I don't own Maximum Ride :( It's all JP's.
Forever Broken – Chapter1 - Of Broken Bonds
Present Day
"Max. Ma-ax!" Someone chirped, rattling her shoulder. "Time to wake up, sleepyhead!"
Max rolled over in her small bed, burying her face in her pillow.
"Go away, Nudge." she mumbled into it.
"No, Max! We have to get to Science, and we can't be late this time. I do not need another detention on my record, and I refuse to spend another hour with that, that hideous monster! Have you seen his facial hair?!"
Max blocked Nudge out and kept her eyes closed, willing sleep to come again.
"Come on!" Nudge whined, shaking her fiercely.
"Alright, alright, fine. Just let go of me."
Max sat up slowly and groaned. The bright sunlight streamed in through curtains as adjusted to consciousness. Her eyes opened to the sight of her and Nudge's small boarding school dorm and Nudge was right in the middle of it, where she usually was – in front of the mirror..
"Good girl, Maxy!" Nudge crooned from where she was standing, already dressed, make-up-ed, and ready to face the day.
Max glared at her as she stumbled out of her bed, past the One Direction posters that blanketed their blue walls, and into the bathroom.
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*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEEP*BEE-
Fang slammed his fist down on his alarm clock, preparing to throw it at his beaten bedroom door like most mornings, but then realized his door wasn't there. Instead, he saw a spotless, seemingly perfect door. Well, spotless and seemingly perfect except for the FML etched into the bottom left corner.
Lazy confusion stopped his brain for a few seconds. He stared at the door with a dumb expression on his face until his brain unclouded and he remembered.
"A new beginning," his mother had said, "a chance to start all over again, make new friends, learn new things, and create a whole new future for yourself!"
He rose from his dark bed and was quickly taken over by vertigo. After regaining his senses, he stared his blank, unfamiliar walls and felt the stiff carpet under his feet.
No, Mom, he said to himself as he started towards his still messily packed suitcase that was perched by the dresser, this is none of those things. This is hell.
My own, personal hell: boarding school.
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Hey guys! I hope you liked this chapter and I'm really sorry about the long wait for updates, and knowing me, it won't get any better
Just, know that I am really trying and I love you guys all so much!
~Yabbers