Okay guys, my first FanFic, hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Maximum Ride or the Maximum Ride Characters. All I own is the plot and any characters that are not in the Maximum Ride books.

Chapter 1:

First Impressions Never Matter

Max's P.O.V.

'Ring! - Ring!'

I groaned, dragging myself out of my comfy, warm bed after only a few hours sleep and forcibly slapped my beeping red alarm clock with mild irritation. As I checked the time: 6:00, I started to regret my hasty decision of staying up really late into the night looking on Instagram and Snapchat and catching up a bit with Nudge.

My irritation started to grow almost immediately when my sister, Ella skipped into the room, fully dressed and eager for school. I groaned.

Don't get me wrong, I love my sister and would do anything for her, but times like this annoyed me way too much.

"Max, Max, Max!" she said in frustration. "Get up and get ready for school, it starts in an hour!"

I groaned again. "An hour Ella, really?" I asked. "That's much too early to be waking me up."

This argument went on for quite a bit longer until Ella finally won the argument by yanking me out of my bed. At this point I was already fully awake so I just rolled my eyes to myself and shooed Ella out of my room.

Anyway, time to introduce myself. I am Maximum Ride, also known as Max. I'm a pretty average 16 year old girl, brown hair, brown eyes, okay body, normal. I don't really stand out to anyone and that's just the way I like it. Either way, that's probably enough about me for now.

First days of school always sucked. No matter what. Every. Single. Time. I sighed, walked to my closet, and started to prepare myself for another year of boring, awful school.

I chose a pretty standard tank-top and black skinny jeans from my closet, tugging them on, and a shorter leather jacket which I pull on over my top. My favorite black Converse are sitting by the door where they normally are, and I shove them on my feet, tying a quick knot in each. A quick run of a brush through my almost waist-length hair and a quick pony-tail and I'm throwing open the door to my room and sliding down the stair banister, into the kitchen where amazing smells were already coming out from it.

My mom, Doctor Valencia Martinez (she kept her maiden name) is already in the kitchen making stacks of blueberry pancakes for me and Ella. "Hey mom." I grunt. "Guess it's another year of torture for me then."

"The wicked just don't get any rest, do they?" she replied jokingly, to which Ella, already fully immersed in food snickered. "You're gonna pay for that one" I whisper in her ear when I walk past. "Ugh, mom" I groan, grabbing a handful of pancakes, a plate and a fork and sitting down at the table opposite from Ella. "can't you just get over the Wicked Witch incident already?"

"Nope" she replied, stopping what she was doing, turning and putting her hands on her hips. "I'm your mother and I will do what I want. And I'm going to tease you about this for the rest of your life!"

"After five years, you would think you would forget stuff like this." I mutter to Ella who just laughs and checks her phone.

"Whoops, we gotta go!" she says as I glance down at my phone and inhale the rest of my food.

"Bye, have a good first day of school!" my mom says as both me and Ella give her a peck on the cheek and rush out the door.

"Will do ma'am." I reply sarcastically before walking off with Ella towards literally living hell.

The building of the Darding High Beavers (I know, not the best name, or mascot, but it was the only one available other than the Darding High Dodo's) loomed in front of me as I took a deep breath, ready to submerge myself back into the social aspects of school.

Ella had already disappeared, probably off to talk to one friend about this or another friend about that. Unlike me, Ella had a great social life and knew practically everyone in the school.

"Max!" someone screamed loudly, interrupting my thoughts, and making me turn just when a semi-tall, very tan and energetic girl crashes into me, knocking the breath out of me and almost making me fall to the ground.

"Nudge" I said, gasping and fighting for breath. "Please stop doing this every single year!"

"Max, Max, Max, I've got so much to tell you!", Nudge plows on, happily ignoring my last comment. "So much happened over the summer in Paris and France! I have so much to tell you! What about you? What happened over your summer? I'm so excited for school, what about you? Where's Ella? Do you know where Dylan is? What about Iggy or Gazzy? Are you ready for school? What classes do you have? I'm so excited, this is going to be so great! Eek!"

For those of you who have not yet figured it out, Nudge is one of my best, very talkative, fashion-sensed friends who I've known since kindergarten. Nudge is affectionately called motor-mouth by almost anyone because once she gets going, Nudge could talk for hours and hours. Nudge is a natural beauty, tall, tan, friendly, with nice green eyes and a perfect body. Honestly, I just don't know why more boys don't flock to her. Maybe because of her mouth?

"Nudge" I said. "Calm down before I forcefully cover your motor-mouth with my hands." I waited a second and watched her visibly struggle to stop talking and continued on. "1: I'm sure you had a great summer, 2: mine was just like the last one and 3: I'm not going to answer the rest of the hundred questions you just asked"

It looked like Nudge was about to reply with some pleading and crying and more questions when a deeper, richer voice called out. "Hey gorgeous. How you doing?"

Whew, I'm so glad I got this first chapter done! Getting this right was just so difficult! Seeing as this is my first chapter and FanFic, I gotta get some stuff out of the way first.

1. I'm open to ideas and suggestions for characters or the plot. Just keep in mind there are no guarantees that I'll use your idea. (Thought I probably will.)

2. My update schedule is hopefully getting a chapter up every Saturday or Sunday, possibly more often.

3. Criticism is accepted just as much as praise. (I do love to hear praise though.)

4. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE cliffhangers. Mwahahahaha!

Anyways, please R&R? I worked hard on this and will continue to work hard until it is finished.

-Just a Black Box