A/N (Author's note)

So this is my very first Fan fiction ever! Tell me what you think. I'll try to do my best in posting frequently. Every four days or so.

So, this story will be Faxy of course! The characters will of course have no wings and Iggy won't be blind, but apart from that the characters personality's are basically the same. Max in my story is traumatized deeply and will be sad quite a lot. Sorry but it makes the story work.

So with out further wait here is Touching Stars. (sorry 'bout the crappy name.)

Disclaimer – I do not own the characters from this story or their personality's, they come from the brilliant mind of James Paterson.

Chapter one – Hating Mondays.

Max POV (Point of View)

God how I hate Mondays. They are soooo slow.

I look at the boy sitting next to me. His light, strawberry blond hair reflecting in the dim light of the class room as he writes. Pen still pressed firmly against the paper, he senses my gaze upon him and he turns his head to look at me. His pale lips curve into a smile as if he knew what I was thinking.

His lips then form the word 'boring'. I just nodded in agreement. He turned his face back to the work book, leaving me to my thoughts of nothingness.

This was boring. Worst than that, this was excruciatingly boring. So I turn my head and look out the window into the dark sky. The first drops of rain fall from the sky and gently hit the window at my right.

I sigh. It means I have to walk home in the rain. Great.

But I don't have to worry about that now, it is only twelve. I will the clock to tick faster, already bored of my modern history class even though it has only been 12 minuets 32 seconds since morning tea.

"Maximum, stop staring out that widow and start on page 403." Mr Barker, well, barked from behind his oak desk.

"Already finished sir." I said in a bored tone.

"Have you now." Mr barker sneered. I just nodded still bored. "And are you bored miss Martinez." I just nodded again. God he is slow. "I guess that means you can start on the next pages activities now." I just groaned, "What was that?" He asked cupping his hand over his ear, as if deaf. " You want more? Ok. Do the activities on page 405, 6 and 7, as well."

Ooh he was annoying. I looked back down at that dumb text book and began to work once more. Why can't I catch a break?

I looked over at Iggy again to see him smirking at me. I would've hit him over the head, if I wasn't so desperate to get home as early as I could. I didn't need a detention today. I just glared back and gave an expression of 'I will hit you later.' His smirk still did not falter. Ass.

Come on. Come on. I thought. Almost at the three, come on,just one more minuet. Come on.

So I went to all my classes, which were just as bad as my modern history class if not worst, and was now slumped in my chair waiting for the, ever so annoying, ding from the bell, to signal the end of school.

Ding. Pause. Ding. Pause. Ding.

Yes end of school for this horrible Monday. I was almost at the door when, "Maximum Martinez, may I see you, please." was called over the heads of students as I grabbed the door handle and yanked.

I sighed in anguish, and walked over to where Miss Reed stood. "Yes miss." I said politely. Hey, I can be polite if I want.

"I was going to tell you that I got your score from exams form last year. Very impressive. Top 5 percent of the country. Well done!" She said flashing a brilliant white smile at me, reminding me of a Colgate add, her young, freckled face alight. I always liked miss Reed. She was sweet and the best English teacher ever. And I mean EVER.

"Thanks Miss." I said smiling slightly. I do try in some aspects of school. I would probably try more if school wasn't 1) so boring and 2) easy. It really gets on my nerves sometimes. But, unfortunately, you can't beat up home work. It is depressing.

"Well, we're expecting great things this year Max. Don't disappoint." And, once again before leaving the room, she smiled a brilliant white smile and turned on her heal to walk down the hall, blond hair racing out behind her.

I once again headed towards the door. And, then, headed down the Gray locker cover halls, to the green doors of the Arizona building.

I began to walk towards the path home when I spotted Iggy and Nudge. I thought I better say goodbye so I walked through the rain up to them, I was already starting to feel the cold rain seep into my jeans. Once again, great.

"Hey." I greeted.

"Oh! Hi Max! How are you? I haven't seen you since... since..." The African American girl in front of me blabbered.

"This morning?" I tried.

"Oh yeah." She said remembering.

"I just came to say good bye and see you tomorrow, probably." I said looking at Iggy and he smiled.

"See ya round Max." He said.

"Oh see you Max!" Nudge said and gave me a quick hug.

I was turning to leave when, "Max!" Was shouted by a little blond boy running towards me. I spun around and bent down. He catapulted into my arms almost knocking me over. Almost. I picked him up and hugged him.

"Hello!" I said smiling at the little boy in my arms. "What's up, baby?"

"Nothing. I just wanted I hug." He said shyly to me. "Today was so boring."

"I know sweetheart. I guarantee mine was just as boring, don't worry." He nodded his blond head. I lightly put his sneakered toes back on the ground and kissed him on the head.

"Okay got to go guys, bye."

"Bye!" Nudge said.

"Bye." Ig said as he smiled at his little brother and he bent down and picked him up.

"See you later Max!" The boy said cheerily.

"Bye Gazzy." I said turning and waving good bye as I started to walk towards the path once more. "Don't slip in the rain." I called over my shoulder. God I love that kid, he was just so dam cute.

Oh and If you were wondering if they are real names, they aren't. Well, mine is, Maximum Martinez. Before I lived with my mum though, it was Maximum Bachelor. My dads name, if you can really call him a dad.

Iggy's real name is James Chambers. I don't know how he got his nick-name, if you will call it that. All the teachers call him by it. Apparently it just accumulated in elementary school. Weird.

Nudges real name is Monique baker. Sweet kid. Talks to much for her own good. But sweet all the same.

Gazzy or the Gasman, has some, cough cough, serious digestive problems, and I mean serious. That's why he's called that. His real name being Adam Chambers as he is the brother of Iggy.

There is no one gracing the streets on there way home from school, except me obviously. The rain pounds hard on my shoulders as it gets steadily gets heavier.

I already know that when I get home no one will be there. Mum is once again of exploring the world with Ella and, once again, leaving me at home. I am not complaining that I am left at home alone. It's just... I don't know. It feels as though the reason everyone is always gone is so as not to be with me. I know I am messed up, but that isn't my fault. It is my "dads" fault. He used to torturer me, hurt me in any way he could, until I escaped. No one knows really what he did, but me and him. I still can't stand to think about it. I know he is still out there looking for me, but he won't find me. And if he dose, I will do anything to escape.

That's why mum and Ella are hardly ever home, to make sure that they never run into him, and to keep away from little ol' messed up me. I have nightmares you see, and I scream and shout, but worst of all I "hurt" myself to get rid of the hurt in my head. Mum and Ella are the only ones who know and that is why they keep away from me.

I path leads down I little side street. No one lives in these houses yet they're all just finished. Little white fences, beautifully mowed lawns. Perfect houses, for perfect people, who will never talk to a sad little girl like myself. The only reason I think Iggy and the others like me is they don't know about Jeb or the "school".

Out of the corner of my eye I see a boy all dressed in black sitting on the curve. What was he doing sitting in a street filled with newly finished houses. My shirt is sticking to me as I am soaked through. Even through my sneakers my white socks are wet. The ground surrounding the path is sodden and brown. I am careful not to step in it, I would hate for my sneakers to turn brown and give Nudge an excuse to take me shopping.

A black car turns down the street behind me and starts roaring up the road towards me. I know that car there were hundreds of them at Jeb's work. The car began to slow as it came closer towards me and big hands reach out as the sleek door opens and grab my hand.

A/N

So... That's the first chapter. Hope you enjoyed it.

Review please!

In the next chapter – Max gets in a fight and a mysterious boy comes to help! Who is he? What is he doing helping her?