Let me tell you, flying has got to be the best feeling in the whole world. You should try! Maybe someday you could find a way to make the School think you were worthy, and get your own wings grafted on. Then I could tech you the basics of flying! Fun, right? Oh, wait, I forgot myself for a moment there. If you work for the whitecoats, it's a free way to catch me (and the flock). If you don't, it's a free way into a troublesome rest of your life. So no matter who you are, teach yourself how to fly, alright?

In case you're new to my life, welcome! I am a highly evolved experiment produced in a lab called the School, by the sickest, most horrible scientists you could ever imagine. Don't look at me like that, it's true! All their testing and needles and other stuff I don't think you need to know about left me and my pals only 98% human. The other 2%, you ask? Well, it's avian. In simple words, bird. You see, me and my six best friends have wings, and raptor vision, and superstrength, among a bunch of other odd abilities. Not your average kids.

My name is Maximum Ride. I am 14 years old with speckled brown and white wings. I am the leader of the flock, who can breathe under water, fly double the speed of the others, and has an annoying Voice in the head. Next oldest is Fang, or Mr. Black. Everything about him has to do with black, like his obsidian eyes. I'm sorta kinda madly in love with him, even when he's getting on my nerves because he's invisible or not coming upo from under water. Then there's Iggy, the bling chef and pyro-boy. He can make a bomb out of literally anything you give him. He can also feel colors. Nudge is 11 going on 16. She absolutely must have everything cute and fashionable. She can act as an avian-american magnet when she wants to. Gazzy is, well, has, a disastrous problem which is unmentionable, and he can mimic anything entirely correct. Angel is totally adorable, but don't let that fool you! She can control your mind any day! (As well as talk to animals, turn into a bird of paradise, read your mind, and breathe under water)

We've been on the run from the wacko scientists who created us for almost five years now. Our somewhat friend, Jeb Batchelder, rescued us from the School and hid with us for 2 years. Then he disappeared. A few years later he reappeared, looking like one of the whitecoats and controlling our enemies. His son, Ari, was an Eraser. They were a lupine-human hybrid.

I'm tired of all this explaining, already! Enough is enough! Read my other books if you want the whole story because I don't have time for this! if I write it the least you can do is read it!

Oh, wait, I almost forgot to tell you something... DO NOT STOP READING THIS! THE FATE OF THE WORLD DEPENDS ON IT! I'm serious! Without your help I could never save the entire freaking world from monstrous billionaires! All you have to do is:

1) Take a deep breath

2) Take me, my flock, and my story seriously

3) Continue to the next chapter...