Maximum Ride High School

Hey guys! This is my first fanfiction, and it is also posted on fanfiction.net under the author Kira Ride. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Max POV
"MAXIMUM RIDE MARTINEZ, GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED! ITS THE FIRST DAY OF SOPHOMORE YEAR!" My fraternal twin sister Ella screeches from her room.

Groaning, I roll out of bed, and of course, I fall onto my rug. "Ouch," I moan, getting up and running a hand through my frizzy bed-head.
"MAX, COME HERE!" Ella screams.

"COMING!"

"You look like a mess!" she says as I walk in.

"Wow, thanks, exactly what I want to hear first thing in the morning." Sarcasm is my native language.

"Whatever. Now come on! I have to get you ready," she says, dragging me into the bathroom. I would usually fight, but I'm too exhausted.

"Get dressed," she orders, ushering me into her room towards her walk-in closet. I sigh, shut the closet door, and put on the clothes. I'm wearing a loose red tank top with a white cami underneath, black ripped skinny jeans, studded black lace-up combat boots, and an unzipped cropped black leather jacket. As I walk out, I hear Ella gasp.

"OMG. You look gorgeous in that!" she squeals.

I grin and thank her. I have to admit, this outfit is better than some of her former choices for me. She yanks me into the bathroom, sits me down on a chair, and gets to work on my hair and makeup, while I doze off.

"Max, wake up!" I jolt awake.

"Look at yourself! You look amazing, if I do say so myself." She says, spinning her mirror to face me.

I gasp in surprise. I actually look... nice. My usually wavy and messy light brown sun streaked hair was wrangled into perfect soft curls. I had light makeup, with only mascara, winged eyeliner, some concealer, and Coke flavored chapstick.

"What do you think?"

"I love it. Thank you," I say, hugging her. "You look amazing too."

Honestly, she looked way better than me. She was wearing a cream colored one shoulder sweater with a dark blue heart in the middle over a dark blue tank top. She had on dark blue skinny jeans and sparkly silver t-strap sandals. Her wavy dark brown hair was in a messy bun, and her makeup was pretty much perfection. She grins at me and we head downstairs.

"Good morning, girls," my mom, Valencia Martinez says cheerily.

"Morning," we chorused.

I sat next to my older brother, Ari, at the table, and we fist bumped, as usual. Ari was a senior at our new high school, and he's really popular in his grade, especially because he's the football team captain.

"Ari's driving you two to school today," Mom said, sliding some pancakes in front of me.

"But who's picking us up from soccer tryouts?" I asked, my mouth full of food.

Ella and I played soccer and ran cross country. We made a pretty good team, if I do say so myself.

"You guys can walk home, or catch a ride with a friend," she replied, taking my empty plate. "Get going, you're going to be late."

I got up, grabbed my purple backpack, my phone, and my soccer bag, and headed towards Ari's car, Ella and Ari at my heels.

"SHOTGUN!" I yell, hopping into the front seat.

"Screw you, Max," Ella grumbles, stepping into the backseat.

Ari hopped into the car beside me. "Ready to go?" He asked.