"Maximum Ride Martinez. Come to the Principal's office. I repeat come to the Principal's office," the intercom blared over the teacher's voice.

Ms. Loch sighed and looked at me pointedly.

"How many times have you gone this month?" she asked snidely.

"About…six? Seven?" I said casually standing up. I walked out to the office, taking longer than necessarily. When I walked in I went straight to the door. I practically live here, I thought, pushing the door open.

"Maximum-"Mr. Price started.

"Max," I interrupted. He sighed before starting again.

"Maximum-"

"Max" I stated again. He knew I was going to keep this up; we did it every time I came here.

"Max," Mr. Price paused, waiting to see if I would interrupt. "You have to stop doing this."

"Doing what?" I asked innocently.

"You set off another stink bomb and you somehow got in the locker room and colored the water. Brigid has blue hair now," Mr. Price went on but I tuned him out. I hated Brigid and I never wanted to see her again. Maybe you're confused. My names Maximum Ride Martinez or Max as I like it and is the school's prankster. I bomb the place; destroy the place and the people I hate. I don't let people walk over me and the person I hate most is Bridget. The most popular girl in the school, who think she owns the place. I hated her before but I hate her more because she stole my boyfriend from me just because she thought it would be fun. "-and I called your mother again and she's coming down again," Mr. P's words brought me back to the present. Just as he finished saying that the door opened.

"Hello Mr. Price," my mother said walking in. "What did she do this time?" she said looking pointedly at me. My mother fines it frustrating that I won't even listen to her and hates my attitude, the way I smart-mouth people and the way I dress. Black skinny jeans, black long sleeved shirt and black leather jacket with black combat boots. As Mr. P went over it again I stared out the window, up at the sky. I love the sky, and the birds that could fly. I snapped to attention to my mother saying that she was signing me out. Yes! Freedom! "And could I sign Ella out as well?" Yeah-wait, what? NO! No, no, no NO!

"Yes, of course," Mr. P said getting the phone and calling Ella. Ella was my half sister who was nothing like me. I was brown eyed, dirty blond hair, pale skin, wore black, gray, and with a bad attitude. Ella she was like a mini version of mother, she had tan skin, light brown eyes, light blond hair, wore light colors, and was always bent about getting good grades, and pleasing mom and the teachers. Some say she my better half, I say she annoying.

Ella waked in confused. "Your fine. We're getting signed out," I told her.

"Oh! I have homework so I have to get my bag," she said and left as fast as she could. Mom and I got up and waited in the hallway. Mom didn't ask me about homework. I never do any and she knew she couldn't make me. When we got in the car mom started.

"I don't know what to do with you Max. I think a change in scenery is what you need. I wouldn't have signed either of you out but I have to tell you. We're moving!" she exclaimed like it was to excite us. There was a moment of silence before Ella glared at me.

"This is your fault! If you weren't like you than we wouldn't move! I wouldn't have to leave my friends! My teachers! My school! Or the house we've always lived in!" Ella shouted at me, breathing hard. There was another moment of silence. I saw mom's face in the mirror. I saw she was as shocked at Ella's outburst as I was. Ella's never done that before. I shrugged, first time for everything.

I smiled at her. "Finally! She's learning!" I punched her shoulder playfully. "You're going to be just like big sis," I smirked when she looked at me in horror.

"I hope I won't be like you, she said. Mom pulled up the drive way to the house.

"Now I want you to go up stairs and pack. We're moving in a week," mom said getting out of the car.

"Mom?" I asked getting out as well. "Where are we moving?"

"Arizona," she answered happily.