A/N: Hi! Uhh. . . No nonsense Aya notes for a while. You won't see them on my other 2 stories either. I want to focus on ending my other two stories.
This is a new story, by the way. Hope you'll like it.
Chapter 1 Max POV
I'm not what you think I am.
I'm different; I've been called many names. Most of them are not to be mentioned because they're too disgusting.
I'm Maximum Ride.
A seventeen-year-old girl who has been arrested too many times that my mother decided to transfer me to a boarding school.
And that's where my bus is going.
Deveraux Academy for Girls.
I wonder how my senior year's gonna pass by?
My mother told me that Deveraux Academy for Girls is an elite boarding school for girls. ONLY.
I'm gonna spend my whole senior year in a school full of pheromone-obsessed girls, except that the school doesn't have testosterones.
What a life.
Actually, my life. I've been transferred to twenty-three schools in the span of three years. Imagine that.
No one likes me.
Honestly, people are scared of me. I've heard rumors that I'm a monster. A girl who has black, jagged teeth and warts all over my face. A girl who can kill you with a straw. A girl who has the voice of Frankenstein. A girl whose gaze can paralyze you the second you stare at her. A girl who is the spawn of the Devil.
They're pretty funny too. They still make me laugh until I cry.
Maybe that's why I get in trouble a lot.
My mother once told me that I'm the worst daughter ever but she won't trade me for anyone. Though I may be hard-headed, I'm not stupid.
At the twenty-three schools I've been, my grades were all A's.
People think that if you're a delinquent, you're stupid. Again, a stereotype. Some people always jump to conclusions right away.
Besides being a delinquent and having straight A's, I have some other traits.
My sister said I'm kind and gentle. I've always helped anyone who's in trouble. Pretty much I'm a sucker for anyone in distress.
I love helping people. After I help someone, I feel. . . rejuvenated. Relaxed. Renewed. And there's nothing better than someone giving you gratitude.
People are not the only ones I help. I also help helpless animals. Stray dogs and cats. Squirrels. Once, I helped a deer. I always bring the wounded animals to my mother because she's a veterinarian.
I also love helping Mother Nature. I still want to live after 2012, you know. Basically, I'm a green person.
I can play the guitar (Both electric and acoustic), piano, ukulele, drums, bass guitar, and the violin. I can also sing. (Shocker, right?)
One thing I can never do: cook.
I'm the worst cook ever. I can't even work the toaster. So, whenever my mother is cooking, she always bans me in the kitchen.
That's me.
The side most people doesn't see everyday.
I'm now in the belly of the testosterone-loving beast.
It's actually six-thirty in the evening, so most of the girls are having dinner in the dining room.
I decided not to go there, even though my stomach is ordering me to. I went straight to my room and didn't even bother turning on the lights.
I plop on the nearest bed and close my eyes.
Just looking at the size of this school is enough for me to get exhausted.
The last sound I hear is NeverShoutNever! singing the last lines of Happy.
I'm happy knowing that you are mine
The grass is greener on the other side
The more I think, the more I wish
That we could lay here for hours and just reminisce
A/N: RnR?