As we start, Maia finds herself having to be the bearer of bad news on behalf of her best friend, Nessa, who's ex boyfriend is threatening to sue due to unpaid bills during their relationship. Knowing Nessa is going to chicken out, she feels it's her duty to stand up for her friend. For as in the words of Elle Woods: "Ladies it's a fact, that when you're attacked, you've got to respond." Or something like that. This hunt for a stranger Maia has never met embarks her on a path of learning she never thought she'd need. As her feet push one by one on the peddles of her 1992 Trek bike, she realizes that she has been on the road for 24 hours and hasn't moved, nor has she realized the passing of time. Trying to figure out what happened, or where she is, she meets Harlyn, and together the two embark on a new journey to find the ex. Since turning 23, Aria has felt that adulthood has passed her by, but here she learns that it has just been waiting for her, if she is willing to accept it. Along the way, she meets many interesting people, sees much oppression, and witnesses some historic events that all put her life into a whole new perspective.
If you met Maia you'd think of her as the same as anyone you've ever met. The girl on the magazine, and for a while, just for a while she wanted to believe the same thing. But she was different. The young girl does lose something that makes a life feel much looser, including their status, but there is always a boy, who won't give up. So eventually she has to stand up and take being stuck between guy crazy best friends who become her people, the guy, the dad who moves too fast, the sister who conceals her pain, the past she can't hide and a pen and paper patches up her life very slowly with tape and glue but at the very least ... some people are worth writing for and Maia is not simple.
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When Maia loses her mother to cancer, she takes on high school life as if nothing ever happened.
She lived the best of both worlds.
After her mother's death, Maia promised herself she wouldn't be in any boy's pants to recover from her loss. She's isolated now. She's distant. Her mother's death has conflicted her thinking. Maybe she should just smile... it's what everyone chooses to do. But what if the muscles don't work the same as they once had? What if you have to start figuring life out in shades of grey.