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"𝗛ow does it feel to be the most beautiful person in the seventh grade?" maya teased, her voice ringing with playful enthusiasm as she tilted her head and flashed a bright smile at her best friend. frankie, her red hair catching the morning light, rolled her eyes in mock annoyance and walked over, her hands resting on her hips.
"oh, come on! all the boys want you, frankie, and i know exactly why," maya insisted, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
frankie chuckled softly, meeting her friend's gaze with a look of curiosity. "and why is that?"
"because you're beautiful," maya replied, her voice full of sincerity. frankie, feeling a rush of warmth from the compliment, grabbed her backpack slung over the chair. "maya, thank you for the compliment, but i'm not the most beautiful person in seventh grade when you're around."
frankie watched as maya's cheeks flushed a delicate shade of pink, and with a playful wink, she stepped out of the room. "hey, girlies." abby, frankie's older sister, remarked dryly, walking down the hall and eyeing both girls.
"where's riley?" the strawberry blonde asked, following them down the staircase. "we're meeting her at her house after i grab some breakfast," frankie replied with a cheerful bounce in her step.
"dad!" frankie called, darting into the kitchen and jumping into her father's arms, her excitement radiating off of her. "how is my favorite person doing today?"
"right, right! how is my second favorite person doing today?" frankie's dad corrected himself with a teasing nod in maya's direction.
"thank you," maya replied with a smile, her mood visibly lightened.
"i'm doing fine, sweetie. and how is my favorite daughter today?" their father asked, turning his head slightly to catch abby's eye as she emerged from the fridge.
"what did you just say?" abby questioned, raising an eyebrow, a playful smile creeping onto her lips.
"uh... i... nothing," he stammered, hastily moving away from abby and focusing on the stove, grabbing plates to serve their breakfast.
"maya, would you prefer strawberries or blueberries?" he asked, glancing at her with warmth.
"oh, i'm not hungry, thomas," maya replied lightly, shrugging as he rolled his eyes and served up a platter of waffles, scrambled eggs, golden bacon, and a colorful assortment of fresh fruits. he slid the plate over to her with a proud smile.
