Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride. James Patterson does.

Chapter 4-The Room and cookies

Max's POV

Whoa! Just whoa! I was staring open-mouthed at most basically everything as we made our way to my room. If I thought the outside was a mansion, the inside was a hotel! There was just so many rooms and most of them are empty. I heard a chuckle from my right and I turned and glared at the person without even knowing who it was. Hey! What can I say, I'm paranoid! Try living with temporary parents and some of them is not exactly nice. Why do you think I got kicked out so much, I'm not that bad . . . okay, maybe I am, but bad enough to be kicked out of ten homes? I don't think so. I'm surprised that I'm not mentally scarred. Anyway . . . back to the person who turns out to be, well, what a surprise, Fang!

'What.' I snapped.

'Hey, don't go all snappy at me, I just wanted to say that if you don't close your mouth, you'll catch flies.' Fang held his hands up in a surrender motion. His face was emotionless but if you were more observant like me, you could see the asmusement in his eyes. I scowled at him.

'Ain't you suppose to be the quiet, emo one?' I scowled at him and he scowled back.

'I told you, I. Am. Not. Emo!' he cried out, showing exasperation in his voice and eyes. I turned to face the rest of the family, wondering why they were being so quiet and found them, even Mrs M, staring at me and Fang like we had grown two heads. And let me tell you a certain detail about me that might save your life if you meet me, and that particular detail is that I absolutely hate to be stared at.

'What!' I snapped. Hey can you blame me? I don't care what kind of family they are, they're still a foster family to me. Of course, it's also hard to forget about the abusive ones since that I have scars under all my clothes. They're really quite smart, much to my misfortune, so they hit me at the areas where the scars can't be seen.

Yeah . . . remember the time that I said that the people who adopted me regretted it, you do? Yeah well, I ain't kidding. Some families are the goody-two-shoes kind which immediately regretted adopting me ever since they found out how troublesome (I'm being modest, I mean, come on! A person who starts a fight and annoys every teacher in school everyday in school is definately more than troublesome!) I can be. While, the ones who are abusive, well that's another story, they regretted adopting me because, apparentally, I'm the cause to all their problems. For example, I'm the cause of them getting fired, low on money and, my personal favourite, they just hit because I live and breathe their air (Jeesh, I mean an animal is more deserving to live than them.).

'Oh, it's just that that's more than what Fang usually says.' Ella said, still staring at me and Fang.

'And how much does Fang usually says?' I asked curiously. How can I not be curious? The whole family stares at him like that when he only says about two sentences.

'About ten to twenty words a month.' said Iggy looking dazed. I stared at him, waiting for the 'I'm kidding'. But it never came and I turn my gaze to Fang, my expression slowly changing to incredulity.

'Seriously!' I exclaimed and can you guess what he did, yeah did not said, he shrugged his shoulders. That made it easier to believe. Before I could say anymore, we stopped in front of a door.

'Here's your room.' Mrs M chirpped as if nothing ever happened. The door was a dark blue in colour and had my name on it. So to summarize it, it's okay . . . not too girly.

I opened the door and my jaw nearly dropped for the second time. The room was spacious (Not surprising), the colour was not too girly except for the picture frames . . . but that can be changed. The cupboard is huge but I couldn't care less about the size, the colour is perfect, a dark brownish colour. The bed, like the cupboard, was huge and not too girly. A desk so huge that you could put practically anything on it.

But . . . there was only one more flaw in the room. I glared at my worst enemy, mostly durnig the early hours, sitting on a table beside it. Yes . . . my worst enemy is an alarm clock. Hey! Before you laugh at me, think about it . . . what's more annoying when said item rings in the morning and never stops until you get up and push the snooze button and then, you won't be able to fall back to sleep. And all that just to attend a so-called educational place, where in the end, you don't learn anything.

'Max? If you're done glaring at the alarm clock, what do you think of the room?' Ella asked and Iggy snickered. I glared at him and gained some satisfaction as he cowered back in fear.

'I like it fine.' I said, still glaring at Iggy.

'Anyway, we have an instruments room, if you want to see it, we could lead you there.' Mrs M said.

'Maybe next time.' I mumbled as I stopped glaring at Iggy.

I was admiring my room alone when suddenly, a scent filled the whole room. A scent that smelled so sweet and delicious that I almost drooled all over the place. A scent . . . that seemed to be coming from the kitchen. Now, because of my amazing memory, I managed to remember the route to the kitchen and I was in there in two minutes flat.

I rushed into the kitchen so fast that Mrs M almost dropped a tray of something that looks like cookies. I wasn't interested in that detail until I found out that the food on the tray was the source of the smell.

'Oh,' Mrs M gasped when she caught sight of me.'Max, would you like a cookie?'. I nodded, feeling that it would cause a scene if I said that I didn't know how a cookie tastes like. But as I bit a piece, it felt like a chocolately heaven. It felt like it had melted in my mouth. Before Mrs M could say anything, I grabbed three cookies from the tray and rushed to my room.

As I ate my cookies, the only thing I could think was, I might stay here after all.

Sorry about the late update! I was typing my other story but unfortunately, I haven't finished writing it. (If you want to know why, read the story(Reading the Future)! I didn't post an AN for nothin')