Hello. Max here. Any comments about the name and I will personally cave your face in.

Right now I'm walking down a dusty road in the middle of nowhere. I'm a runaway. My mother, Valencia, used me as a slave to do all of her dirty work for her. My father, Jeb, was a scientist. He left when I was three after engraving huge brown and white wings on my back.

Great guy, right?

Anyway, since then, my mother has made me do everything she wants. Which includes stealing, beating people up, and conning people into giving her money. But the last straw was when she asked me to kill some guy who had refused to work with her. When she asked me to do it, I just laughed. She immediatly kicked me out. I'm pretty glad I got away from that hellhole, but right now, I am starving, freezing, and broke.

I kicked some dust up and looked around. Still no sight of a town, city, anything. So I let my wings out, stretching their aching muscles from being cramped up against my back. By now they were fourteen feet long from tip to tip. The base was a dark brown that got lighter towards the ends, which were snowy white with brown freckles. Heh. Wing freckles.

You might be wondering why I wasn't flying to my destination. Answer: Because it is so damn hard to fly for seven hours straight, jackass.

Suddenly, I heard a noise. I turned around to see a silver Porsche about fifteen feet away. I folded my wings, but they woudn't go back in the jacket!

"Goddamn Hell! Stupid wings!" I shouted, shaking my fist at the sky. The car pulled up beside me and the window scrolled down at lightning speed.

"ZOMG! YOU HAVE GIANT WINGS STICKING OUT OF YOUR BACK! LADY! I-" I leaned in through the window and slammed a hand against the girl's mouth.

She had Mocha skin and chocolatey brown eyes, and thick, curly black hair.

"I know I have wings. I'll take my hand off if you don't scream at me again. Can I have a ride?" I ask tiredly, and peel my hand away from her mouth. She nods and launches into another rant as I climb into her car.

" My names Monique, but call me Nudge! Wow, your wings are so pretty, how did you get them? I bet they would look so good with, say, a ruffley pink blouse and skinny jeans? My brother would probably freak out if he saw them! ZOMG! You should meet him! By the way, why are you walking out here any way? Oh, I know! You're a wanted criminal and you're escaping from the scene of the crime! I wonder..." Nudge went on and on, so I just tuned her out. Soon, we're pulling up at a big, light blue house.

Oh sorry, I really haven't introdeuced myself properly. Maximum Ride. Dirty blonde, wavy hair and a killer style. I have solid brown eyes, like Nudge.

I leap out of the car like its comtaminated. I have hated small spaces my whole life.

"Come on in! My mother is making some food and we have a spare bedroom! And.."

At the mention of food my mouth waters. How long has it been? Two, maybe three days? And I need more nourishment, as a bird freak. Speaking of which...

I grab Nudge by the collar so she'll pay attention to me.

"Oy. You Can't tell anyone about my wings, alright?"

Nudge nods and I release her. She smooths out her shirt and skips inside. I sigh. More Motormouths?

I really hope not.