Mayas Pov
I never asked to be the daughter of a billionaire. i know what your thinking, the daughter of a billionaire, your super lucky. No i'm not. i never had a normal life. I keep moving every year and all of my supposed friends are fake.
I'm currently on a plane right now heading to new york for a specific reason or for a specific person. Cory Matthews, thats who. He's my father's supposed best friend that we are going to see in new york and he seems to have a daughter my age. Oh great another fake. Why don't we just send all the fakes to Maya.
"miss hart the jet is about to land, i would kindly urge you to gather up your things and prepare to leave the plane." Oh great now the flight attendant took me out of mayaville, the only place where i feel at peace, why oh why does my life have to be like this? Well i guess i better pack, the sooner i do it, the sooner i can leave this dump.
I packed my stencils, electronics and artists papers into my backpack and I headed to the exit of the private jet with a slight frown. I knew my life was going to change any second now just because of this stupid journey.
hey guys <3 thank you so much for reading the first chapter of my book!!! (it was reedited btw)

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The Rich Rebel(lucaya fanfiction)
Fanfiction"Maya hart, there's something about her." "Well she's rich maybe that's what draws you to her?" "I don't think so, she's rich but she's not a snob, she's sort of a rebel"