HI! This is my first fanfic so please be nice!

Disclaimer! I am not an old man. I am not rich. I don't own maximum ride

Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. I continue chanting that over and over in my head. If I stop, they're going to catch me, and I'll be in big trouble. I look over my shoulder and see the three big men coming at me. Rounding a corner into an ally way, I notice 3 big dumpster all lined up next to each other and make a split decision. I'm Taking a deep breath in and sucking in my gut when I hear their shouting for people to get out of their way. I've finish shoving myself in between the huge dumpsters when they turn the corner.

They run right past me and are oblivious to the fact that I'm only a few yards away from them. At the end they start kicking over boxes and garbage cans. The biggest man tips his head to the other end of the ally way and the two other start running to the other end, once again passing me.

Once I'm sure no one is still looking for me, I shuffle my way out between the dumpsters. I let out a sigh of relief and look at the source of my troubles. There is a gold chain with a single Pearle on the end. My fingers squeeze it tight and hold it to my chest, then I shove it my pocket.

That was my mother's necklace. Those men were the no good filthy scum mugged my mom all though years ago. Now I bet you have a few questions, but no worries they will all be answered.

My names Maximum ride. You can call me Max. I wasn't always Max. Once upon a time my name was Maxine batchler, but when your living on the streets you can't very well have a wimpy name like that, now can you?

As I'm walking down the busy New York City streets people give me dirty looks. They see my ragged clothes and mangled hair and automatically label me as scum. Most people on the streets are, so their probably justified in their assumptions, but it still irks me.

I hop down the stair leading to the under belly of the city. It's about 9 o'clock, so almost nobody's down here but me and the crazy lady who thinks she was married to Elvis. "How are you today, Marie?" I ask her as she shuffles over to where I'm standing. "Oh nothing much my dear! I was just reminiscing about the good old days. Oh how you wish you were alive back then! Of Corse, having my Elvis was probably what made me think so fondly of back then…"

She continues to babble on, and I continue on my way. The subway rushes by, and I jump down off of the platform being careful of the third rail. Its pitch dark in the tunnels, but after years of dong the same thing, I not bothered by it one bit.

I finally see the light of the cave and enter my home. I walk past Benny and Alice, and wave to John. Then after I walk across the ledge, I'm home. I plop down on my sleeping bag and start up the fire with my trusty flint. Behind a big rock on the wall of the cave is my secret stash of jerky that I bought last week with a five dollar bill I found on the ground.

Today is my birthday. That's why I'm eating the jerky now. It's my special birthday treat. For most people, today would be a special day, but it's just another day for me. When you're on your own and you don't have a steady job you can't afford to lavish yourself. I can just hear you saying, "oh but Max, why don't you get a job?" Well, would you hire a person I ragged clothes who can't even barley read? I didn't think so!

I reach under my sleeping bag and grab my stuffed bear. It was my special bear that my mom gave me for my sixth birthday. The tag said her name was Celeste, so that's what I've always called her. She had beautiful white wings and a pretty little dress when I got her, but now they just looked grubby. Hugging her close to me, I crawl under the sleeping bag, slowly falling asleep. I would need all the energy could muster for tomorrow.

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