Start of my life (a gmw story)

Part Twenty Riley's POV

"Whatever, weirdo," Maya said teasingly as she lied back down on the extra sleeping bag I brought for her.

I rolled my eyes. Aww man! I missed Mr. Krabs being frozen in a block of ice!! I constantly looked over at Maya to see if she was asleep.

It took her like 10 minutes but she finally went to sleep.

"Maaayyaa?" I whispered just to make sure.

She didn't budge.

If she was tricking me I knew how to get her up. "Good! I brought doughnuts but I don't want Maya hogging them. Now I got them to myself."

She still didn't move. YES!! Ok! I have a conclusion about where her journal is.

Ok. at the park she stuffed it in her jacket right? She was still wearing the jacket while I was searching for the journal. And where did she take off the jacket? Either in her mom's bathroom or room...room.

I got up slowly trying not to wake her up. Maya wasn't a light sleeper, but she wasn't any heavy sleeper either. I just wanted to make sure.

Relax, Riley. She won't wake up unless her blanket is taken away or if light is in her face.

I had to step over her to get to her mom's room. I gently put one foot over her and it landed on a part of the blanket that she wasn't using.

*so far, so good*

I lifted up my other foot to step over her sleeping body when I slipped on the blanket.

I was now about to fall on Maya.

I thought fast by taking my arms and extending then to the other side of Maya. I was now doing a back bend. Over Maya. Sleeping Maya. The Maya who could kill someone if she tried.

Ok, how do you get up from a backbend without falling to the ground. There was no way. For me at least.

I shuffled over to Maya's feet and let myself drop. It was better than her head right?

When I fell there was a little thump and Maya turned over and made a sleepy person noise. You know those noises right? Yeah you do!

I was relieved that she didn't wake up. I tiptoed half way to Katie's room when I realized something.

Hey, if Maya didn't wake up to someone crash landing onto her feet, then why am I tiptoeing?

I walked normally the rest of the way.

I looked in all of the non-obvious places.

Under the dirty clothes.
On the closet floor.
In the jackets on the hooks.
And all that stuff.

Then I would look in the obvious places.

*But why even bother* I thought. *maya never hides things in obvious places.*

I was thinking that just as I opened a dresser and I was honestly shocked.

"It's her journal," I said to myself unbelievingly. I was going to pick it up but then my hand backed away by itself.

"Hey! You have to do what I say! If it weren't for me! Well if it weren't for my mom...and dad....you wouldn't be here today!" I told my arm in a very strict whisper.

"Your to nice to read Maya's diary" Farkle told me in a flashback.

I was going to read this. I had to know what was going on with Maya. I had to help her. I need to make her life as good as it can get.

I went to pick it up. It's kinda heavy.

Yes! It has a bookmark so that i don't have to go searching for it.

"But seriously, why is it more than halfway past in the book?" I asked myself.

I started to open it and it dropped out of my hand and landed in the middle of the book with the bookmark fallen out.

"Crap!" I exclaimed seeing that I would have to search through this big book now.

I picked up the book and looked at the date.

December 30, 2013.

*OMG! This was only half way through the book! I wonder how long she has had this thing?*

I closed the book then opened the cover. Wow. She has had this thing forever.

March 15, 2008.
Hello, I am Maya Hart. I am seven years of age. I don't really have that many friends. Just a nice perky girl named Riley Matthews and and a really annoying kid who follows us around named Farkle Monkeys I think.

I laughed at this. I remember when she kept forgetting Farkle's last name in first grade. she was 7 and I was 6.

You see, my mom gave me this very very big book to keep as a "journal". I really don't see the point. I guess she thinks this can make up for what she is doing and what she did.

She made my daddy go away a few years ago. I wish I could see him again. I can barely even remember what he looks like. What could she have possibly done to make him leave? I bet he was a great man who would only leave the kind of person like my mom. She is always leaving everyday and I'm forced to walk to school. I guess I would run away or something like that if it weren't for Riley Matthews.

She is one of the three best people I know. Along with Mr. And Mrs. Matthews. But they are going to have a baby in a month or two.

Why would they continue to care for me when they are about to have another child who would be a million times better than me at everything in every way.

I saw a drop of water land on the paper. I think I am crying. Maya really has been through a lot. I should probably not go on. I could burst out in tears if I read another paragraph.

I should probably forget about the plan. NO! I have come so far and I won't let my emotions get in the way of things. I'm basically saying this because if they did Farkle would be right.

I shuddered at the thought. When he is right things don't go to well.

I must've looked for like 30 minutes.

"I give up," I said while sighing. "I'm getting tired anyways."

I put the journal back in its original spot.

I walked out to see that Maya was gone. Did she know that I was reading her journal?!

She is right. I do suck at things that involve sneaking.

-----------AUTHOR'S NOTE--------------
I try my best to make Riley as quirky as she is in the show. And Maya as..um.. Maya as she is.

Am I doing a good job?