Maya hart has always had a hard life so what happens when people begin to turn on her? Will she find comfort in a special someone or will she be all alone to face more of the boulders heading her way?
After the lovely breakfast me and farkle made our way to school.
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(Mayas outfit 👆🏼)
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(Farkle's outfit 👆🏼)
I hesitate opening the door to the school and Farkle looks at me. "Everything will be ok you have me," he assures me. I take a deep breath and open the double doors, air conditioning surrounds me and I bite my lip.
The gang are all huddled up and when they notice me they glare and turn back. I used all my will power not to cry. "Its okay. If they were or are our true friends they'll fight." Farkle whispers softly into my ear. I was grateful for Farkle I really was; he understood me in a way no one else could. I smile to him. My phone vibrates in my pocket and I retrieve it, quickly typing in my password and looking at my unread message.
Unknown:
Changed back have you?? I was right to say that they would/do hate you. I see you chose a baggy shirt to hide your fat belly. Your attempts are useless: I can still see it. 😂
I scanned my surroundings but found no one looking my way. "You're perfect Maya," Farkle says and I can tell he read the text. "Do I look fat?" "You never have," he shrugged and I blush slightly.
Walking into Mr. Mathews classroom feels different somehow. Me and Farkle don't sit in our usual seats and instead opting for ones at the back. The gang somehow seems surprised at the re-arrangement but go with it anyway. Mr. Mathews strides into the classroom and seems taken aback. He looks at me questioningly, I look down at my desk. Farkle grabs my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
I zone out for the remainder of class wishing nothing more than to get out of the classroom. When the bell rings I rush out of my seat quickly grabbing my bag and practically jogging away. Farkle soon catches up to me and just pulls me into a hug. I breath in his cologne before letting go. "What was that for?" I giggle. "You're brave. You know that?" He praises and I giggle. The group trudge past us and Riley looks at me and flips her hair.
