broken pieces ; lucaya {✔️}

Perspective[10]

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(Mayas p.o.v)
I walk into school on Monday
morning with Riley. Our first class was double gym. Then math. Then science. Then double period ela. We walk into the room and take out seats. On the board is the word "Perspective" The class looks around in confusion.

The teacher notices our confusion and says
"Since we have a double period today, I'm giving you a writing assignment. the topic is a writing peice on perspective. You can do whatever you want with this. A story, an opinion piece. Just have it in by the end of class. It can be as long or short as you desire but it MUST relate to the word perspective."

The class begins to write. Perspective, hmmmm. I was stumped. I thought about what to write for 10 minutes. I realized I was running out of time so I decided to wing it. This was my final piece.

'I don't know the Webster definition of perspective. But I do know it can be a beautiful or terrible thing. Opinions and emotions are all a matter of perspective. Almost everything is.

Take the city we live in as an example. To someone who has never visited NYC, and just saw pictures, they might see it as the most beautiful city in the world.

We have sky scrapers, the empire state building, coney island, the freedom tower, central park and so on. But there is so much more to this place than what meets the eye.

Central park is famous for its amazing scenery. But there are also hundreds of homeless people who see central park as just another place to sleep at night. And to me, that's not beautiful, that's tragic.

To tourists coney island could be a land of adventure but to someone who lives in new York coney island could be the first place they got their heart broken.

The same can go for people. A girl could seem like the happiest person in the world during the day but they could also be the saddest person at night. You'd never know how someone could view something.

There is an infinite amount of examples for how the same thing can be beautiful and terrible to different people. But it always is just a matter of perspective.'

"PASS UP YOUR PAPERS" The teacher shouts and we all pass them foward. She made me collect them all. As I was talking the papers I saw that almost everyone looks exhausted. Expect Riley. That little ball of sunshine, how does she do it?

I gave in the papers. I didn't know how to feel about my work. I didn't know if I should be proud or ashamed. The bell rang and we all rushed to lunch.

(Lucas p.o.v)
We went to lunch. And sat at our usual table. Riley was with her dad out for lunch so it was Farkle Zay Maya and I.

"That was one weird assignment." Zay sighs.

"I dunno I kinda liked it." Maya replied.

"Maya Hart- Liking a school assignment? Lucas catch me" Farkle fake fainted in my arms. We all laughed.

We went up and got lunch. I grabbed an apple and sat down. As everyone was eating Maya took out her sketchpad and started doodling.

Zay looked over at her book and raised an eyebrow. He snatched the book out of her hand and Maya signed. Zay looked like he was studying it.

"I like it." He said then handed it back.
"Oh speaking of my sketches" Maya says then searched through her bag. "Here." She handed a peice of paper to Farkle.

He smiled the biggest smile. The picture was of a board walk with a stuffed bear on it with a sunset in the back.

"The first time you forced me to go to on the Cyclone. I loved that day. How'd you remember?" He asked.

Maya shrugged. "You said you wanted to remember that sunset forever. I wanted to make sure you did." I looked over at the picture. It really was amazing. Farkle carefully put it in a folder. The bell rang and we went up to History.

Mr. Matthews had us present our projects. Maya and Brandon were up first. They seemed to be friendly again. After Yogi and Missy went up. They were both stuttering and seemed incredibly nervous. Someone tapped my shoulder and I turned around. Brandon. He had a peice of folded paper in his hand and it said 'maya' he pointed at her indicating me to give it to her. I took it and tapped her shoulder. She took the paper and scribbled something down. She handed it to me and I passed it back to Brandon.

As Yogi and Missy finished the classroom phone rang. Mr Matthews answered it. I don't know if anyone was paying attention but he said into the phone

"Yes she is here. - Okay I'll send her"
Then he looked at maya in a concerned way and I wondered what was going on.

"Maya go down to guidance." She raised her eyebrows in a confused way. Then shrugged got up and walked out. Riley Farkle Zay and I all looked at each other confused then presentations continued.

No one had been called down to guidance. Not in 7th grade and not this year until now. From what I was told you only get CALLED down to guidance when you were in serious trouble.

About 20 minutes later the door opened and in came maya. She wasn't facing the class and handed a paper to Mr. Matthews. He said something only Maya could here then she started putting her books back in her bag. That was when I got a look at her face.

She looked like shit. It looked like someone had just shot her. Her eyes were wide and her normally bright blue eyes were pale. Her face was drained of any color. Her bottom lip looked like it was about to start trembling. She swung her bad over her shoulder and whispered something to Riley. Just like that maya was gone.
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(Josh) DUN DUN DUUUUN!
Hey guys I hoped you like this chapter I'm trying to make them longer. Tell me your opinion on Mayas essay. I wasn't so sure about this chapter so tell me if you like/hate it in the comments.

And I live in nyc myself so I speak truth in Mayas essay

OH yeah in the next chapter we'll find out what happened with Maya. Until then have a lovely day.
-Anna