Disclaimer: (Sadly) I do not own any of the Maximum Ride characters or any brands, stores, songs, artists, ect. that you may recognize. I wish i did though.

Claimer: I do own the plot.

Okay well this is my first fanfic. I hope you like it!


Max POV

"Hurry up Max!" my brother Iggy shouted. "We're gonna be late."

By 'late' he meant late for being early to school. Iggy has this weird liking for being early to school. I hated it because I could be sleeping for an extra few minutes during that time and we could still make it to school before the bell rings.

"Okay! Just a sec!" I hollered from the bathroom. I threw my hair into a ponytail and ran out to grab my backpack from my room.

Ugh. Brothers. The worst part was that I have not one, but two older brothers who were both older than me. There is Iggy, and then there is Gazzy. We're triplets. Iggy was born first, then Gazzy, and after that yours truly.

Iggy has strawberry blonde hair. He has bright blue eyes and is really tall. Well, technically all three of us are really tall but Iggy is the tallest. He has to be over six foot.

Then there is Gazzy. He has blonde hair and greenish, gold eyes. Gazzy is the second tallest out of the three of us. He is around Iggy's height.

Last but not least is yours truly, me, Maximum Ride. I go by Max for short. I have brown-blonde hair and brown eyes. I am also the shortest out of the three of us at 5'9".

Even though we have a lot of differences and a lot of thing alike about the three of us, we have one thing that knits us all together.

Our wings.

Yes. You heard me right. We have wings. Not chicken wings like the ones they serve at Buffalo Wild Wings. I mean actual wings. We are 2% avian and 98% human. No one but Mom knows about our wings. Mom told us that her husband (our dad who has been missing since the day we were born) and some other doctor took us to use us for their own purposes. Apparently that meant experimenting on us and giving us bird wings.

"Okay. Let's go." I said while clapping my hands together once I reached an impatient Iggy and Gazzy who were waiting for me at the back door.

"About time." Iggy muttered under his breath.

We all climbed into my black Cadillac. Yes it is mine! When we took our drivers test, I was the only one of us who managed to get their license. Iggy has failed the test three times and Gazzy has another test in a couple weeks.

Iggy climbed into the passenger side and Gazzy got the backseat. Before I even started driving, Gazzy took out all of his homework and started working on it. I looked to my right and saw that Iggy had done the same thing. It looked like a teachers desk had exploded in my car. There were papers and pencils and pens everywhere.

"Guys, again?" I asked. This was the fourth time they have done this in the past two weeks. "Why didn't you do it last night?"

"Okay. Reason number one is because Iggy and I were building a new bomb last night." Gazzy replied as if it was obvious. Building bombs were Gazzy and Iggy specialties. I couldn't tell you how many times they have thrown a bomb into my room while I was in there.

It was quiet for a moment as Iggy and I waited for Gazzy to tell us reason number two.

"What's reason number two?" I finally asked, clearly impatient.

"Oh. No, that's all." Gazzy replied with a grin.

All of a sudden Gazzy 'exploded' and the car started to smell like rotten eggs and spoiled milk.

When I say he 'exploded' it usually means he cut the cheese, passed gas, farted, etc.

Now you know why we call him the Gasman, or Gazzy for short.

I started coughing and my eyes started watering. I glanced to my right and saw Iggy coughing uncontrollably. I wished so badly I could jump out of the car and run away from the terrible smell but the car was moving and I was driving.

"No!" Steven!" I shrieked. "Open the windows Iggy!"

"Who the hell is Steven?" Iggy asked with a snicker.

Crap. I didn't mean to blurt my cars name. It just sort of came out.

"Steven is my car." I answered while coughing.

Gazzy started laughing really hard in the backseat.

"You named your car?" Iggy asked. By then, Iggy was laughing too. I looked in the backseat and saw tears stream down Gazzy's face from laughing so hard.

"Yes I named my car! Now open the fucking windows before I use your head to break one open!"

"Sir yes sir!" Iggy shouted then saluted me.

I looked through the rearview mirror and saw Gazzy lying on his side and laughing like a madman.

For the next five minutes I had to smell Gazzy's gas smell and listen to the sound of Iggy and Gazzy's laughter.

Once we finally reached the school, I parked Steven in my usual spot right next to the big oak tree. Just then before I could even blink, Iggy and Gazzy sped out of the car and ran into the school. I have never seen Gazzy that excited to go to school before. Iggy on the other hand actually likes to go to school. I took my time walking to the cafeteria. When I walked through the the double door I saw the most horrible sight.

Iggy and Gazzy were sitting at MY table. I had no idea how they had beat me. They usually stopped by their lockers before they came to the cafeteria. I marched up to them and asked, "Why are you guys sitting at my table?"

Well, technically it wasn't my table. My friends and I always sat there. Iggy and Gazzy sat at the football players and soccer tables.

"The other tables are full." Iggy answered as if it were obvious.

I looked around the big cafeteria. There were only a couple people here. I saw a girl who was wearing all black and was sitting at the emo table. I saw another person working on homework at the band table, and a couple girls drinking Starbucks at the dancer table.

"What do you mean the other tables are full? There's nobody here." I told them.

Gazzy and Iggy suddenly became interested in their shoes and looked down.

"Okay. Never mind. I'll be right back. I'm going to get something to eat." I said.

I walked to the breakfast line, grabbed a Pop Tart, and paid for it. When I got back to the table someone ran into me and I dropped my breakfast. I angrily looked at the person who had caused my poor Pop Tart to fall out of my hands and land on the dirty floor. When I saw who it was I realized it was only Ella. Ella has been my best friend since the seventh grade.

"No! My Pop Tart!" I wailed. "First Steven now this! What's next?!"

Gazzy snorted after I mentioned Steven. I glared at him and gave him the 'shut-up-or-I'll-hurt-you' look.

"Wait, what?' Who's Steven? Okay wait. Never mind." Ella said as she started pulling me away. "We'll be right back." She said with a smile to Iggy and Gazzy.

"Now what is it? You made me drop my Pop Tart! You better be buying me a new one when you're done talking." I said as I crossed my arms.

"Okay I'll buy you a new Pop Tart," Ella told me. "but did you invite Iggy here for me?" She looked at Iggy and smiled. Iggy flashed a smile back.

Ella has had a crush on Iggy since the day she laid her eyes on him. It's pretty gross if you ask me, but it's not surprising. I'm sure half of the girls in this school were crushing on my brothers.

"No I did not. They beat me to the table. When I asked why they were there Iggy said it was because the other tables were full."

Ella looked around like I had done earlier. "But there's nobody here." She answered.

"I know! That's what I said. Let's just let them sit here for right now only because you loooove Iggy!" I told her.

She shushed me so Iggy didn't hear then giggled and asked, "Wait, you never told me who Steven is. Is he your boyfriend?"

"If cars can be in relationships with humans then yes, we are dating." I told her.

"Wait. You named your car?" She started laughing.

Oh no. Not again. I don't just get why people can just accept that I named my car Steven. Lots of people name their cars.

"Yes I named my car! Why do people find that so funny?"

I walked back to the table with Ella behind me. I looked at Ella and saw that she was almost in tears from laughing so hard.

"What's wrong with Ella?" Iggy asked.

"Steven." I told him.

Gazzy started laughing again. Great. If he 'explodes' while we're at school I've decided that I'm moving to Canada and changing my name. Just then my stomach decided that now was a good time to start making whale noises which embarrassed me even more and made all three of them laugh even harder.

"Ella! Go get me another Pop Tart!" I whined.

"Okay okay okay!" she said while putting her hands up in defense and got up. When she came back I took the hash brown and started eating it. Everyone stopped laughing and it got really awkward because no one was talking. Then the bell broke the silence and everyone started getting up and headed towards their classes.

I jumped up and said, "Ella let's roll."

Without another word we got up and started heading to AP Physics. Once we entered the classroom we took our usual seats in the back of the classroom near the windows. Ella and I started talking and then Ella started talking about Iggy. I zoned out and saw a someone I had never seen before stroll into the classroom.

The kid was covered in black from head to toe. He had on a black sweatshirt, a black t-shirt under that, black jeans, and a pair of black Vans. "Well, at least he has a good taste in shoes." I thought. His hair is kind of hard to describe. It has the same style as the guy who played Percy Jackson but it's a little longer around his left eye. His hair was also black.

Either he is emo or was very passionate about the color black. Or he was cold. One time I read something and it said that black absorbs heat. Maybe he's trying to stay warm.

Then our teacher, Mr. Howards, said, "Attention class! We have a new student! Could you introduce yourself to the class?"

Then the kid said, "My name is Fang."

He didn't say anything after that but I swear that half of the girls in our class sighed after he said that.

"Fang," Mr. Howards said, "why don't you go find a seat so I can do attendance."

We were a small class in a big classroom so there were a lot of seats available. Some of the girls patted the seats next to them but Fang walked right past them and took a seat next to me. Me! "Why is this super emo-looking new kid sitting next to me and not next to someone who is actually decent?" I thought.

He set his black binder and black pencil down and took a seat. Without even think I turned to him and said, "Hey, I'm Max."

"Fang." He replied cooly.

"That's a pretty cool name. How'd you get it?" I asked.

"I was a biter as a kid." He said sarcastically.

"Stay away from me then. For all I know, you could be a vampire." I said jokingly.

"Who said I wasn't a vampire?" he asked mischievously.

"Who said I didn't have a wooden stake in my backpack for self-defense against vampires." I countered.

He chuckled and smiled.

I started laughing too but then Mr. Howards decided to kill the fun. He was like a fun murderer. I swear he hated me! Everyone else was talking but he took his anger out on me. There were kids in the class who were practically screaming and I was just talking normally!

"Ms. Ride!" he snapped. "Would you like to go to the office to speak with the principal?"

"No sir." I replied as politely as I could.

"That's what I thought. Now let's start the lesson."


QOTC: favorite color?

AOTC: dark purples and dark blues

remember to stay swaggy and peace out :)