A/N: First of all, thank you three for the reviews: I'm raining on your parade, kEePtHeHeAt and all-thats-interesting. I wasn't expecting many, and they kept me happy so thanks.

And, also, I would have updated sooner but there was a lot of stuff my mum was making me do today so yeah. :/ But here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride. Meh. :L

-Faximum

Max's P.O.V.

Days: 59

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Be-oof!

The dreaded alarm clock. I swear the only invented these to annoy everyone to hell. I try to smack mine, but it's too far away for my arm, so I end up rolling out of bed and plonking on the floor in a messy heap. "Mhhrff," I mumble, looking up at the clock, which isn't very high anymore since I knocked that off the nightstand too. It reads 10am, and I suddenly feel giddy and energetic. I can't remember why, since my life has been so terrible. But I get up and arrange my bed anyway, then go to my wardrobe. It's not nice to look into – not because the clothes aren't pretty, but because of the size of them. They're too big for the average girl. Oh…

I pick out a light blue V-neck and some jeggings to change into, brush my hair and my teeth, and then make my way downstairs for breakfast. My parents are down here; my mum washing up some dishes in the sink and my dad reading a newspaper on the sofa. "Hi mum, hi dad."

"Hi, honey." My father looks up from his paper and smiles at me, but I can see the glint of disappointment in his eyes when he looks at what his only daughter's become. It stabs me, but I try not to think about it as I make some toast and take an apple out of the fridge. When I hear the toaster ding and the toast pops up, I butter it and eat it in the lounge. It's 10:30am, says my TV.

When I'm done, I wash my face and get ready to go out. I figure I could go walking today. That would be good. "I'm going for a walk!" I leave when I hear a muffled response from the lounge, and lock the door behind me. Something buzzes at me from my pocket, and I jump, thinking a bee has found its way into my jeggings, then I remember it's just my phone, which says I have 1 new message.

Nudge: 17732-90835: Sent 10:55am: Forwarded to Iggy: Day 59. Park in 5 minutes. See you there! xx

Oh! How could I possibly have forgotten? I start jogging towards the park, not wanting to be late. This is all for me, anyway, so it would just be rude, and I don't want to be rude to them. I wonder what Nudge has planned for me today. What I want to do first of all is lose weight, but everything counts.

When I finally reach the park, it's 10:02 and they're both sitting on the swings. "Hey!" I call, running up to them. "What are we doing today?" I add eagerly. I want to get started ASAP.

"We are going to the mall." Nudge announces triumphantly. Why! Why do I have to go to the mall! Apparently she sees my expression and frowns. "Well, you don't exactly have the most up-to-date styles," she points out, motioning to my clothes. No, I guess I don't.

"But I want to lose weight, and if we get clothes now, they'll be too big." She only shakes her head when I try to explain why this isn't a good idea, and folds her arms stubbornly.

"Which is why, instead of the size you buy now, we are going to buy 15-16s. You'll fit into them when we're finished with you."

I only realise he's been silent when Iggy finally pipes up. "And where do I fit into all of this? I'm a guy. I don't know anything about girl fashion."

"We'll need a boy's point of view too." She drags us by our wrists towards Iggy's car (it's his dad's, because he doesn't have one of his own yet), and I realise she's relentless about this. However much we complain, she is going to take us clothes shopping and there's nothing we can do about it. I get into the back silently, as Iggy slides into the driver's seat and Nudge sits next to him. He probably doesn't know how to get to the mall quickly, and you can bet Nudge does.

We set off, and it turns out, he's been shopping more than I expected, so it only takes about 15 minutes. Once we're there, Nudge instinctively squeals as she gets out and pulls us through the huge double doors. The entrance is all made of big glass panels, to make the place seem more inviting I guess. You can see all the shops. Right in the entrance is a party store and a milkshake bar, but from then on it's mostly shoes and accessories. Nudge says that's not what we're looking for, and leads us expertly around some corners, up an escalator, down some hallways, to her own little heaven.

Clothes.

"Eee! Come on!" she squeaks, rushing towards a shop called 'Ramona's Boutique.' It has shiny white mannequins in the windows, all sporting bright summer styles and floaty outfits. We follow her reluctantly in, and she's already chatting excitedly with a woman behind the counter. Nudge obviously comes here a lot – they seem to be on a first-name basis, and talking like 'BFFS'. She turns and sees us. "This is Max and Iggy, my best friends. We're here to completely remake Max's look!"

"Ooh goody!" the woman says, hurrying round the counter to meet us. "Hi, I'm Ramona." She holds out her hand, and we shake it in turn. She gives us a smile that says, 'any friend of Nudge's is a friend of mine'. I expect Nudge is good friends with all the store owners around here.

"I'm Max." I say, just to clarify. It's usually a boy's name after all, so she might not have guessed. Then she spreads her arms out like she's going to ask for a group hug, but I'm glad she doesn't.

"I trust you'll be safe in Nudge's hands!" she says, making her way back behind the desk again, then gives the blushing girl a pointed look. "I hope." Nudge giggles, grabs our hands and runs into the tall aisles of T-shirts, V-necks and batwing tops. There are clothes of all colours, shapes and sizes and the next few hours go by in a whiz. Iggy is really helpful too, and it turns out having a boy's eye is a good thing, because he can see what looks nice on a girl. We spend a few hours in the other shops too, and then wrap it all up at 6, making plans to meet on Sunday. I have to say, I had a lot of fun today.

I slide my diary into the drawer, having captured all the most important and cherished moments of my day. Not only did we change my style and renew my wardrobe, but there was a lot more exercise involved today than I would have expected. I'm so pleased.

I'm ready for bed, and I'm sitting in it, so I might as well sleep now. And as I click the light of, I take a moment to count my blessings. One, two.

One for each of my friends.

A/N: Sorry it's not as long or thorough as it could have been, but I really have to go to bed now, so I'll see you tomorrow probably. Please review and tell me what you think of chapter 2!