Maverick (A G.I. Joe Fanfiction)

THIS STORY AND A MAJORITY OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MY PERSONAL BRAIN CHILDREN. THEY ARE WORKED INTO A WORLD I MYSELF DID NOT CREATE. LARRY HAMA, MARVEL COMICS, AND HASBRO HOLD ALL RIGHTS TO THEIR CHARACTERS I'M BORROWING THEM TO WRITE THIS BOOK.

The name is Maverick, but that's not my only name. I was orphaned as an infant. All I have from my real parents is a silver ring with an oval sapphire centered between two small diamonds on a military-grade dog tag chain that I haven't let out of my sight or from around my neck once in my life. The only place I really remember living is in Melbourne, Florida, a place as well-known as Washington D.C. but with not as many politicians and a lot more secrets. I've never been anywhere else, never had a reason to before now. When my mom, I think of Jane as nothing else but that, got a call from I don't know who everything that was my life fell to the floor and shattered as I boarded a plane to go live with my aunt Heidi, uncle Ben, and my cousins Mark and Lisa.
This is where my comparison comes in because where else besides a townhouse in the middle of the United States capital would two of the best real estate agents live.
Aunt Heidi is reigning queen of the uptown while Uncle Ben dominates the downtown market. Mark, an awesome dude to hang out with, earns his nicknames Shakespeare and Twain for obviously being a writer and quoting his idols regularly once or twice each. Lisa is the greatest friend I've ever had, a talented artist, and the only person who is allowed to call me Gray. So, in my book the Mallards were an all-around cool family with their own individual quirks. I was supposed to only stay a few months, that's what Jane told me, but it's been years. I'm getting really worried about Mom.