DNA (Girl Meets World fanfiction)

Six

Maya Hart, a short 16 year old with dirty blonde hair and chrome eyes, was just an average city girl. She got up early every morning, got dressed, did her makeup, and ate breakfast. At seven o'clock, she walked to her best friend's apartment and they took the subway to John Quincy Adams High School, where they spent hours and hours learning "important" things. Maya never learned anything that would be able to help her with what she was about to go through.

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One morning, Maya woke up six minutes late. It may have just been six minutes, but those six minutes made every difference. Those six minutes changed her life forever.

At 6:36, Maya rolled herself out of bed and quickly got dressed. She threw on her Beatles shirt, a studded jean-jacket, fishnet tights, and jean-shorts. She quickly straightened her long hair, careful not to burn herself. After feeding her pet ferret, Ginger, she headed toward the door.

"I'm off to school!" Maya yelled. She didn't know why she yelled it, the house was empty every morning, but she always did it.

She walked down the fog-filled morning sidewalks, headlights gleaming beside her. If it weren't for those headlights, she wouldn't be able to see two steps ahead of her. The fog kept rolling in, like ocean waves. She quickly brushed past strangers on the street, most of them adults heading to work.

She passed the Manhattan Public Library. There was a girl sitting on the steps, long straggly blonde hair falling into her face, hiding it. She was reading a book, and seemed to be waiting for someone. Maya has never seen this girl there before. Perhaps it was because she was running six minutes behind, and she was seeing people who's schedule's put them at the library at 6:50 in the morning. Normally Maya would pass there at 6:45.

Her pace slowed as she walked nearer and nearer to this girl. She couldn't stop looking at her hair. This hair was strangely familiar. The same dirty blonde colour as her own, but much longer. The same natural waves.

The girl on the steps swept her hair out of her face, looking up. To Maya's horror, the face of this girl was just as her hair was.

It was Maya's exact face. Same eyes, same freckles, same thick dark eyebrows.

She was like an exact replica.

Terrified, Maya fled down the street as fast as she could.

She got as far as she thought she needed to, and leaned against a wall to catch her breath.

What in the name of God had just happened?

Her heart raced at a speed that seemed unhealthy. She was scared out of her mind.

Who was this girl?

Did Maya have a long lost twin? Or was it something much more complicated?
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She turned to Bleeker Street, and looked up. She could see through Riley's window.

When Maya arrived at Riley Matthews' apartment, she buzzed into the building and was let in to the main room of her best friend's living area.

Her mind was racing faster than a pure bred race horse.

"Maya, pancakes?" Mrs. Matthews called from the kitchen.
"No thanks! I'm not very hungry."
"Please eat, you need the energy."

But Maya couldn't eat. Her appetite was gone, and she was still scared of the girl on the library steps.

For all Riley's family knew, everything was normal. The only thing that wasn't normal, was Maya's encounter with the strange girl that morning.

She forced herself to gulp down the overcooked pancakes, knowing that Riley's mother wouldn't let her by without eating breakfast.

Usually she loved Mrs. Matthews' cooking. It wasn't the best, but Maya didn't usually get home cooked meals. She was just so sick to herself, so confused and lost in the situation, that it was difficult to consume her meal.

They left for school, but Maya was far too distracted to concentrate.

Her mind wouldn't stop chasing itself in circles.

Who was this strange identical roaming New York?