This story is mostly a normal, highschool story to begin with (like the first fifteen chapters), but will later progress into the more action-packed stuff I usually write. I'm trying to step out of my comfort zone and face the overwhelming task of writing romance. My other FanFiction story: Tough, Sarcastic, and Beautiful, has all of its Faxy moments written by my friend/romance-co-writer, Jocelyn Sahagun. Hope everyone enjoys!

(MAX POV)

You can start your first day at a brand new school multiple ways, depending on your personality. If you're a bright, all-smiles, preppy girl that only few people can upset with the most harsh words they can think of, you go and sit with the people who seem nice, smart and funny, and would love to have a new friend any day. If you're the type of person that wears the too short skirts, too exposing tops, and really doesn't care if people think you're a bitch as long as your make-up looks alright, then by the end of the month you'll be the queen bee slut of the school. Congrats. Or if you love your math class and only hobby is hacking into peoples Facebook accounts then you hang around with the kids that aren't really as bad as their reputation as nerds says they are.

Or if you're me. The bad-ass girl that main color is black and can't seem to keep her temper to a minimum, no matter how hard she tried.

Not.

So here I am, standing in the wide double doorway of my new school, Granada High School, in search of the table that holds people like me. But I found none. Well, there was one where to the naked eye I would be expected to sit at. The one with the kids in all black with too much eyeliner that show no emotion at all and simply sit there in silence, eating their food. But, there are reasons I and not qualified for that table.

1) I'm not miserable.

2) I'm not goth.

3) I only beat people up if they give me a reason to.

4) I'm not emo.

5) I wouldn't be caught dead in make-up of any sort.

6) I'm not goth or emo.

I sighed, giving up and threw my entire lunch in the nearest garbage can before turning on my heel and exiting the crowded lunch room. Now not only do I have nowhere to go in this educational-hell-hole, but I wasted four dollars. What a beautiful day.

I walked through the empty halls, my converse making soft thudding noises with every step, wondering what could be so important here that made my family have to move on such short notice and without so much as an explanation. Except for the one I got from Mom, "The school are better there Max" but that was definitely not true. I went to the best public school in the entire state of Virginia.

So one Friday after a stressful day at school I come home to find the entire house packed in boxes and my parents telling me, "We're moving out tomorrow Max, go pack up your room," and I had stood there just staring at them with a incredulous expression on my face. But now it's Monday and I am now living in Livermore, California with my only family, Jeb Ride and Valencia Ride.

But back to the present:

I found my way to a courtyard in the center of the school with a small pond and benches and sat down on one to wait for the next class to start. This is going to be a long day if I'm this bored.

(FANG'S POV)

I came into my first class today late. Again. But apparently I wasn't the only one because as soon as I sat down the door swung open roughly and hit the wall behind it. A tall and thin girl that had blonde wavy hair with brown streaks walked in slowly and swung the door shut to look at the damage she caused. "Oops" she mumbled.

Mrs. Myers, the teacher, walked over to her, "Do you have a late pass?"

She replied, "Um, no. But I'm new here and don't really know my way around so it kind of took me a while"

The teacher glared but let her slide for being late. "Everyone, this is the new student Maximum Ride"

Instantly, the whole class started whispering quite loudly to each other and pointing while I just slumped farter into my chair.

"You know I can hear what you're saying" she told them.

Most bushed and looked away while others just sat there with confused expressions. So dumb. "Well Maximum, since you have such a knack for denting my walls with the door you can sit next to Mr. Walker."

Max stopped glaring at the class and turned to the teacher "It's Max and how the hell am I supposed to know who that is?"

To answer her question I raised my hand, "Over here"

She came and sat in the desk next to me. After a couple of minutes of the teachers boring lecture Max whispered to me, "Two questions. One, what subject is this? And two, what did she mean about the door?"

"I think English and I had her last year for sophomore year and every day I'd accidentally slam that door and every day she'd make me fix it until I finally stopped" I whispered back.

She chuckled and went back to staring off into space.

During the agonizing hour of Mrs. Myers class I kept sneaking glances at Max to get a good look at her. (Not in the sexist pig kind of way) And let me tell you she was hot. (Again not in the sexist pig kind of way! I just couldn't think of a better word to describe her beauty. Oh wait! Beautiful) Her deep, chocolate brown eyes seemed glazed over as though she wasn't listening and just daydreaming. She slouched in her chair and crosses her arms as if she wanted to be in any place except here.

"Will you stop staring, you're making me uncomfortable" she whispered to me.

Under my calm and emotionless expression that took years to master I was shocked. Oh god, she caught me staring; she probably thinks I'm a pshyco creep now.

Wait, why do I care? Everyday I walk through these halls and don't give anyone so much as a second glance unless they're my family. So what is this girl to me? Absolutely nothing. Not to be rude but that's just how things are with me.

By the time fifth period lunch came by I was bored out of my mind and ready to skip the rest of the day. But why would I go home now and have to make my own lunch when I could just eat then leave?

So I bought the crappy and unhealthy lunch they serve and went to sit with my friends.

The group of people I call friends but practically family are somewhat weird. Scratch that. Very weird. If we were just randomly walking down the street then no one would think that we are friends because of our different personalities and looks. There's Nudge, the sophomore who is a complete fashion-freak and can't stop talking for the life of her. Although most people don't know, Nudge is my sister. We don't look anything alike, she got most of her looks from her dad, who left her with my mom. Then there's Ella, also a sophomore, who is super smart and shy. Then there's Iggy, a junior, who a jock who acts like one for his reputation but at lunch or at home he's a really great and weird guy who can blow pretty much anything up. There's JJ, a sophomore, who is nice and popular but hates every slut here. That leaves us with me. I'm a junior who only wear black and I'm what my friends call an, "anti-social, creepy guy who can't talk in complete sentences" but I disagree because if I were anti-social then they wouldn't be my friends. As for the rest, well yeah, it's true.

I reached the table and sat down between Ella and Iggy. Ella glared at me but went back to eating her food. I smirked. See, Ella and Iggy both have massive crushes on each other even though they don't know it. Sad, huh.

Nudge noticed me, "FANG! Did you see the new girl! She's like exactly like you. Well probably not exactly like you because of your" her voice dropped to a whisper, "secret. Hint hint ,cough cough. But still she's all dark and mysterious and barely talks unless she's pissed off. Like this morning in English. I was so scared but she seemed like if she wanted to she could be a whole lot scarier. Like you! Tell me I'm right because I know I am! No, JJ I do not center around myself but I am in a good mood so just shut up before you say anything. Oh, look there she is Fang. Look Fang! ….. Hey, I said look!" Nudge ended her rant and pointed towards the doors.

There was Max standing there with a tray of food scanning the lunch room for a place to sit. Her eyes went directly over us like we were nothing(typical) and landed on the table full of populars. Oh god not another popular or wanna-be-popular kid. Her face wrinkled in disgust before she continued looking around the room. Good. This school doesn't need any more of them.

Thirty seconds later I saw her sigh and dump her food in a trash can before exiting the room and walked down the hall and out of sight.

I turned back to my friends and we continued our conversations like any other day. Of course, out of nowhere my back explodes into excruciating pain and I suck in a shaky breath through my clenched teeth. Instantly the table falls silent. Everyone knows what this is. They've all seen me go through it my whole life. Ella said quietly, "Fang maybe you should go to the bathroom or just get out of here if you know what I mean"

I nodded and excused myself. I walked through the halls to the nearest bathroom, went into the biggest stall and let out what makes me so different from everybody else.

(MAX POV)

I gently slid through my window and out onto the giant oak tree just outside. Now, what am I doing here instead of being at school? I skipped. Yep, that's what I do when I can't stand one more moment in that place.

Anyways, I fumbled around with the i-pod in my hand, trying to find a position where I could easily climb with both of my hands instead of just one when I realized that is the purpose of pockets. I sighed and started climbing until I reached the base of most branched which had a perfect sitting place.

Making myself comfortable against the hard bark of the old oak I scrolled through the many playlists until coming at a stop at the 30 Seconds to Mars and Onerepublic songs where I pushed play and closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of relaxation instead of nervousness to hide my biggest secret ever.

Only a short twenty minutes later the third acorn came down and landed with a Thunk on my head. That can't be natural. Three acorns in 20 minutes. I stood up and looked above only to stare into the dark obsidian eyes of the boy from English class, "boo" he whispered.

He caught me by surprise so naturally I screamed and almost fell out of the tree. That wouldn't be good. "Why the heck did you scare me like that," I yelled at him, furious.

"You're in my tree," he answered calmly.

"You're tree? It's on my property!"

"So?"

"So it's legally mine!"

"Well yeah but it's still mine"

"How so?"

"Well" He pointed to a branch on my left, "It says clearly right there that it's my tree"

I looked closely were he pointed and sure enough there, scratched deep into the bark was "FANG'S TREE"

"Well guess what Fang, wow that name suits you, this is now my tree because it's on my property"

And with that I climbed down and walked off into the nearby forest at the backside of the house. Once there, I started sprinting. A mile or so into the forest I came to clearing and stripped off my jacket and shirt mid-sprint until I was left in a tank top. Taking one last stride I leaped into the air.

See the thing that makes me different from all the people in the crowded lunch room might have something to do with the wings that lifted me through the trees and into the wide and open sky.

I'm just going to see how many reviews I get and see if I should continue this because really I didn't think of a plot but just of the first couple of paragraphs and just winged it from there.