Maya scanned the aisles, looking for the cheapest bread.
"Can I help you?" A worker asked her.
"No," she smiled. "I'm just here for bread."
"I noticed that you're leaning toward the cheap bread." The women grinned a fake smile, eyeing the bread in her hands.
"I guess" Maya hid her reddening face, embarrassed of this workers observation. "Well in that case. I just want to let you know, if you want to buy that, we don't want you coming in here. You're not worthy of my time, or anybody else's."
Maya, obviously hurt, ran out of the supermarket.
***
"Bro, where did you get that?" A little boy yelled to his friend.
"I stole it from my dad!" He bragged. "Wanna burn some stuff?" The two boys began to play around with the lit match, when suddenly, the flame had traveled down the wooden stick, and it scared them. Frightened of injury, the rich boy threw the flame stick at something that looked like a landfill.
"Dude!" The second boy, seemingly nicer, yelled. "What if someone lives there?"
"Yeah right," the first boy laughed. "Like anyone would live there!"
"But, it looks-" The second one tried to protest but the first brat had already taken off running. "Not everyone is as rich as you," he mumbled.
***
"I was fine just a guy living on my own," Maya sang Sarah Smiles by Panic! At The Disco. "Waiting for the sky to fall. Then, you called and changed it all, do-" she stopped in her tracks.
Maya stared at her flaming house, tears already flooding out.
"No!" Maya ran to the door, but she was almost hit by falling wood.
She heard the siren of a firetruck coming. Why did everything bad happen to her? She was the most unlucky girl in the world.
"Excuse me?" She heard a faint voice. "Is this your house?"
"Yes," she said, before seeing black.
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Rags To Riches
FanfictionMaya is very poor. She only eats once or twice a week. She's very thin. One day, some little kids were playing with a match outside of her small, small house. The flame was overwhelming, so they threw it at the house to dispose of it. Maya was shopp...
