My first posted Fan-Fiction is here! The Original Creator of this story is xXimmortalXx. Check out their story: "The Biggest Battle High School"
Summary: Max and Angel are on there own, recently escaping The School; and are now going to high school. There they meet Nudge, Gazzy, Fang, and Iggy. Can Max trust them? And what happens when Erasers show up? FAX! NIGGY! Maybe some Angel/Ari and Gazzy/OCC.
Max's Biggest Battle, High-School : Chapter One
My name is Maximum Ride, a.k.a Max. I'm a 15-year-old winged-mutant freak. Yeah, I've got wings. Pretty badass ones too. I live with my 'adoptive parents' and Angel my 'sister.' The quotations meaning they aren't really my parents and sister. Even though we aren't blood related, we consider ourselves sisters. Maybe it was growing up next to each other in dog crates. Or, maybe, it was the whole we-are-the-only-two-people-we-can-trust-on-the-planet thing. Let's back up a bit.
I come from The School, a science lab in which scientists experiment on innocent children. I was stolen from the hospital as a baby, I think. Angel, 14, also comes from The School. Though at first she may seem sweet, she holds a killer inside. She can be as scary as me when she wants to, and I'm pretty damn scary. So, yeah. We were injected with bird DNA as infants, causing us to be only 98% human, and 2% bird. That 2% gave us humongo wings, super light bones, and air sacs in addition to lungs. We are also 6x stronger and faster than humans, and we don't break as easy. The two of us also have some cool powers. A year ago we broke free. What can I say, waiting for Superman gets old. That's one of my catch phrases. One out of, like, a hundred. Oops, off topic. After we broke out, we made some random couple be our parents in order to be inconspicuous. Having a mind-reading, mind-controlling sister helps. Remember those cool powers? Yeah. We learned everything about the real world that we could. Thank God for internet. I've had enough of Angel's complaining, so we are going to high-school. I mean, its totally worth risking being locked in a cage and enduring mental and physical torture, as long as we make friends! (Note Sarcasm) Apparently we have a really high I.Q., whatever that means, (A/N: Do you see what I did there? Huh? Huh?) so we learned everything up to college. In like, three months. So, did we need high-school? No. Angel is everything to me, so high-school it is. About 2 weeks ago I got a job as a waitress at Logan's, which is going great. Because, eventually, the white coats will find us and we'll need to be ready to be on the run. I'll be a sophomore and Angel will be a freshman.
So, more about me! Yay! Not. I've got a slender build, toned stomach and muscles. I'm tall, both of us are, with dirty-blonde hair and brown eyes. How average. And, surprisingly unaverage, my wings are 14-foot wide and pale tan with white steaks with brown freckly spots. Pretty impressive. I can't cook. My sarcasm is unbeatable, and getting under someone's skin is one of my many talents. I can keep my cool in most situations, and I have that 'leader' aura. I'm good with the older sister/mom stuff. I always fight for the underdog; it's been called my fatal flaw. I think we're done. Now, let's describe Angel.
Angel has bleach blonde hair and baby blue eyes. That, with her 13-foot pure white wings, made her look like a real angel. Angel is sweet, and kinda pure; She has a dark side. She is smart and direct. She's loving and likes helping others; being around her makes you smile. She can adapt to situations quickly. Like, if she needs to be cold, uncaring, and scary, she can. Shes beautiful. She likes the 'fashionable' clothes and make-up. Gross. You'll never see me in anything but a hoodie, skinny jeans, and my beloved knee-high combat boots. Let's get this thing started! (cue fist pump)
I awoke to Angel jumping on my bed.
"Max! Get up! Get ready for school!" she shrieked.
I rolled over. " Do I have to?" I whined like some 4 year old spoiled brat. Very-un-Max-like. She rolled her eyes, yanking me outta bed. FYI, I'm NOT a morning person. Angel is, though. Actually, she's a morning, afternoon, and night person.
Soon I was ready to go. I had on a slightly big, black hoodie that had 'BITE ME' in big, bold, red letters. And red skinny jeans, with my combat boots. To top it off, I actually brushed my hair! Because Angel couldn't decide between her light blue sandals or dark blue scandals, we almost missed the bus. Come on Angel, seriously? "Sorry!" Angel said cheerfully to the bus driver. I just nodded. We sat in the middle, Angel by the window, across from a girl with long, curly, brown hair and big, brown eyes. "Hi! My name is Nudge, what's yours? It's just a nickname, but I like it better than my real name; Beth. I mean how boring is that? I got it from my friends. Actually, we all have pretty goofy nicknames. ZOMG! Maybe you guys can be our friends and join our group! Then we could give you guys nicknames. Doesn't that sound fun? And ..."
Some skinny guy with reddish-blonde hair and deep green eyes sitting 5 seats behind us sighed loudly and rolled his eyes, while moving his Beats from over his ears to around his neck. Really, really gracefully- weird, right?- he got up and walked over here, putting his hand over her mouth. "My ears are bleeding, Nudge." He glanced back at us. "And you've scared the newbies. Look, their eyes are as wide as dinner plates." Nudge blushed, grinning sheepishly, "Sorry" "No problem." I said breathlessly, still recovering. How did she say all of that in one breath? The boy flopped ( how do you flop gracefully?) between Nudge and the window. "The names Iggy." Angel and I talked to them on the way.
They seem innocent, but who knows, we can't trust anyone, kay?
Angel caught my eyes and nodded. The mind-reading really comes in handy. We pulled into the school.Here we go!
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