Maximum Mutant
Chapter 1

Okay, my first fan fiction! Whoop whoop!

Max POV
I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes, time to face another wishy washy beautiful bright and shiny day! Bah, I'd rather sleep. But of course I got up, took a quick shower, and brushed my dirty blonde hair instead of continuing to dream of puppy's and unicorns and wringing Jebs neck. Oh well, I'll just continue tonight!

I threw on my ripped jeans -believe me, I didn't buy them that way-, black tank top, and purple converse. I then proceeded to skip -yes, SKIP!- down the stairs and into the kitchen, my hair swinging back and forth behind me.

"Hey guys!" I said cheerily to my flock, "what are y'all doing up so early?"

"Ummm..." Fang started, but Angel cut him off.

" Max, we want you out." She said firmly. I'm pretty sure I looked like a confused fish.

" Whaaa?" Was my lame little answer. She had to be kidding me right? RIGHT?!

" No Max, we aren't 'kidding you' " Angel, my baby, said, " we know your secret, to the gig is up."

" What secret? What gig?" Ok, utterly confused right now.

" We know you're working for the school, telling them our location, sneaking out every night to see them." Yep super confused. Sneaking out? I did not 'sneak out'!

"You all believe her?" I asked, heartbroken.

Gazzy nodded slowly, so did Nudge.

"Obviously." Iggy said, under his breathe.

"I never loved you." Fang scoffed. My heart was officially broken. It was already cracked and damaged beyond repair when Gazzy, Nudge, and Iggy claimed they hated me. And it felt like a stake had been driven in, starting the whole reaction, with what Angel said. But when Fang looked at me coldly, pure hate and disgust in his eyes and said he didn't love me, well, let's just say the great and powerful, indestructible and all powerful Maximum Ride, was now a shell of her formal self.

"Fine," i said, tears threatening to betray me just like the Flock, "if you all want me gone, I'll go." With that I fell out of the window and whipped out my wings, then I flew back up to the window. "But you'll regret it..." I whispered before going into supersonic speed, ignoring my tears and theirs.

I flew for 8 hours crying and flying, crying and flying. I was exhausted, hungry, and tired, but I wouldn't give myself the satisfaction of sleeping, no. I would keep on going. And I did. For two more hours. Then, sleep finally got the best of me. My eyes closed, wings folded in, and I plummeted. The last thing I remembered was the sensation of falling and the cold hard and gruff voices of erasers.

Hey, sorry it's short! I'll try and make the next one longer! Anyways! Yay!