Maya's POV:
Hi, I'm Maya Hart. I am 15 years old and go to John Quincy High School. Let's just say, I haven't had the best life.
My dad left me and my mom when I was a baby. I really wish I could meet him... My mom used to tell me we looked alike.
And my mom. She left me when I was 9 years old to start an acting career. She left me with my aunt Becky, who isn't married and has one child.
Lucas's POV:
Hi I'm Lucas Friar. I'm 15 years old and I go to John Quincy High School.
I live with my two parents and one older sister.
I have a pretty easy going life, known as the player at my school. I have a new girl every few days. What can I say? I love girls!
I have been able to charm every girl in my grade, except for one.
Maya Hart.
The Challenge: A Laya Fanfiction:
Maya's POV:
I woke up the next morning to someone screaming on my bed. "Ava!!" I groaned. Ava is my bratty cousin, and apparently she has to wake me up everyday.
"Can't you learn to wake people up in a normal one?" I'm not a morning person. Not even at all.
"Nope." Ava said in her bratty tone.
I sighed and laid back in bed. Five minutes won't hurt...
I was drifting off when Ava yelled again, "you have to take me to see Auggie!!"
My eyes shot open and I glanced at my clock on the side.
"CRAP!! IM GONNA BE LATE!!"
I jumped out of bed and threw some clothes.
"You said a bad word!!" Ava said.
"Ava shut up."
"MOM!!" Ava ran off.
I sighed and stuffed my books into my backpack. That's when I realized my zipper to my backpack broke. Yep today has started great!!
"Aunt Becky??" I made it down the stairs to see Aunt Becky making Ava some breakfast.
"Yes??" She said, realizing I got a late start. "I can drive you to school honey."
"I need a new backpack. My zipper broke." I said.
Aunt Becky bit her lip. She walked over to the coat closet and pulled out a hello kitty backpack. You have got to be kidding me.
"Sorry it's the only backpack we have. We can go out this weekend and get a new one."
I sighed, knowing I had no choice. I grabbed the backpack and started up the stairs. "And you might wanna change shoes!" Aunt Becky said.
I looked down to see my old ratty slippers on my feet. "Thanks Aunt Becky!" I ran up the stairs. Today was gonna be a long day.
