like told you that you haven't seen the last of me in this fandom! You can't escape me! Anyways, with the success of my first Girl Meets World fanfiction, His Moment, I was told many great things about it. I felt that I didn't deserve all of that praise. Yes, I enjoyed writing it. But it wasn't written from the heart. His Moment was written because of the lack of Liley stories on FF.N. Now, I bring you a story, written from the heart, about something that happens in every day life. Something that shouldn't happen, but does. Something that has happened to me, and still is happening. Bullying.

I DO NOT OWN GIRL MEETS WORLD

The skies were dark. The clouds were gray. Rain beat down on the windows in a steady drizzle. It was the kind of day that would normally dampen any normal person's mood. But Riley was no normal person. It didn't matter that the sun wasn't shining or that the birds weren't chirping.

To Riley, the day was beautiful.

Riley was weird. Even as her best friend, Maya wasn't going to deny it. But nobody had ever said that being weird was a bad thing. And everyone loved Riley and her weirdness. Riley was quirky and awkward, but that was just part of what made her a wonderful person to be around. She was always their for Maya. A shoulder for her to cry on, a smile to cheer her up. Even if she annoyed her with her twisted need to fix her life, she was her best friend.

So Maya didn't understand it when Riley began to get bullied.

Riley's life seemed perfect. She had the perfect family, perfect grades, perfect everything. The universe actually payed attention to her. That was more than Maya could say of herself. She had never met her father. He'd left before she was born. He'd just walked out on her pregnant mother, leaving her a single mom, forced to raise Maya on her own.

The problem was, because Katy had to work so much to provide for her daughter, she didn't get a chance to raise her. And even during the rare times she was around, she was always heading out to auditions, trying to start the acting career she as probably never going to have. Meanwhile, Maya was left at home with no one to help her with her homework. Riley and her family were all she had.

But Maya was strong. She was tough. Sure, her grades weren't the greatest. But she knew that Mr. Matthews wouldn't let her fail. Not if Riley had anything to do with it.

And she didn't want to fail. She wanted to do great things in the world. She wanted the universe to pay attention to her. Riley had her life on track. And with her help, Maya was going to get hers on track, too.

That's what Maya was thinking as she rang the buzzer to Riley's apartment. "Maya," she spoke into the intercom.

The reply came fast, as if Riley had been standing by the door, waiting for her. "Come on up," she said. Maya dashed upstairs and burst through the door, grateful to be out of the rain.

She paused in the doorway, panting. Her clothes were soaked, her blue eyes were wide, and her blonde hair clung to the back of her neck. But she greeted Riley and her family with a smile.

"What's up, losers?" she asked. She never really meant it when she called them 'losers' or 'goofballs.' The Matthews' were the farthest thing from those things. And it never seemed to bother them when she said it, so she kept doing it. It was the Maya way of showing her appreciation for them.

The family sat around tha dining room table. Mr. Matthews wasn't there. He must've already left for work. Riley turned in her chair. She patted the empty chair next to her.

"Come sit, Maya," she said. Maya obeyed, shivering. She was sopping wet, and the air-conditioning wasn't making it any better.

"Maya, oatmeal," Mrs. Matthews demanded, pushing a bowl of oatmeal into Maya's reach.

"No, thanks, MrsMatthews," Maya said. "I'm not hun-"

"Maya, sweetie, I think we've been over this. I wasn't asking." Mrs. Matthews said with a slight smirk, pushing the bowl even closer to her. Maya smiled.

"Thanks," she said gratefully, lifting a spoonful of soggy oatmeal into her mouth. She didn't care that it didn't taste very good. It still had some warmth in it, warmth that she needed to keep from freezing to death.

"Isn't it a beautiful day?" Riley asked, a dreamy look in her bright brown eyes. Maya scoffed.

"Have you looked out your window recently? It's pouring down rain!"

Riley shrugged. "So?"

"So? I'm sopping wet!"

"I still think it's a beautiful day," Riley said. Maya rolled her eyes. Riley thought any day was a beautiful day.

"I swear, Riles," she began. "There could be a tornado out there and instead of taking shelter, you're gonna be staring out of your window saying 'Isn't that swirling cloud beautiful?'"

Riley snorted. "And you'll be next to me drawing it."

Maya stuck her tongue out at her.

Riley responded by sticking her own tongue out. Maya rolled her eyes.

They finished up their breakfast silently. As she finished, Maya pulled out the smartphone that Mr. Matthews had given her. She didn't use it very often. She still wanted to prove that she was okay without being an 'unfeeling zombie,' as Mr. Matthews would call it. She literally only used it to check the time and text Riley when they weren't near each other.

"7 o'clock, Riles," she said. "Ready to go?"

Riley stood up and nodded. "Yep! C'mon!" She started walking towards the door, waving to her family. "Bye, Mom, Bye, Auggie!" she called. She picked up her backpack, throwing it on her back.

Maya smiled, picking up her own bag and following Riley. They headed out the door, ready to take on the world. . .

Which seemed to be falling down on top of them.

Rain crashed down around them, flooding the streets of NYC. Thunder roared in the distance. Both girls were soaked in a matter of seconds.

"Still think it's a beautiful day?" Maya asked dryly. The sky lit up with lightning, followed by a loud clap of thunder. Riley jumped, slightly startled. "I'm gonna take that as a no," she said before Riley could answer.

Riley shrugged, and began walking forward. Water soaked their shoes, and slid down the sidewalk, making it slippery. But luckily, neither of them fell.

Not that it would have made a difference if their butts touched the ground. They were already wet.

They walked the short walk to the subway station, heading downstairs. Maya didn't know about Riley, but she was sure glad to be out of the rain. The subway they needed came in less then two seconds after they made it quickly boarded the underground train.

Luckily, there were seats left, so the shivering girls didn't have to stand. Lucas was on the subway, so of course, Riley had to take the seat next to him.

"Lucas is here!" she said, dragging Maya over to him. Maya rolled her eyes. They were in seventh grade, but Riley still acted like a little kid sometimes. But Riley was Riley.

"Grown up voice," Maya whispered as they made their way to him.

"Lucas, hello," Riley said in her 'grown up voice.' Lucas looked up from his book, smiling at them.

"Hey, Riley, hey Maya," he said in that country accent Maya couldn't stand but Riley said was to die for. Maya didn't understand what she saw in him.

"Howdy, cowboy," she said in her fake country accent. "Do 'ya miss the hoedowns back in Texas, country boy?"

Lucas rolled his eyes. "I thought I was Ranger Roy. You really need to make up your mind on my nickname, city girl."

Maya narrowed her eyes. "Call me city girl again and I will break you."

Lucas tipped his nonexistant cowboy hat in that polite way that always annoyed Maya. "Whatever makes you happy," she paused. "City girl."

Maya shuddered. "You want me to break you?"

"If it makes you happy, ma'am."

Maya glared at him, gritting her teeth. "That's it, cowboy-"

"Maya, we're only in seventh grade. I'd prefer it if you don't go to jail for murdering somebody," Riley said, putting a hand on Maya's shoulder. Maya took a deep breath.

"Riley, you can't protect him forever. I'll get on his nerves some day, that's a promise."

"Oh, really, ma'am?" Lucas asked, his emerald green eyes narrowed and a smirk written on his face. "I'd love to see that day."

"I take that as a challenge," she said confidently.

"Challenge accepted," he tipped his imaginary cowboy hat. Maya shuddered. She looked at Riley.

"Why can't I break him now?" She hissed in her ear. Riley giggled.

"Come on, Maya. You wouldn't want to break that beautiful face, would you?" She asked with childlike innocence. Maya scoffed. "I'm serious, Maya! You're being such a bully!"

Maya froze. Bully? Me? she thought. I've never wanted to be a bully. . .

"It's just a game we play, right, Ranger Roy?" She said, sounding more confident then she actually felt. She'd never thought of herself as a bully before.

Lucas had returned to his book, but he'd listened to the whole conversation. "Maya's not a bully. She's just an annoying city girl," he said with a wink. Maya fought back a sigh of relief. "She's actually very amusing."

"Ah hah!" Maya declared, standing up. "So you admit I annoy yoooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuu!" she cried as the subway car lurched to the side, sending her flying into Lucas's lap.

"Howdy, city girl," he tipped the imaginary hat. Maya huffed.

"Howdy," she spat, jumping off to go sit in her seat. "So, where were we? Oh, yeah, I annoy you, Ranger Roy?"

"I said you were an annoying city girl. I never said that you annoy me," he smirked. Maya shuddered.

"Whatever," she mumbled.

The subway came to a stop at the station closest to the school. The trio made their way to the school, with Lucas holding his jacket over the two girls. The rain wasn't letting up. If anything, it was pounding down harder. It stung Maya's skin. Even if she was under the protection of Lucas's jacket, the rain hit the ground hard, spashing up and stinging her ankles.

They hurried up the steps of John Quincy Addams Middle School, eager to get into the shelter of the school. They burst through the doors, panting and shivering.

The hallways were crowded. People who normally hung out outside before school were clustering around the door, making it almost impossible to move around. Maya took it upon herself to make room for her friends to get through.

"Excuse me, coming through!" she yelled. Older kids gave her dirty looks but as soon as they realized who it was, quickly stepped out of the way. Maya's 'bad girl' image and 'I hate school' attitude made her very well known around school, even with the older kids. She didn't nessicarily like being so popular. She didn't want to be remembered as the girl who started the homework rebellion or the girl who set the sprinklers off while doing so.

"Hey!" an unfamiliar voice rang out. "What makes you think you have a right to walk through here like you own the place?"

Maya whipped around, readying a comeback. She froze when she saw the boy who'd yelled. He towered over her by many inches, maybe even a full foot. He was a lot taller, and most likely a lot stronger, than Maya. She certainly wouldn't stand a chance in a fight against him. But he wasn't looking at her.

No.

He had Riley by her shirt collar, glaring at her. Riley's eyes were so wide, Maya was afraid they would pop out of her head.

Maya grit her teeth. "Get away from her!" she yelled, standing on her tiptoes.

"Eh?" the boy asked, turning to Maya, but not letting go of Riley, who was now whimpering.

"Let go of her!" she yelled, rushing forward and prying Riley's shirt from the boy's fingers. Riley gave Maya a grateful smile before dashing to stand near Lucas, clinging to his arm.

The boy scoffed, watching Riley run. "Pathetic," he grumbled before looking at Maya. She tried to look more brave then she really felt. She failed miserably. "And you're even more pathetic," he added, shoving Maya back towards her friends with more strength than she was expecting. She winced.

"Riley is not pathetic," she spat, glaring at him. "And neither am I."

"I'm gonna let you slide this time," he told her."But if you or your pathetic little friends rub me the wrong way again, it ain't gonna be pretty. Got it?"

Maya huffed. "Got it.'

They continued down the hall, comforting the now jumpy Riley.

Can someone please tell me how the school system works in New York City? It must be different then Florida. Is middle school considered 7th grade through 9th grade or something? Because if I recall in one episode, Riley says " Look at that ninth grade woman," and during the pilot, Riley refers to it as a new school. And they're in seventh grade. So sixth grade must be part of elementary school, and high school must be 10th through 12th grade. Strange. . . definitely not what I'm used to.