do something. So after that me and Ella walked home with Fang, since he lives down the street.
"Mom! We're back!" I yelled when we got home around nine-thirty.
"Where were you, why didn't you call?" She sounded concerned, and like something else was bothering her.
"We where with the band, went to get pizza, and I didn't realize we were out so late." I said, not wanting to set ff a fuse
"Okay, just don't forget next time. Now go to bed, tonight's Sunday night so you have school tomorrow."
"Ugh fine," I groaned while Ella was all like "Squee, I love school!" That's one of the differences between me and El, she's a people, and morning person, while I snarl at people in the morning out of tiredness and I have a key group of friends that I hang around, and that's my band plus my younger siblings, Angel who is five and Gazzy/Zephyr is ten. James/Iggy who is sixteen, isn't related to me, but is Fang's brother.
*Yawwwwwwnnnnnnn* I'm tired now. But most of the song's we perform are originals, like How Could You Not Know? Some of them are rock songs,
One of my enemies is Sierra Lain. Dylan, my ex-boyfriend cheated on me with her. As soon as I found out I dumped him. Then one of my other enemies is Lissa Cordane. She's the worst one. In forth grade we had a all out prank war. She used to be my BFF but now she's Nick's girlfriend. And I'm fine with that.
Tomorrow is the first day of school. Which sucks really bad.
"Maxie!" Nobody but Angel.
"What." I said. Everyone knows not to wake me up like that.
"Maxie," she said quieting down, "make me some egg's. Pwease?" She batted her big, blue eyes on the last part.
"Go ask someone else, like Zephyr or Ella."
"But Gazzy's watching T.V. and Ella's taking a shower. Mom's getting our clothes, but Gazzy is already dressed in his favorite green camouflage . He thinks it's lucky. What's you're lucky outfit?"
"You're such a freaking princess." I said as I got up. And I really meant it.
"So Maxie what's your favorite outfit?" Angel asked as I cracked open the eggs for all of us. See what I get tricked into? Ella got out of the shower two freakin' minutes after I got into the kitchen like 'Ooooohhh can I have some eggs?' I couldn't say no because mom was standing right there.
"Probably my white and black off the shoulder shirt, you know with the sequin red heart, with my red spaghetti string undershirt. My black skinny jeans, and my black and red gym shoes with the knee-high back of the shoe." (A/N you know the part by the back of your ankle)
She nodded and said, "Mine is my pink tutu, my black shirt with the pink and white polka dots, my pink scrunchie, and my white hi-tops." She said with a smile. If you just look at her she looks like the sweetest thing in the world and you'd be glad to have her for a little sister. But when you get to know her she is such a princess, and not in a good way. She always twists your words, and my parents always back her up.
When we got to school (There's three different buildings K-2 3-5 6-12, but the 6-12 building is split with the 6-8 on one side and 9-12 on the other.) I walked Angel to her kindergarten classroom, and just walked and talked with El to her 10th grade homeroom. When we got there I pointed to Iggy who was in a white, blue, and green polo shirt with jeans and said 'you should tell him'. She has a has a crush on him, like how Justin Bieber fangirls dream about him.
Then I walked over to Fang who was debating with Dylan over what basketball team was best, or something like that. When it comes to sports the only ones I understand are soccer and football. "Fang, Dylan, I got a new song and I think I can come up with another one by tomorrow morning. If I sing it for you after school will you give me honest feedback? Do you want to go see what our classes are? Should I go get Iggy, if we do?"
"When did I start talking to Nudge?" Dylan asked, jokingly.
"Sorry. I'll try to talk less today. Fang what's with you and the color black? Everyone else wears other colors, like white, I mean look at what Dylan's wearing." I gestured to Dylan who was wearing a white and red Nike 'Just Do It' shirt, jeans, and white Jordans. "I just did it again, didn't I?"
"Yes you did, and black just lets me blend in with my surroundings." Fang said. He doesn't talk much…
"Yeah, it helps you blend in while you're in the bright sun. Are you emo?" He shook his head and glared at me, "Hey, you wear black, have black hair, don't talk a lot, and this one time you cut your self with a knife."
"It's not my fault that I have black hair, I'm silent because, well I just am. And that was when we were eight, you dared me, and my other option was drinking some of your special protein shake, which consisted of milk that expired two months prior, chopped up green meat, and two raw eggs ." He thought for a second, "Dylan what would you have done?"
"Well…when I was eight I didn't enjoy drinking eggs and eating milk, so I would've done what you did. Let's go get the schedules."
We all got to our homeroom (we always have the same one from freshman year because it's just something the school does) we got our schedules and compared this was mine:
8:45- Homeroom (Math with all three of them)
9:30- Language Arts/ spelling (with Iggy)
10:30- Art (with Dylan)
11:00- Study hall (alone)
12:00- Lunch (with all three) (food's not that bad)
12:30- Gym (with Fang) (Exhausting)
1:30- Science (with Dylan)
2:15- Music (with all three)
3:00- End of the day
"I think I can deal with one class without any of you. You're quite annoying. Especially during science."
"Hey. I resent that!" Iggy said, putting his arm around my shoulders.
"Well, I'm speaking the truth." I told Iggy.
Fang and Iggy are brothers and we've known each other since we were in diapers, literally. They're twins but if some one just looked at them they wouldn't even look related. Fang is always in black and Iggy is almost always in blue or white with jeans, and his hair is strawberry blonde. Iggy is more, well social and doesn't mind touching people. I think Fang is a germophobe, he's not a people person like Iggy is. I should make a song that goes like 'You're so emooooo….. Your hair cuts it's self… even if it's longer than mineeeee… You should visit a barberrrrrr… Or braid your hairrrr… You loooook liiiikkkkeeee aaaa GIIIIIRRRRRLLLL…' He would so kill me.
In math we did stuff we learned last year which is a bunch of
a+z-w=128. Who came up with it? I don't know. Do I hate them? Yes, I do. Life would be all unicorns and rainbows if math didn't exist.
Language arts was a bunch of spelling words like 'supercalafrajilisticespealad ocious' (A/N I'm not kidding, I just spelled that without spell check or a dictionary. I just blew my mind.), 'vacuum', and 'minuscule'.
Art was the second best class, next to Music. We had a free-paint, and I painted a girl with wings. She wasn't an angel, because there wasn't a halo, but it's just what I pictured.
Study Hall is a session I like to call Text Time. I texted Nudge who has Study Hall at the same time, even though she's in eighth grade. I also watched this YouTube show called CTFxC, it's funny. (Search it, it's real.)
Lunch was hotdogs, macaroni and cheese, random fruit, and juice/milk. Don't even start to ask me what goes into hotdogs, cuz you'll turn into a straight up Vegan.
In gym we shot baskets for twenty minutes, and ran laps for the rest, I felt like throwing up, but would, and will I ever give Fnick that satisfaction- nope.
For Science we dissected cows eyeballs, and let me tell you, it was the most disgusting, and cool I've ever done.
Music was really fun, because we got to try out a bunch of instruments. I don't know why, but music, in general, speaks to me.