Everything before the major accident is kinda blurry.

I remember seeing thingsaround my house, and my mom and dad not believing me, and thinking

I had gone crazy.

That is, until they were attacked.

Flashback:

I walked upstairs to my room. A large, homemade, chocolate chip cookie in my left hand, and my teddy bear in my right.

I mean, its normalfor the average 8 year old to like sweets and stuff right? It seems like nothing else in my life is normal.

I turn the corner when I see it. And by it, I mean this ghost that has been haunting me ever since I was two.

It smiles at me, its grin seemingly spreading across his face, almost up to his ears.

He called himself Dr. Gunther Hagan, and I was his best patient. I didn't like that.

He turned around and ran down the hall, me hot on his heels.

He bursts into my mother's room, and towers over her sleeping body.

I know whats in his head before he does it.

"NO!" I scream, running over.

But its too late. She's been taken over, and she rises up from the bed.

I cry out, "MOMMY NO! PLEASE FIGHT MOMMY"

She doesn't respond, she just jumps out of the window, being possessed by the unholy being.

Flashback Over

I woke up with a start in an unfamiliar car. Soon I begin to recognize it as my mind begins to work with more sense and rationality.

After that night, my dad came home to me shaking in fear, crying my eyes out. Apparently, I just kept whispering, "She's dead. She's dead. She's Dead. DEAD" Over and over, until my dad found out what I was babbling about.

For four years, I lived in fear of everything. I didn't know if you were you, or somebody else inside of you.

My dad finally got fed up and sent me to the Psych ward in the hospital, where I stayed for the past three years of my life. I guess my case was too unique to handle, so they're sending me on this experimental project.

I will be living in a group home with other teenagers with mental disorders. They want to see if me being in a more relaxed, stable, and familiar enviornment will be beneficial to my "growth" as they call it.

Anne, the head supervisor there, is driving me there at this instant, going on a wild tangent about how "safe and comfortable it is there' and how "I will feel more at home" and "I will make so many friends"

I just hope they have chocolate chip cookies there. I've spent three years without them and I have been suffering serious withdrawl symptoms. I hope they taste like my mo-

I shouldn't really thinka bout that now should I?

During my inner musings, I didn't realise that we had pulled up to the house.

It was called the Institute for Higher Living, and if you ask me, that sounds more like a corporte building than a place to house children with serious issues.

It looked like a normal house though. Pretty big and spacious too. A nice contrast to the small prision like room I was confined to at the Ward.

It was also in the country side. I have never been to this part of Virginia, and frankly I think it looks beautiful.

Anne led me into the house. It seemed like a normal two story house. The foyer, stairs at the side and a living room.

There were teens, all lined up at the the foyer. Almost as if it was a boot camp.

The First one was African-American, and had long hair to her shoulders, long eye-lashes and love fashion, clearly. Her outfit consisted of a white mini skirt with a brown heart on it, and her top was a brown long sleeve v-neck. Also she was wearing Ugg Boots.

The second one was a girl and had red hair and was smiling. She seemed pretty nice from what I can tell. She was wearing black skinny jeans with a grey top that had black stars on it with rinstones on some of the stars, and on top of that she had a black, silver,and white plaid shirt over that rolled up to the elbows and converse shoes. Black. I liked her style.

The third one was a boy with olive colored skin and had brown colored eyes. He was wearing a plain long sleeve black shirt rolled up to the elbows, and for pants he had on dark blue baggy jeans,also as for shoes he was wearing black Vans.

The last three looked alike. One was a girl with blond hair and blue eyes, she was wearing white skinnys with a pink tank top and had on pink flats. The second one was a boy that looked identical to the girl with blond with blue eyes, and he was wearing camo shorts with a brown short sleeved shirt. No shoes. The last one was a boy with straw-berry blond hair and light blue eyes, and was wearing a white T-shirt and regular blue jeans. He was the tallest out of all of them.

"Guys this is Maximum Ride and she will be staying with you for about a month so make it worth while!" Anne chirped. She made me sound like some type of temopary maid or something of the other.

"How about you introduce yourselves" Anne said. The African-American one said" Hi! I'm Nudge! And I love the colors pink and red. I love to shop and live to do make up! Hey! You would look good with make up! You have such pretty eyes! Did you put eye liner on them they look sooooo good! OH! You know what else is good? Candy! I love it but Anne says it will make me hyper! I don't know why she said that though because I am always hy-mph!"

The olive colored one said "Sorry. She can talk alot. Im Fang."

The red-head said(hey that rhymed!)"Hi Im Lissa and you do look so pretty!" Ugh. Perkiness. My weakness. Like Superman and kryptonite. The witch and water. The-Okay you got the point. Back to what I was saying. The two blond ones said at the same time" Hi. Me and him/her are twins. He/She is Angel/Gazzy." O-Kay. And the freakishly tall one said" 'Sup. Im Iggy and have a future dream of being a gangster yo!" Well, that was different, but a good different.

Anne then turned to me with the smile of the devil and said "Well, Maxine-"

"Maximum" I say, cutting her off before she could dig herself in a hole any deeper than she already has.

"Maximum, my apologies, but shouldn't you introduce yourself?"

I sigh, flipping my bang out of my eyes and say, "Hey, My name is Maximum Ride. Uhh, just came from the Ward, and don't touch my stuff. Okay?"

They all nodded understandingly, as if they knew what it was like to be in this position. They probably do, seeing as were all here for the same reason.

As I turned tot he kitchen to see if they have any cookies, a olive colored hand reaches out and grabs my arm, stopping me in my place.

I slowly turn around, hope for it to be something real, and drop my shoulders in relief when I see the guy who called himself Fang.

He looks down for a bit, then tilts his head up and quietly says,

"Welcome to the Crazy House"

HALLO! Its been a long time I know, but I decided to start back up and also rewrite these chapters. They suck! This is the very first re-write so tell me what you think!

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