My first memory I have is my dad being really proud me because I just flew for the first time. I wasn't always homeless, I had a family and I friends.

My best friend Monique, was 4 when she lost her parents in a fire, so we adopted her. We literately became sisters. We even shared a room.

My best memory is when Angel was born.

But by far, my worst memory had been when I lost my mother. She died in a car crash when I was five. I saw it on the news, then my father was home, trying to explain what happened, but me and Nudge were kids, we didn't really know how to handle our mom dying. And Angel was barely a month old.

About a year later, my father disappeared. He had long since packed away the picture of our mom, and my memory had faded on what she looked like. At first we didn't know that my father had disappeared. We waited three days, and one of our neighbors came to give us a pie like she did every week. But this was the first time my father hadn't answered the door, so I answered, and naturally she asked where my father was. I shrugged, and she asked if she could come in and I let her. She asked when was the last time he was home, and I pointed to a Tuesday square on our calender. She picked up the phone and called his work. They hadn't seen him since Monday.I never really say my father anyway, he was always working. And he used to say mean things. Jeb as a father was never a nice person, I always blamed it on stress. I hoped I was right, I may never really know.

Then I remember her helping us pack a lot of our things and we spent the next few days at her house. Me and Nudge would ask where our dad was, but she'd only say on a trip. On the last day of living in our neighborhood, some people in suits came to get us. Me and Angel got to go to one orphanage, which had changed several times, until I landed with the same one as Dylan and Fang, but Monique had to go to a different one, and I hope she made friends with Iggy and Gazzy.

I often went to the roof to fly, but only at night. I decided I would leave. But Angel would have to stay for awhile because to was still a baby. after about a month of flying by myself, Dylan joined me. I wasn't fond of him coming, I liked to be alone. I liked to think about what my life could have been before my mom died and before my father disappeared.

Eventually I grew fond of having someone to fly with, since Angel was still to young. And Dylan told me all about his family.

Then one day I was telling Dylan about my family, when he kissed me. We were like twelve now. Me and Angel had been to three different orphanages since I was six. And now Angel was seven, but she got adopted and I lost the last family I had. I had nothing and no one left. I left about a week after, Dylan came with me.

We had been wandering the sky and the woods when we met Fang. Of course like Dylan said, we got along extremely well.

I had declared that I had a family again.

Fang showed us the tree house. It was beautiful. I loved every bit of one day Dylan was gone, tree burned down and I had lost another part of my family.

I fell to my knees, and sat in the ashes, crying and sobbing for a good day or two. I didn't eat for a week, and Fang had to wrestle me down and shove berries down my mouth. I ate a few things for dinner that day, but when I decided that I would find Dylan, I only ate every few days. I slept once every four days and I would circle for miles day and night. I never stopped moving or looking.

Then after about a year I was so exasperated, I fell to my knees and sobbed. I was never going to find him. I was never going to my boyfriend. I was rambling and Fang kissed me, to shut me up I'm sure. But when Fang kissed me, it wasn't like Dylan's kisses, they were soft and gentle, and they sent a shiver down my spine.

I finally ate an entire meal. And Fang got me an MP3 player with a bunch of batteries and songs.

I was happy again. I was still deeply saddened by the many people I had lost, but Fang and I became a couple after we figured Dylan was dead. I loved Fang more than I had ever liked Dylan.

(So yay now we get Max's back story, something I know y'all have been waiting for. Review! Please! Thanks love you!)