Hello! Well, I'll be starting this new story, called Growing Her Wings! It's based of the song, Growing her Wings, by Lauren Alaina! It's, like, my favorite song, and I thought I should do a Maximum Ride fanfic! Also, the lyrics are posted in this (The 1st) chapter!

So, yeah. It will be all FAXNESS! No Sam or dylan in this story... it wouldn't really make sense to add them in. So, pretty much all Fax fluff, but there will be at least one exciting part (I have one part in my plot (I pre-wrote what'll happen in little bullet points) that has some sort-of exciting-ish part!) that may or may not include violence ;)

So, INJOY! And, Fang shall say the disclaimer

Fang: Max doesn't hate me. Thus, Faxness1234 does not own Maximum Ride or any of the characters!

Me: YAYYZ! But, hey! They didn't know you where the "neighbor boy"!

Fang: It's in the summary...

Me: Whatever. *evil glare at Fang*

Chapter 1: Growing her Wings

Max's POV!

Brother's in the backyard diggin' in the dirt

Mama's in the kitchen in an old t-shirt

Daddy's diesel's coming up the street

And she's in her bedroom growing her wings

"Ready To Run" in her headphones

Pretty in pink on all ten toes

Nose in a Cosmo magazine

All the junk mama says, she's too young to read

Little do they know she's growing her wings

They got her whole life on lockdown

Doing time behind her bedroom door

I guess it's alright for right now

But outside her window there's so much

More room for running and space to discover

A whole wide world to see

She's dreaming 'bout the girl she's gonna be

Stuck in Rice County, growing her wings

The neighbor boy taught her how to French kiss

And daddy's got eyes in the back of his head

He said, no dating 'til you're 18

Now she's in her room grounded, growing her wings

They got her whole life on lockdown

Doing time behind her bedroom door

I guess it's alright for right now

But outside her window there's so much

More room for running and space to discover

A whole wide world to see

She's dreaming 'bout the girl she's gonna be

Stuck in Rice County, growing her wings

She wants to fly

And never look down

But tonight

She's tucked inside a tiny little town

In a little twin bed all safe and sound

And there's so much

More room for running and space to discover

A whole wide world to see

She's dreaming 'bout the girl that she's gonna be

Stuck in Rice County, growing her wings

Growing her wings

(By Lauren Alaina!)

I sighed as the song faded away. Honestly, I'm not a huge country music fan, but this song was pretty much my life story.
Well, I'm Max. Maximum Ride, but my real last name is Martinez. I just choose not to go by my stink-butt Dad's last name.
Anyways, I live in a small little town somewhere in Colorado. My house is tucked right in the corner is a huge neighborhood, but I'm pretty much isolated from everyone in it. My parents keep my locked in my room all the time: I can't go hang out with friends, go on dates, or do any school clubs or whatever. I do go to school, though... Thank God, too, or else I'd have no social life. I have a dad, Jeb Martinez, and a mom, Valencia Martinez,though I prefer to call her Valencia Ride.
I have dirty-blond hair that pretty wavy, almost curly, and I have chocolate brown eyes. I know, I know, like how common and boring is that? I'm also very tall for my age (I'm 15, and a Sophmore in Highschool), 5 foot 10 inches. I'm pretty much a normal, sarcastic, bacon-and-cookie-loving teenage girl!
Oh, yeah; did I mention the fact that I have freaking wings? I know, it's weird, but I love them, actually. They are tan-ish brown at the top, speckled in the middle, and white at the bottom. They are huge, too; I'm not talking 5 feet, they're about 15 feet across. And all those feet tuck in nice and not-noticably into my shoulder-blades. Luckily, too, because no one is supposed to know about the 2% non-human genes of mine.
The whole story about my wings is pretty long, but here's the short version: My Dad is a genetic scientist. Before I was born, he'd been on the verge of figuring out how to combine D.N.A. So,when my Mom told him she was pregnant, he was extatic. Not because he'd be a dad, but because he was going to experiment on the baby. Experiment on me. So, he fused my genes with birdie ones. That's why I'm Maximum Ride, and why there's a big white, tan,and speckled mess sprouting from my back. I'm a mutant.
But the worst part about it? I'm not even allowed to use my wigs! My Dad is super over-protective, and he doesn't any one figuring out about my little secret, or else he may get sued. Hence the whole "you must have no social life" rule.
Also, that's the reason I'm an only child: my mom didn't want another mutant child, she tried not to tell me to avoid hurt feelings, but, seriously, it's pretty obvious.
So, here I am, listening in my iPod while doing homework in my bed room. My backpack and books are sprawled across my twin-bed, which has a pale blue confertor. I'm sitting on the white carpet, with a pencil and piece of paper in my lap. My walls are painted navy blue, even though I'm pretty sure I missed a lot of spots. Let's just say I tried to paint my room all by myself. I also have a wooden desk sitting to the right of my desk, and to the left of my bed, there's a window. It over-looks a large field, and you can pop the screen out and sit on the roof. I go out there every night, and I let my wings streach out: it's the only time I'm allowed to spread them out.
Anyways, I was just about to start my Language Art's essay, when I was interrupted. "MAXIMUM! Get down here! We're going to the Walker's!" Screeched Jeb.
Ugh, I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes. Now that I think about it, there's one part in the song that's totally wrong: I hate the "neighbor boy"!

Eek! I'm so excited this is finally up! I had to wait TWO WHOLE DAYS before posting this! So, R&R (Rate and review)?

*sigh* How much I love random cliché stories like this...

And I know this chapter wasn't very long... but it's the intro! But don't expect all of my chapters to be, like, 2,000 words!

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