winter "lollie" parker thought she knew the world but in reality it's gonna hit her like a truck
[ lucas friar x fem oc ! ]
girl meets world season one - three
[not every episode is included]
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Lollie Parker
"Graduation and awards night is coming up. I am very proud of this class. Several of you will be recognized for your achievements throughout the year." Mr. Matthews said.
"Awards are a scam! A girl like me never had a chance, Matthews. Never had a chance." Maya said standing up.
Lollie knew she wasn't gonna get along with Maya anytime soon so if Maya's not gonna make an effort why should she.
"All right, I'll do it, but it's ridiculous." Riley stood up, "It's a scam, Matthews! She never had a chance!"
"Maya will be receiving the Griff Hawkins Totally Cool Award."
She didn't respond, "Maya, you just found out you won the Totally Cool Award, yet you just sit there?" Riley asked, "Oh, you're being cool. Why won't you rub off on me?"
"And our two finalists for the Scholar-Athlete Award are Lucas Friar and Billy Ross."
"I hope you're ready for some competition, dude." Billy said.
"Oh, well, you know how I hate competition." Lucas said.
"Not again." Lollie muttered hitting her head on the desk.
"Hey, Golden Boys, you wanna hop down from your cloud of awesomeness? You're making us normals feel bad." Maya said.
"Yeah. Right after our handshake of awesomeness."Billy told her.
"Every day." Maya said turning back around.
"Girls should have their own handshake of awesomeness." Riley said.
"What would it be?" Maya asked.
The two crossed our legs and flipped their hair.
"Stop it."
"I'm dying." Lollie said banging her head on the desk.
"Farkle, you are being awarded the Joseph T.R. Epstein Confidence Award. Congratulations. Farkle?" Mr. Matthews questioned.
"Farkle can't come to his desk right now. If you have a question for Farkle, say, "One;" a comment, say, "Two;" billing questions, "Three."" The microphone said.
"One. Where are you?"
"You have selected "Three.""
"No, I said, "One.""
"Sorry, we are experiencing unusually high call volume. Your call will be answered in approximately..." The machine said but it stopped and changed tones.
"Thirty-five..."
"Minutes." Then the machine goes off.
"Representative! What is this? Farkle's never missed a class in his life." Mr. Matthews said.
