Hey everyone. I am sorry this story is so unoriginal.

Max POV-

I cringed but I didn't do anything to stop him. I just sat there eyes closed as I tried to go to my "happy" place which basically consisted of being some where were no body else is. I have known from past experiences that dreams don't always come true. So my happy place didn't take away any of the pain that was seeping through my body. I was sitting in the kitchen of the house where Jeb, my messed-up and violent father, lived. I was leaning up against the counter top to keep me from falling while Jeb was swinging punches at me like it was going out of style. I already had a bloody nose, some cracked ribs and to make things worse my injuries were getting worse. I don't do anything wrong. I may not put up with his crap sometimes but I do what he asks me to do to try and avoid a beating.

So here I am Jeb throwing punches at my stomach and ribs while his legs were kicking.

"How---about---that----?" Jeb asked. I didn't do anything as he punched my ribs after every word. I just stood there trying not to scream. Okay sorry I forgo my introduction. My name is Max my "dad's" name is Jeb. We just moved here a week ago and school was mid-way (it is November). I am 15 and am in my Freshman year. Wha-hoo…NOT! I have brown here and brown eyes. I don't wear make up and I don't wear skin tight tube tops and too tight ant too short shorts. Here is my rule if it shows any part of my body from the neck down I am not wearing it. If I do people will see all of my bruises. Just an unknown fact about me. I LOVE MUSIC! When I am alone I will pull out my guitar and sing the first song that comes to my head. Sometimes I write my own songs. Why you ask that I don't stand up to Jeb because I know and you will soon find out that I could kick anybodies butt into next week. The reason why I don't is because I have no other place to go. If I run away than I can't go live with any of my family members (1 because I don't know if they are alive and 2 they wouldn't want me). I also have no friends, at my last school I had the rep of being go-near-that-chick-you-will-wake-up-from-a-coma-that-lasted-2-weeks. Anyway so here were are in uh….. I don't know where and I could really care less. Okay so back to reality.

"Did you hear me? Say something you worthless maggot!" Jeb yelled and I just nodded because there would be no way that I would be able to talk to him without screaming. He kicked me one more time and I went down. He walked away with a disgusted look on his face but before he left he said "School tomorrow you can walk". Great you got to love Jeb dontcha? If anyone nods you are nuts! I ended up laying there for a good 5 minutes before I slowly got up and headed to my room trying to scream every time I breathed. And surprisingly I made it to my room before I collapsed onto my bed, which ended up causing pain to ricochet through my body. I moaned but tried not to show pain, if Jeb found out that I should pain he would beat me harder. Don't ask why, I don't understand Jeb's messed up and twisted mind. Jeb acts like I am his slave so when I disobey him, do a bad job with his "jobs" or I show pain, I get a punishment even worse than the ones I get daily. Suddenly I felt my eyes fall and I fell into a land far far away (like in Shrek kinda).

I woke up to my alarm going off and all with its annoying BEEP BEEP BEEP. Uhh I hate alarm clocks. When I look over it is 6 am. I have to wake up this early for two things. One Jeb needs to have his breakfast by 6:30 sharp and two I have to walk to school which happens to start at 7:45 am and it is at least 10 miles away. Stupid Jeb. Anyway so here I am making Jeb breakfast by holding back moans from the beating last night.

~7:39~

Okay here I am another mile from school and I have a minute to get to school. Ya right. And to make matters worse it started to rain. So now my hoodie (that is covering all of my bruises), my jeans, converse and my messenger bag were soaked.

~8:00~

So here I am walking through the parking lot of the all not famous high school. I know you are probably thinking it takes you 20 minutes to walk a mile. Pshh. Ya well I have cracked and probably broken ribs that hurts when I breathe so gasping for breathe while running my not be the best idea. As I walk through the doors I feel the warm air come towards me when I open the door to the school. It felt great! Warm air + Cold Max = Good feeling. Once I got over the good feeling I walked into the office and went up to the receptionist.

"Hello how ca---" She said when she looked at me.

"Hi I am a new student I needed to get my schedule" I said back.

"Ooookkay… You must be.. uh….. Maximum Ride?" she said and I nodded. "Um okay your first class is down the hall and to your left. And why are you so late… and wet?" she asked.

"Thanks." I said not even going to answer her questions. I reached the door that read "Algebra II" written across it. I reached for the knob and opened the door. Here goes nothin'.

FANG's POV

So Ms. Grant was running on and on about polynomials and crap when the door opened. Every person in the classroom looked towards the door. And standing there was a girl with brown hair wearing a baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans with her black low top converse. But she looked cold lets just say it was just a thought since her clothes and her bag where soaked and she was shivering and something else about her I picked up. She looked like her breathing was shallow and sometimes when she breathed to deeply she winced. And I noticed these things in like fifteen seconds flat. And one more thing…. she was beautiful. She doesn't not be wearing low tops, short skirts and lots of makeup and I like that girls won't wear those slutty clothes it seems like they just have low self of steam. But that is just me a guy with black hair and black eyes who is a HUGE music dork. Okay anyway I am back from la la land.

"Ahh you must be ….. Maximum Ride" Ms Grant said. The girl nodded. "But call me Max" she mumbled.

"Umm okay Max you can go sit down anywhere." Again Max nodded. She went to the far corner of the room by the window and sat down. Once Max sat down Ms. Grant wet back to here lecture, while Max kinda looked out the window. I couldn't help but notice again how beautiful she was. She looked natural not fake like Lissa the school slut. She didn't seem to notice that people (I, everyone else either after somepeople gave Max glares (girls) and some winks (guys) they went back to paying intention except me) was still looking at her. She was deep in thought, it looked like. But unintentionally she reached down to her stomach and she gasped slightly as she came out of her thoughts. She quickly took her hand off of her side and she seemed to relax. But one thing she didn't realize someone noticed her gasp and her wince. And that someone was me. And I kept that as a mental note.

What do you guys think? Should I continue? Thanks.