A/N:
Okay I have a serious problem… I seem to write WAYY to many stories. And look! I'm writing another one.
Shh * Looks around** whispers* It's an obsession!
So anyway… Here's the summary to this story.
Summary: Max is the great cheerleader. It's her passion. She wants to go pro. What happens when she moves across the United States? What happens when one fateful night makes her quite cheerleading cold turkey? What happens when she meet's the rest of the group? Will I ever stop talking like this? Read 2 find out!
Yea I know I've written a story like this before. But Max was a dancer not a cheerleader. It WILL be different so please read and BE NICE!
So without further ado,
Chapter one,
Set Them Up, Knock Them Down
Max P.O.V.
A cold wind floated across lower Manhattan as I ran across the street to my house, coming from cheer practice. I sighed in relief. These 90 degrees days were not getting any better. I ran up the steps of my red brick house as Moves like Jagger by Maroon 5 blasted through the headphones of my blue I Pod Nano.
"With those moves like Jagger" I singed along as I slammed the door closed.
"I'm home!" I shouted over the music that was pumping into my ears every second.
"Come her Max, I need to talk to you!" my mom shouted back. Jeesh… shouting problems much? I snickered at my own stupidity and I pulled out my headphones and lightly tossed them on the kitchen table.
I walked up to my mom and gave her a hug and stepped back. She gave my black short shorts, gray tank top and converse get-up a once over and giggled. She walked over to the fridge and I hopped up on the long counter.
"So what do you wanna talk about?" I questioned going over everything I did this week in my head. Hopping I didn't do anything to get me into too much trouble. Did my homework, cheered, hanged with friends and beat a kid up on Thursday. I inwardly shuddered and looked back toward my mom as she threw a water bottle at me.
"Max were moving. I'm getting a new job at a vet clinic In L.A." she said and started to heat up left over taco's. I froze in the motion of lifting the water bottle to my lips. I screamed and my mom grabbed the water bottle before I could drop it to the ground.
"I'm so sorry Max but were moving tonight. Your stuff's all packed up." I looked at her with the look.
"I did it. No Ella. Promise. Now go make sure all the stuffs there and put on some different clothes" I sighed and nodded and jumped off the counter and I turned to go down the stairs to my basement bedroom.
"Oh and Max. I know about last Thursday" I flinched and sighed. Busted. I hurried down the steps before I could get in more trouble then I already was.
LINE NAMED EMILEE!
Ugh, how many times have I said this? I don't want to move! Ugh. Stupid moms and there stupid jobs. I must have fallen asleep on the plane ride there because my mom and Ella were just moving to leave the plane and I jumped up and ran after them.
"What happened to no man left behind?" I asked and Ella giggled. We grabbed out extra bags and headed out of the airport and into my mom's new car. She started it up and put the top down. I let out a scream of pure joy. L.A Maximum Ride is here.
TIME SKIP
Ten minutes later my mom pulled up to a red brick house similar to our old house. She pulled the car up the driveway and turned to look at us both.
"Now girls the house is pretty much the same as it was back home. Go find your rooms" With that I grabbed my bags and bolted through the door and up the stairs. I stopped at a door marked Max room and winked at Ella and went in.
The walls were the same black with multi-color glow in the dark spatters. I sighed and tossed my bag on my bed which had a shocking green comforter on it. I smiled and giggled. My mom knew me so well.
"Guys there some people I want you to meet" my mom shouted up the steps.
"Let me change first!" I shouted back down. See I was in an old oversized shirt and baggy pants and it looked really gross but totally my style but I thought I'd do it for my mom.
I pulled out purple skinny jeans, black gimme candy shirt, my silver jealous? Necklace and my ring that said bad in big sparkly letters. (A/N: Link to outfit on profile). I changed quickly and padded barefooted to the door. I flung it open and took two deep breaths.
Time to face the people.
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