This is my first fanfic so sorry if it sucks. All the ages are the same as in the books, 14, 11, 8, etc.

And, nobody but Max's parents and Ella know about the wings.

I do not own Maximum Ride JP does...

~ XxIgnorancexX ~

"MAX! HONEY, GET DOWN HERE!" Damn it, they where here. By "they" I mean out new neighbors. Just what I need more snotty, stuck-up, money-absorbed, neighbors.

I'm Max Ride, well technically Maximum, but everyone calls me Max. Before the rest of the story continues I thought you might want to know a bit about me, I don't want you completely confused. (A/N: usually I wouldn't put in the whole story because I'm assuming you all know it but I modified the flocks' story a bit)

When I was about, I don't know, seven or eight, I escaped from this place called the "school." These evil scientist people grafted some kind of bird DNA into my genes, along with a few other kids. Me and my younger siblings, well, not biological but I call them my siblings, would most likely still be there if some other experiment had blown a hole in the wall. I think he was also a human-bird hybrid but I didn't stay around to see, I guess he was good with explosives considering he wasn't much younger than me.

Anyway, I escaped with these two other experiments, Angel and Gazzy, they are biological siblings. I was going to leave without them but Gazzy was the cage next to me and I couldn't leave him behind, and he wouldn't leave Angel there alone.

There where all sorts of "experiments" at the school as well. There where about three or four other kids like me, Angel, and Gazzy, but I'm not sure where they went. I'm not sure if they're alive.

We have these weird skills, other than the whole "being able to fly" thing. Gazzy can mimic any voice with 100% accuracy, and, this may sound gross, but, it's like explosive gas or something, I don't know, don't want to experience that again.

I can fly really fast, like 200 miles an hour. I also have this voice in my head, doesn't say much, I hear it like, once every millennium, all it ever says is "you must find them," whatever the hell that's supposed to mean. The voice said some things in the beginning, but that was just to guide us until we found a safe home to be in.

Angel, she hit the freaking jackpot she can read minds, control minds, breathe underwater, and talk to fish. It's amazingly creepy. She looks sweet and innocent, don't let it fool you.

So back to our story, we where on the run but the voice thing got us to my biological parents, they didn't care about the wings or anything, it was pretty cool. So now we live there, with Jeb (dad), Valencia (mom), and Ella (half-sister, no wings).

Sadly, my parents live in this big, fancy, rich house. It seemed cool when we got there.

Not anymore.

Everyone is all stuck up and crap like that. I'm the only one in this neighborhood who hates classical music, and loves alternative and rock. I'm the only one who absolutely dreads dressing up, and actually seems to have at least a sliver of common sense.

But that's just me.

Not that I don't love my family, I mean they saved my life. But did they have to be so snotty and prissy?

There's my school life, which I like, great friends, good grades, teachers love me, but more on that later.

"MAXIMUM RIDE GET DOWN HERE!" There she goes again….

"COMING" I threw on my Converse and opened my door to go downstairs.

"You better not be wearing Converse and sweatpants! Put on a skirt and nice shoes!"

Are you kidding me? But the sweatpants are so comfy. Dammit.

Hope you liked it. Please give me feedback so I know what I can improve on in the story, or if I should even continue at all. I don't want to keep writing when no one reads it.

Yours featherly, (sorry I know it's cheesy and weird but I had to)

XxIgnorancexX