"Max how do you feel about camping?" he asked.

My mouth snapped open "Huh"

Any one else confused because how has that have anything to do with right now? ...

Max and co go on a camping trip. Romance, fun, love, friendship, all of that is in here ... oh and a ending that no one saw coming. Enjoy.

Prologue:

I'm just an ordinary teen girl. Nothing really special.

I hate my high school just like most teens do. I have my off days and my good days. I eat pounds of delicious chocolate's when I'm upset. I bleed when I cut myself. And I'm lazy on all the rainy days, staying snuggled in my most comfy pajamas as I watch each unique tiny drop hit the earthy ground below (my favorite thing to do).

However, in other people's eyes there is one thing that might make me a little bit different then most people.

I have wings.

Yes, I Maximum ride (believe it or not I named myself) have huge wings that are attached to my upper back. My wings are a pure snowy white, sprinkled with dark gray dots which ran along the bottom side of my wings.

These wings are not a normal thing to have.

I was actually born with my wings.

My father Jeb is a sick and twisted guy. His whole life was about science and his experiments.

I was one of them.

Him and my mom were both still in college when the two "found each other." The two had hit it off really well. He had gone to college for science, and my mom to become a vet (pretty weird, right?). It was a match mad in heaven.

Six month into the relationship Jeb went all evil scientist on my mom; he'd hide that crazy side from my mom for most of the relationship until they were engaged. My mom still loved him though through all his flaws.

One night, Jeb got one of his 'brilliant' ideas for his next big experiment (one that could change the world), and it had involved my mom. Jeb explained to her how he wanted to create a human avian-hybrid or what most might call these days a mutant. He wanted her to become pregnant and then he would inject her with a shot that would be filled with some kind of liquid to create a child with wings (there was more science mojo involved, but you get the point).

First, my mom said no. Went as far as calling him crazy.

She would never do that to a child, especially her child.

She ended up doing it.

A month later found my mom pregnant with me. I guess love can do some crazy things to you. Infect you rights and wrongs.

A few months into the pregnancy, Jeb gave her the shot filled with the unique liquid.

Oh, and Jeb did end up popping the big question to my mother, declaring it was the right thing to do.

Riiiight... and because the two were in "love,"

Bullshit.

Anyways, before I was born they had a tiny wedding, with family and close friends.

When I was born it was successful.

Jeb got what he wanted. I was born into this world 98% human and 2% bird, wings and all.

It didn't stop there. No. Jeb was beyond excited, and did some shitty experiments on me.

I was only four years old when my mom left Jeb and ran for her life and mine.

Now twelve years later you have a sixteen year old girl who hates her high school, has not one single friend... and has a delightful seat in the principal's office that has her named branded all over it.

Lovely how life can turn out, right?

"Max back already?" a sweet voice ask.

I coasted a weary look up at Miss. Wendy who was behind her old oak desk, her thick square black glasses sliding down her thin and crocked nose. She ran a pale hand through her bouncing red curls, as her lips curved up into a small, teasing smile. Pure amusement danced in the depths of her dark brown eyes.

"Yup," I said popping the 'p' and slouching lower in my chair, folding my arms across my chest. "I have nothing better to do," I added.

She laughed like a tinkering bell, "I bet,"

I threw her sickly sweet smile. Why yes.

This is nothing new to me. A visit in the principal's office - all least once a day, was something that was just a part of my day. It was like second nature to me.

I swept my eyes around the office. The office was overheated and cramp. Miss. Wendy's desk is the only desk in the office - I'm pretty sure the office can only fit one desk anyways. A cluster of none matched chairs for the students to sit on lined the pale walls. A round coffee table had stacks of magazines for our amusement, piled on the surface. It was your typical principal office.

I taped one slim finger on my jean clad leg, a bit anxious with each tap. I kept to the beat that the ticking of the round glass clock provided.

For the millionth time I glanced over at the door to my side that was still closed firmly. What was taking so long?

"So, when is he going to be ready?" I asked her while moving my back. My wings felt so freaking stiff. All I really wanted to do was go for a fly, like really, really bad.

When I don't stretch them out for long periods of time they feel like a stiff stick. I just needed to be in the open air. Soon, very soon.

"In a moment Max. You have to have some patience." She said, eyes glued to the shuffling of her papers.

I smirked. "Trying to clean up a bit?" I asked her.

"Yes, trying being the key word." She answered annoyed with her eyes still focused on the different colored sheets, that just refuses to stay in one neat pile for her. "What did you do anyways?" she asked me then.

My eyes clouded with hot anger as I recalled what had happened earlier. I hate her.

"Nothing." I mumbled tightly and was glade when she had let it go, easily.

I didn't do anything.

It was Lissa.

Lissa was the stuck up cheerleader who couldn't think for herself. Flocking her all the time were her two blond friends, who did the thinking.

What was funny was the only reason why Lissa hated my guts was because of a accident that happened in the second grade. Hold a grudge much? During show and tell Lissa wanted to show her new pretty dress. It was write, with tan trimming... snack time we had juice boxes. If I wasn't the one to spill the apple juice on her some other child would have.

Nevertheless, it was me.

Since then we never clicked.

And I was sure she was out to make my life hell.

Did I ever mention how much I hated her?

Yeah, well I do.

Annnnnd... I punched her.

That would be why I was cozening it up in the office.

Would I do it again?

You bet.

"Max he'll see you now."

I nodded my head and heaved myself up from the chair.

Well, better get this over with.

I slowly opened up the door entering the room.

Principle Waters sat peacefully at his desk, hands tepee on top.

Truthfully, I've always had a lot of respect for him. I would never tell him that, however, I do.

He kind of reminds me of Dumbledore from Harry Potter. What? I love those books.

My Favorite? I was a hardcore Snape fan.

Anyways, Mr. Waters had a full head of dark curly brown hair with the usual random gray strays. A dusty gray suit covered his broad shoulders and a black skinny tie dangled down his strong chest. The thing that gave me the willies were his eyes. They were a clear blue that just always have a way of knowing way to much about you - Dumbledore. They even had the same twinkle!

Mr. Water's eyes still held enough amusement that gives you this tiny hint, that he used to be a rock hard rebel back in his days.

"Max, please have a seat," He told me and wavering his hand to the empty seat across from his desk.

I jumped on the seat while placing my black book bag next to one of the chair legs, and throwing my Converse clad feet on his desk, crossing them at the ankle where the star imprint is, "wassup?" I asked.

A annoyed huff had me separating my old ratty black Converse... only to see the Mr. Waters annoyed face between my two feet.

"Max, feet on the ground." He told me firmly.

I rolled my eyes, but I did what I was told and placed them both on the tile floor again.

"Thank you." he said adjusting his tie. He looked like he wanted to rip the damn thing off. Oh yeah, a total rebel.

"Max, we take violence here very seriously." He begun.

"I know that. However, this wasn't my fault." I told him quickly.

Hell, I was not taking the blame for this.

"So did you not punch Lissa?" he asked me, raising a challenged eyebrow.

"Well... I, umm... okay, I might have. Mr. Waters It's not like I went up to her on my own free will and punched her for kicks and giggles." I said. "I had a legit reason!"

He nodded, "I know what she did, but you could've just told someone. Punching her wasn't the answer." He said fingering through the papers on his desk now.

I ran my fingertips through my long blond/brown hair. "Okay, so I mucked up. Detention or expelled this time?" I asked him. I was over with this. I just needed to leave!

I needed to fly!

Principal Waters smiled at me and I loathed that smile.

Hell, it freaked me out.

"Umm... can you not do that. It's kind of scary," I told him truthfully.

If possible his smile grew even bigger, taking up most of his aged face and then he asked in a sunny bright voice. "Max, how do you feel about camping?"

My mouth snapped open. "Huh?"

What the hell? Is anyone else lost here because how the hell has that have anything to do with right now?

"Camping... that well be your punishment." He explained.

Whoa, surly he isn't saying camping is going to be my punishment, right?

What kind of punishment is that?

"But, wait, how, what, huh?" Wow. Huge mental slap to the forehead for that one, Ride.

He handed me a few sheets of papers and said. "I set up this program a few years ago, where a group of kids in the same situation as you go on a camping trip, and have to depend on each other for the whole week to survive."

I stared at him hard for a minute, then... "THAT'S CRAZY!" I yelled.

He shrugged one shoulder. "Crazy or not, it's all set and you're going,"

"That." He pointed to the sheets that were now clutched in my hand, "Well explain everything. You well be leaving this Monday morning, and be back Sunday night. You also have a list of what you have to bring with you, and any other information you well need to know."

"Whoa. Just lets... lets stop, for one second." I stood up. "What about school and my mom?" I asked him, "And I mean dude this is just seriously crazy. Camping and I, is a really bad idea."

"I already called your mom and she thinks it's a wonderful idea-"

"Ugh..." I mumbled.

He ignored me and prowled right on "-and for school. You would have been kicked out for a week or so anyways, so you would have had to catch up no matter what."

"Nothing I can do to change your mind?" I asked hopefully batting my big brown eyes at him. I'd gravel if I have to...

"No." He said simply.

"Fine." I snapped picking my black book bag off the ground, and sliding it over my back. I then asked. "Can I go now?"

"Yes, you may." He said.

"Thanks." I grumbled, heading quickly to the door. I really need that fly, fly off all this anger or that desk of his will be out the window in a matter of seconds. I could do it too. My strength was one of the only perks of this bird business. My fingers glazed the gold door knob when he called my name. I inclined my head and asked "Yeah?"

"I think this well be a big eye opener for you." He said softly.

"Maybe." I replied, before leaving the office.

We'll just have to see if that's true, won't we?

Fixed - 4/09/12:

Alright... I didn't really have any intentions on going back and fixing this, but I've been getting some review lately, and some tell me how horrid my grammar is... and I know that. I go back sometimes and wince at my own mistakes.

The thing is this was my very first story... it was my first baby. So, yeah, I made mistakes. It's normal. I've gotten a lot better since this story. I improved and learned.

I know what the two yours are, "you're" - you are, "your" - (your mom, your notebook, your cat.) ownership.

The three... there... their... they're. "They're" - they are, "Their," (their love, their hair). ownership. "There." - people, place or thing.

I know what "whole" and "hole" are. "Whole" - a whole of something... you ate the WHOLE cookie. "Hole" - a dark pit... I fell into a HOLE.

I know "which" and "witch." also.

"Where and "Were"

I know all of that.

Am I perfect? Nope. I still might have some mistakes after fixing this chapter... Maybe no where as much as I did, but a tiny bit.

I'm human. And English is hard as hell to learn, no one is perfect at it. So, I'm bound to make mistakes.

Just enjoy alright?

Thank you.