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Girl Meets Maya's Mother

I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters

We were in art when Farkle burst through the door in a robe, "Why draw fruit? Let's draw a real work of art. That's right. Check out forty-eight pounds of nasty." He tore his robe off and everyone turned away expecting him to be naked. Nope, he had a full body suit underneath.

   "Well... looky here. The male.... Physique." The art teacher laughed.

    "Why thank you, art lady."

    "Why aren't we drawing Lucas?" Riley asked.

    The art teacher looked over in me and Lucas's direction. Lucas looked at her, almost pleading her not to make him the model.

    "Because nobody looks like that." She shrugged, and walked back over to Farkle "Get used to this. When drawing a Farkle start with the eyes."

    "I think the eyes should go straight to the gun show." Farkle flexed his non-existent muscles.

    "Revel, we're supposed to draw Farkle." Lucas looked at my sheet of paper. I had a picture of Medusa, the ancient greek monster who turned people into stones with her eyes. It was a curse she was given by Athena after Posiedon and her were caught in Athena's temple.

    "I am." I pointed to the background where statues were littered behind Medusa (my main subject). I had drawn a Farkle in there.

    "It's beautiful, Revel." The art teacher came over. "Your artwork would be great for the art exhibit."

    I smiled, "Eh, the principal already said I can't display my work because it's all 'mythology and nothing else.'" I quoted the principal. The teacher laughed and moved on to look at other people's artwork.

    Farkle started to leave. "Where are you going, Farkle?" I asked.

    "Gym class. That should go well, right?"

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    "All right, future history makers, welcome to career day." Also known as the day I sit awkwardly at my desk while I hear about everyone else's parents. "Now there are a lot of ways to make your mark on the world."

    As he said that  Riley's mother, Topapanga, walked into the classroom. "Hey, Riley."

    "Oh great, Shakira is here." At least her mother showed up. Riley turned to Maya and me. "Where's your mom and your parents?"

    "She won't be coming." Maya sighed.

    "Mine can't come."

    "But she told you she was coming?" She looked at Maya than me. "Why won't your parents be coming? Aren't they proud of you?"

    "Yes, she did." Maya rolled her eyes.

    Lucas stepped in so I didn't have to answer the question directed to me. "We don't really talk about Revel's parents."

    "Okay, guys, our first guest today is a lawyer, and I likes her." Mr. Matthews smiled at Mrs. Matthews. "Hey, lawyer lady. How about we go out sometime? I get off work everyday at 3:15... except Tuesday. I got playground."

    Topanga started to talk about her job, "So I am an attorney. I got here through a lot of hard work in school. By the time I was your age, I had 350 'A''s."

    As she said that the other door to the classroom opened and Riley kept saying something about Maya's mom. It wasn't Maya's mom but some other dude who walked straight up to Farkle.

    I dazed out thinking about what would happen if my mom hadn't thrown me out or started drinking like her life depended on it. What kind of parent career days she was going to.