Hey guys! This is a long one and after I realized how much I wrote I decided to end it so you must love me for my dedication to this long chapter which I spent my entire free time in homeroom typing most of it instead of talking to my friends! There will be some confusion especially in the (SPOILER ALERT) hallmark moment. And there for every chapter there will be a little a/n in the bottom explaining some stuff and maybe a couple contest sometimes (wink wink).

Disclaimer: Read the first chapter and for those of you who are too lazy (this teenage era is getting lazier by the day) I do not own Maximum Ride. But that doesn't mean that I can't wish to take over James Patterson on my birthday candles. :D

One Word: Why?

Author: Ana1xoxo (Bubbles Poof)

Chapter Two: First Day, People Already Know I'm Crazy.

Beeeeep. Beeeeep. Beeeeep. Oh God, remind me again why I bought an alarm clock. Uh, another day, another dreadful morning, another hungry stomach. I got out of bed, throwing the sheets to the side, and unsteadily made my way to the bathroom. My hand shot out for the doorknob as I opened the door and stepped into the bathroom. Shrugging my clothes off, I got into the shower for a quick bath. Once again the hot water soothed my numb body, easing my aching muscles. Sadly, I needed to hurry or I was going to be late for school.

I gripped my towel, dried myself, ran to my drawers and got my undergarments and put them on. I had already picked out my outfit- a plain, dark gray tank top with a maroon rose on it, short leather jacket, black skinny jeans and my Vans. For my hair, I put a simply, dark red bow/pin on the side and brushed my bangs to the side. In one swift downward movement, I grabbed my black Jansport book bag with everything in it (everything = books, pencils, pens, cell phone, I –pod, etc).

Iggy was in the kitchen, as usual- making breakfast. My mouth watered as the fresh scent of bacon hit my nose. I plopped down on one of the kitchen counter chairs.

"Good morning, devil's spawn," greeted Iggy.

"Good morning to you too, Eeyore. Are you done with breakfast yet?"

"Uh huh. Here you go. All though I'd rather prefer you starved to death but Mom wouldn't approve and Angel would miss you. Although I have no idea how something so sweet could miss something like you."

"Haha, Iggy such the kidder. I ask myself how Angel can like being around a pervert much like yourself," I said as I popped an egg into my mouth.

"Just finish your breakfast and hurry up. We need to drop Angel off at school."

I finished quickly and we left. Angel's school wasn't far from ours so we made it there on time.

"Good luck sweetie," I said when we dropped her off in her second grade classroom and I kissed her forehead.

"Thanks Max, you too," she said.

Iggy and I went back to his new Audi.

I groaned halfway to our new school.

"What's up," asked Iggy.

"I hate this! I don't want to go and start again. Life was fine without Jeb but now its all different and I hate it," I screamed.

"Calm down Max. Everything will be alright, I promise. And if it isn't then, I'll be there for you no matter what. We will make it through and life will be like before… you know," Iggy reassured me.

"Thanks, Ig. You may not know this but you're the best, pyro, perverted, big bro ever," I said smiling. This is what I call a hallmark moment.

School started in about forty- five minutes so that left us plenty of time to get our schedules, get some background info on the school and check out our classes. The office had barely any people and no one was at the counter.

"Good morning. I am Maximum Ride and this is my brother Ig- James Ride. We are new students and need to get our schedules," I explained to the "older" lady working.

"Ah, yes. Maximum Ride here you go. And Ig-James? I'm sorry I can't seem to find him."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean Ig-James, it's just James Ride. Iggy is his nickname and since I call him that a lot, it stuck," I said.

"Okay, James Ride here's your file. Good luck to both of you."

"Thank you ma'am, have a good day."

Iggy and I walked out of the main office and to one of the tables in the courtyard with an umbrella.

My schedule was:

Homeroom: 457

Period one: Science Honors- Room: 302

Period two: World History Honors- Room: 215

Period three: Algebra 2 Honors- Room: 148

Lunch

Period four: Psychology Honors- Room: 758

Period five: English Honors- Room: 562

Period six: Physical Education- Room: 100

Iggy's schedule was:

Homeroom: 567

Period one: English Honors- Room: 562

Period two: Science Honors- Room: 302

Period three: Algebra 2 Honors- Room: 148

Lunch

Period four: World History Honors- Room: 215

Period five: Psychology Honors- Room: 758

Period six: Physical Education- Room: 100

"Let's go see the rooms real quick before the bell rings," I suggested.

"Okay, but hurry up we have fifteen minutes."

After seeing all the classrooms and sort of making a route for each of them in my head, I went to homeroom.

"Later, sis," Iggy said.

"Bye. See you in Algebra."

I made my way to homeroom without and interruptions but a couple whispers such as- "hey, look! That's the new girl. I heard she lives in Batchelder's house." "Who is that?" " That's the new girl, she looks scary. I wonder what Lissa's going to think when she sees her."

I could feel my muscles tense and I stopped dead on my tracks when I heard the name. If this Lissa was turned out to be Lissandra Garcia, then I had lost lost all hope of having a peaceful sophomore year in this new rich life. Now that I look back, I was stupid not to suspect this. Sure, I knew Lissa was moving at the same time as me, I mean come on she used to be my next door neighbor. But, since I never talked to her, I didn't know where she was moving to exactly.

I don't know how long I was standing there in the middle of the hallway. All I knew was that people were starting to look at me weird and some even cringed. Wait, why would they cringe? Oh, I was giving the floor a death glare.

Awesome Max, first day and people already think you're crazy, which you technically are.

You may be wondering who just talked. Well, it was a voice inside my head that I don't know if it is male or female or any other characteristic. Don't you have one? I guess they discontinued them because I got mine at Brands Mart for two dollars.

Hey! I don't cost that much! You bought me for a quarter!

Voice, that was supposed to be sarcasm for me and offensive for you.

Now people were giving me even stranger looks. I sighed inwardly and when I looked up, there were only six kids in total, scattered around the hallway. Damn it! This is what I get for rambling to myself in my head! Now I am going to be late for homeroom and that gives me a free ticket for the ride on to the teacher's bad side. Not that I really care, no teacher has ever liked me but at least I tried before!

I placed my feet in position to run, only to run into a wall. Except, I guess it wasn't a wall because it fell and made an oof sound. Instinctively, I turned and kept spinning as I regained my balance. Once I stopped spinning, my back was against a wall and I looked down to find a male figure with strawberry blond hair.

"Sorry," I exclaimed as I helped him the boy up.

"No problem, um...,"

"Max. Maximum Ride," I instantly responded.

"Nice to meet you Max, I'm Gazzy." Gazzy shook my hand.

Confusion crossed my face. Who names their child Gazzy?

"I don't know. This world gets more confusing and crazy by the day, so I can see you fitting in, in the future."

"Shut up," I yelled/thought to Voice.

"Speaking of names, you never gave me one."

"Hello. Maaax." Gazzy was waving his hand in front of my face and I quickly snapped out of my daze, causing my head to jerk to my left.

"Shit! We're extremely late. What's your homeroom," I questioned Gazzy and pulled him in the direction of my homeroom because something told me we had the same homeroom.

"Room 457." Ha I was right!

"Cool, mine too. Is the teacher nice?"

"Uh- huh. But she hates it when people are late." Just my luck.

A plan started to form in my mind. "I got an idea," I started. "Since I am new, I could use the excuse that I 'got lost' for the next couple days. So, the story is I 'got lost' and you helped me find my way, got it?"

"Yup," Gazzy nodded.

We reached the door soon and stepped inside. Forty- two eyes turned on us (21 people, counting the teacher). Gazzy didn't move from behind me but I was the first to speak. The teacher seemed to be in her late thirties- early forties. She had a royal blue blouse on with black dress pants and navy blue high-heels. Her hair was a dark brown and curled lightly as it fell below her shoulders.

"Hi, I am the new student, Maximum Ride. I am so sorry I am late but I got lost and Gazzy helped me find my homeroom," I swiftly lied.

"Ah, yes. Well Gazzy, that was kind of you, please take a seat. I am , welcome to our school. Would you be comfortable with me calling you Max, or do you prefer Maximum," her voice was gentle and welcoming. I inwardly let out a breath, she was nice.

"Max is fine, thank you."

"Very well then. You don't have to do the entire speech of your name and where you come from, truthfully I find it ridiculous that some teachers make students do that. Its like your new, so you automatically have to give people your full name and a summary of your entire life. Well, I won't keep you any longer, just take a seat where ever you feel comfortable."

I smiled and I had a feeling that she was going to be my favorite professor in this school.

"Thanks," I replied and made my way to the empty chair next to Gazzy.

"She's nice," I commented to Gazzy.

"Yeah, she's the nicest teacher in the school and believe when I tell you, all the other teachers think we are stuck up and snooty rich children that should be tolerated at a private school."

"I don't know why, but that sentence doesn't sound like you came up with it."

"I didn't," Gazzy smirked. "Let's just say, I know what every teacher says in this school. Its how I know when the next project, test and other stuff is going to happen."

"Mind reader, eh?"

"Nope, more like pyromaniac and I good person-reader."

I raised my eyebrows. "Pyromaniac? That doesn't sound like something you would do."

"Trust me, he's a pyromaniac alright. Just wait until he goes to chemistry," I voice said from behind.

I turned and found a pair of obsidian eyes boring into mine. My heart threatened to beat out of my chest as I realized who he was. Only then do I decide to see a flash of flaming, red hair behind his shoulder.

"Oh, Nicky! Let's go I need to tell you about- why are you talking to that," Lissa questioned in her nasally voice. The boy's face, which previously had no expression in it, shows pure and absolute annoyance. I don't blame him, Lissa annoys everyone. My gaze left his warm and welcoming eyes to a pair of green, cat-like eyes.

"Lissa if your looking for a that, I suggest you look in your make-up mirror, which everyone can clearly see you have used too much, or one of your bitch apprentices," I said with a death glare for effect. Lissa cringed and moved a step back.

"Whatever, just stay out of my way Ride."

"Will do, Garcia. Just remember today isn't my day that much either."

Lissa touched her nose as if remember the little "incident" at the mall, I smiled. My eyes moved back to Nick's and Gazzy's. Gazzy had his mouth open and Nick looked like he had been slapped across the face with a little word called- Realization.

"What? Never seen a short girl-bitch talk? By the way Gazzy, I suggest you close your mouth or your going to catch a fly, which doesn't taste to good alone. I like them with a little salt and BBQ sauce," I joked.

"You got some nerve to talk to Lissa like that," Gazzy explained his shock.

"Yeah, I got nerve to do a lot of things," I smiled at his appreciation.

"That's not the only reason I am shocked. Fang has never said more than five words in a sentence."

"Fang," I asked genially confused.

"His real name Nick but he hates his name so everyone calls him Fang."
"Oh. Well, Fang, that nickname suits you," I told Fang/Nick.

"Mhm," he responded but he still seemed lost in thought. "Um, what's your name?"
"Maximum Ride but everyone calls me Max."

Fang nodded. "So you were at the mall yesterday, right?"

"Yes."

"And you were the girl that beat the crap out of Lissa, right?"

I opened my mouth to make a witty remark like "are you an undercover cop, interrogating me" but I couldn't because the bell rung. Fang grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of the room.

"What's your next class," Fang urgently asked.

"Um," I took out my schedule. "Science- 302."

He nodded. "Me too. What lunch do you have?"

"Second, you?"

"Second." Now I understood what Gazzy was saying about Fang talking in short sentences. We walked inside and Fang stayed behind me while I talked to the teacher.

"Hi, I'm Max the new student," I greeted.

"Ah, yes welcome Max. My name is and I will be your science teacher for this year. Please take a seat where ever you like but remember, if you do not behave I will have to move you," he said

Is it me or is this the exact same thing that your fourth grade teacher told you?

Its not you, my fourth grade teacher said exactly the same thing. Except she called me Maxine.

Ha! I remember that, Maxine. Woo, that year was hilarious, Maxine.

Shut it, before I zone out and look crazy again.

Too late..

The teacher was giving me a confusing look and Fang was started to tug at my jacket. I let him pull me away to a seat next to his.

"You know, you zone out a lot. I wonder what goes on in that head of yours. Although, I have a strange feeling its about bacon sometimes," Fang said.

"Your right, but not today."

"Oh! Before I forget..." Fang digged through his book bag for a notebook and ripped a page out and took out a pen. He wrote something quickly, folded it and handed it to me. I opened it and I found a phone number with the name Fang on top with chicken scratch handwriting.

Oof, and I thought you had bad handwriting.

I rolled my eyes at my little friend and looked over at fang who was already looking at me with a confused expression. Once he realized he was showing emotion he picked up his -less facade.

I took out my own piece of paper, put Fang's number in my pocket and wrote: I talk to myself a lot.

(a/n: bold is Fang, Italics is Max)

I kind of got that

Kind of?

Okay, like two or three times today. So far.

Yup- so far. Here is my schedule. Underline the classes we have together.

When I got the paper back, the entire thing was underlined.

Stalker...

Ha, you wish.

Nah, I already had a stalker back in my hometown. Not as fun as you think.

Define stalker.

Crazy asshole that needs to get a life and stop coming over to my house and climbing the tree outside my room, spying on me as I do my homework.

Only at home?

I wish. This kid fricken followed me EVERYWHERE. I'm not joking- he almost followed me into the girl's bathroom!

I'm inwardly cracking up.

Inwardly! Dude is looked like A) You really need to go to the bathroom or B) You are shitting your pants. I am guessing both.

Har- har. Bell's about to ring, wait for me after class.

I nodded and crunched the paper up and put it in my book bag. Today's lesson in science I had already done in my other school so I zoned out and thought of nothing in particular. I decided to have a conversion with my friend.

So, um, what name do you want?

That is your job not mine sweetie.

Don't call me sweetie like that. I'm sorry but it makes you sound like a little bitch.

Okay, so I made a list:

1) Bob

2) Voice

3) Elmo

4) Pickachu

5) Barney

6) Mickey Mouse or M.M

7) Blank

And in what time did you make this list?

Does it matter? Just chose a name woman!

Pushy! God, okay I like M.M. So what's up M.M?

Your brain?

Your boring me to death, bye!

I went over the songs I knew the lyrics to. I picked Something by Escape the Fate and started my mini-I pod in my brain which is always playing a song in the back. Sometimes I focused only on it and started to sing in my head. I'm Max like that.

My stomach grumbled on the second verse for no apparent reason and I couldn't wait for lunch.

Ohkaii! So did you like it? Did you hate it? Are you bored? REVIEW!

The song at the end was: Something by Escape the Fate. They are a really good rock band and I love them.

How was that hallmark moment/ confusion?

IDEAS ARE WELCOME PEOPLE!

Also, the first person to review gets a prologue to the next chapter.

I might do something crazy if I get a certain amount of reviews (tell my crush I like him?). If you want my life to be ruined- then I need like 5 more reviews. Come on! That's nothing. Zip, zap, (zop haha) nada! Pleeeaaasseeee! I can write please in 4 different languages:

1) Please - english

2) Por favor - spanish

3) S'il vous plaît - french

4) Do it before I break your arm! - Max

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