Ok, I couldn't find a room like Maya's, but I found a really awesome pic anyways!! Check it out!! (photographer is Rebeca Cygnus--Google her for AWESOME pictures!!) ~>
Maya's room was only possible if Leonardo De Vinci, Claude Monet, and Pablo Picasso worked together to make one of earth's most amazing feats of art. Yeah. That awesome.
The walls were a mixture of painted landscapes. I saw mountains, valleys, rivers, lakes, oceans, forests, and flower-filled fields. The paintings were brightly colored, with hundreds of shades of vivid blues in the ocean section alone. Purple mountains with snowy tips, leading down to light blue rivers and spring green valleys, connected to dark, sunlight-dappled forests, which stretched all over the walls. And that was just the walls.
The ceiling was a beautiful combination of day and night. On one half of the ceiling, the night sky dominated, midnight blue, wisps of lighter blue-white drifting across the sky as clouds. Silver-white twinkles of stars dotted the unique canvas. On the other half, white, puffy marshmallow clouds floated lazily on a Capri-blue sky. And, in the very center, a half moon and half sun shared space, connecting with each other.
"Uh...du..buh..." I couldn't seem to string a full sentence together.
Maya smiled shyly. "Thanks--at least, I'm assuming that's compliment, right?" Her smile faded a little.
All I could do was nod, my mouth gaping like a goldfish's.
Her grin returned. "Thanks for the clarification," She flopped onto the bed. I hadn't noticed the furniture in the room--I was too busy focusing on the art. There wasn't much: just a twin bed, shoved up against a wall, next to the window. There was a bookcase, crammed and overflowing with books, and a desk with a lamp and laptop on it. Along with a closet, there really wasn't much in it.
"How did you..." I trailed off, still in awe. "You just moved here, right? How did you manage to do this?"
"I had a friend help me out," She replied.
"But--"
"It would take a long time to explain," Maya shrugged, smiling. "Hey, do you want something to eat?"
I nodded. "Why not?" All the stress had made me famished.
In less than two minutes, we were both relaxing in her room, chowing down some Girl Scout Thin Mints. Man, I love thin mints. And all cookies in general.
Maya turned out to be a pretty cool person. I found she liked a few of the same things I did (for instance, Thin Mints) and we both liked to stay under the radar in school. "Until you mouthed off to Iris," I pointed out, as she told me she didn't like to make a big scene too often.
"That was a special occasion," Maya grinned, winking. "After all, I couldn't let a kid like you get bossed around by some other kid, could I?"
"I wouldn't refer to Iris as 'some other kid'," I muttered, thinking of all the ways she was a drama queen, a heart-breaker, and, most of all, a revenge-bringer. She was like Karma. A worse version of Karma. If you so much as sneezed by her in class, she descended on you in all her fury.
"So why were you staying after school anyways?" Maya asked, changing the subject from our intense game of 'Would You Rather'.
"I...I..." I turned to her, a bit surprised. "Iris sent me a fake message. It was supposed to be from my mom, saying she'd pick me up. When she didn't come, I went back into the school, hoping to find someone to take me home. Then Iris jumped me, and that was how I figured out she had tricked me.
Maya nodded, but acted as if this was something she already knew. But how could she know? I wondered. "Has she done stuff like this before?" Maya asked curiously.
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