Disclaimer: I do not own Girl Meets World or any of the characters.
Riley Matthews woke up with a smile on her face.
Today was going to be a perfect day, she just knew it.
She went to her closet and picked out her favorite combat shoes, a long flowery skirt, a top with a smiley face and a yellow cardigan which resembled happiness.
'Yay,' she thought as she skipped downstairs where her mother, father, and brother, Auggie, were sitting at the table, eating spoonfuls of cereal and crispy toast.
"Hello there, mother." Riley smiled at her mother, Topanga, who glanced at her joyful expression.
"Hi sweetie, could you wash the dishes when you get back from school?" Topanga, the mother of two who was always late to work, asked politely. Riley nodded causing her father, Cory, to gawk at her.
She ignored him, as always and quietly finished her breakfast. She watched her brother, Auggie, blab on about Ava.
Topanga and Cory kissed and Riley had to force herself to look away. Recently it seemed as if everyone had an other half... or was that just all in her mind? Riley felt left out, isolated, and it never seemed that way before.
She forced a smile at her parents as got up, grabbed her backpack and slammed the door behind her.
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"Riley, RILEY! Wait up will you," Riley's gorgeous petite friend, Maya, huffed as she struggled to keep up with her.
Riley rolled her eyes. Maya had been late, again. She waited for hours at the train station but when Maya never showed up, Riley assumed she had gone down to Topanga's, her mother's workplace, or perhaps Maya had been caught up with Shaun.
"Look, I am sorry. I was a bit busy."
"Is everything alright?" Riley softened at Maya's apology. She knew Maya had been feeling down about her family issues and the fact that she struggled with her artwork.
"Yep, everything is perfect. I just caught up with Missy, that's all."
Missy? Riley flinched as if Maya had hit her hard. Riley felt as if she did hit her hard.
Missy Bradford was a girl who thought she was more popular, more better than everyone else in her school; a well-known fact that the gang despised Missy, for obvious reasons. Except Maya knew that Riley might have been feeling that way due to a certain Texas boy.
"Missy? Oh no. What did she do? Did she hurt you? Tell me everything," Riley said, her fists clenched.
"Actually she was pretty nice to me. She just came up to me and started talking to me about art class. Maybe Missy's turned over a new leaf," Maya stated, shrugging her shoulders.
Or maybe not. Riley sensed that Missy had a plan, something manipulative and evil. Her happy day was ruined.
