Max's POV

My palms were sweaty and my heart was pumping so hard I could hear it.

I took a deep breath and took a step. And then another and another.

This was it.

Well maybe I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm starting at the start of my new life, but it'll make no sense if I start here, I have to go back to the beginning. The end of my old life that started this one…..

I walked down hall, books in my hands, pressed against me self-consciously.

I kept my eyes to the ground but I knew everyone was sneaking peaks at me and whispering to each other.

By now I would have thought they would have gotten over it, but still no. I was 15 and been at this school for 4 years and had known these people for 10. They still looked at me everyday like I was lower than scum.

I couldn't help it.

Girls sneered at me, guys avoided me, they all laughed and teased me.

I was ugly. There's no denying it, I was. I was overweight and thick. My hair was a light brown and hung dead down to the middle of my back. My eyes were dull brown and lifeless. My skin was covered in pimples and greasy. I was hideous.

I heard the other all hiss things like "Fatty" "Pimple face" "Ugly" and worse at me. I had to take this everyday.

P.E was worse. I sucked at all sports and was a terrible runner. "Run fatty run" they teased running behind me. I ran as much as I could before I got stitches and had to stop and walk. They laughed and over took me, throwing more insults at me.

I had barely any friends. There was a group of kids who took pity on me and hung out and talked to me sometimes, they never teased me.

They included Nudge, a girl a year younger than me with frizzy dark hair and mocha skin. She talked nonstop. Ella a girl my age with brown hair and a kind heart. Gazzy, a boy a year younger than me with spiky blonde hair, big blue eyes and a cheeky personality. Dylan, a boy my age with dark blonde hair turquoise eyes and a cute, kind persona.

But even that wasn't enough to stop me feeling depressed and miserable.

But this story isn't about those depressing times. This is about the decision that changed those times.

One day it was becoming too much so my dad sent me away to live with my Aunt Val in Arizona.

Aunt Val was my favourite person in the whole world. I spent a year with her.

Over that year everything changed.

She was the kind of person who was like "Your beautiful sweetie and those people just can't see it but one day you'll find someone who can" like most adults.

She was more like "Baby you are beautiful inside and now we have to find a way to make it show outside and get all those assholes and bitches back".

Her attitude showed me the way to become the real me.

Over the year I spent with her I changed my attitude completely. And not just my attitude, my appearance to.

Now here I was standing out the front of my school that I had come back to after a year.

Here I stood, a new girl.

I looked like a movie star. I was thin, not like sickly thin, I was a sexy, every girls dream body thin. I was tanned like a Californian surfer. My breasts were full and perfect sized to make the boys drool. My hair was shortened to my shoulders with blonde streaks through it and styled to look messy like I had just been flying, but in a cute stylish way. My eyes were full of spark now and my skin was perfect and flawless. I was drop dead sexy.

And I had done it all myself.

I had even changed my wardrobe. Instead of wearing sweats and old shirts, I was heading into school with a short mini skirt with the style of a sexy Scottish kilt, and a white see-through long-sleeved blouse that was a little short so when I stretched it showed my stomach. I had rolled up the sleeves and I had a noticeable erotic black lacy bra on, and a thin, loose tie. So practically I looked like a classy, stylish version of a porno star.

I flawlessly walked into school.

Everyone's head turned towards me. Girls glared with jealously, boys mouths dropped open.

No one had recognized me yet.

We had organized with the teachers and that to give me back my old locker and put me into the classes I would have taken if I hadn't left.

I walked over to my locker and put my bag into it, setting it up.

I could still feel everyone's eyes on me.

I shut my locker only to come face to face with Sam.

Sam was one of the guys who picked on me, he was one of the most popular boys and completely full of himself.

"So hi there" he purred and I could see everyone looking at us to see what would happen.

I put on my man eating smile and I could see a bulge in his pants.

"Hi" I purred back.

"So, your new here?" he asked, pushing me up against the wall, his hands leaning against it so I couldn't get out, his face right up to mine, our lips nearly touching.

"Nope" I whispered, leaning forward and nibbling on his bottom lip seductively before pushing him out of the way and walking off.

He was standing there in a trance and I smiled to myself.

"Wait. If you're not new here, then who are you?" A boy called out to me.

I spun around to face them.

"Gee guys it's only been a year" I smiled and they still looked confused.

"I'm shocked you don't recognize me. It's me Max. Maximum Ride" I smiled evilly and left them all in shock as I walked away to my first class.