This isn't going to be a long story. It will either be a very long one shot, or a 4-5 chapter story. Enjoy!
No POV
Maya Elizabeth Hart sat in the dimmed apartment. The lights flickered on and off as she was waiting 15 minutes for her pop tart to be warmed up in the microwave oven. It was because she didn't have enough money to pay for electricity this month...
Maya POV
The microwave oven buzzed. I walked over and took out the pop tart. Oh, excuse me for not introducing myself, my name is Maya Hart. My dad left when I was 4 and my mom left when I was 12. I got a job at a local clothing store called "Demolition." It doesn't pay much, but I do have enough money for a few bills. My friends don't know the pain I go through. I wish they all knew though. I wish Riley, Farkle, and Lucas knew.
Lucas.
Lucas Friar. My crush since I laid my eyes on him. But I knew that a guy would never ask me out, so I let Riley have him. It stung a little every time I saw him flirt with Riley. I finished my pop tart and checked the clock. It was 6:45, and I had to meet Riley at 7. I left the apartment complex I lived in and walked through Scarface Alley. They call it that because the first guy who went into this alley came out with a scarred face. It's actually pretty safe. I use it when I am going to be late. When I get to Riley's, I do the normal routine. I buzz the intercom, and they let me up. I walk inside, with a fake smile plastered across my face.
"Hey losers," I say. I walk over to the table and wait for Riley.
"Maya, breakfast," Mrs. Matthews tells me. She holds in front of me a plate of pancakes and eggs.
"No thanks, Mrs. Matthews, I already ate," I tell her, even though I'm starving. Before she can argue, Riley skips down the stairs.
"Oh good, you're here, we have to get to school early today," Riley tells me, grabbing my arm and pulling outside the door.
School has been no different. I'm still flunking everything, with the exception of art. When we get to history, Mr. Matthews is already there.
"So, what are we doing today dad?" Riley asks.
"History," he states out of the obvious. I roll my eyes and take a seat. This was going to be a looooong day.
"C'mon Maya! Camping could be fun! My dad is letting me invite Uncle Josh, Farkle and Lucas," Riley implies. I perk up. Lucas is going to be there.
"Fine, but you owe me," I tell her. She begins jumping up and down in excitement. I roll my eyes and begin to help her pack.
"I can't believe you lost the cooler! Now all we have is s'mores!" Mrs. Matthews yells in Mr. Matthews' face. He backs away in fear.
"Let's not be rash. We should spend the night here. It's getting dark," he says, avoiding the subject. Mrs. Matthews glares at him but then lets it go. We begin to set up our stuff. Once we're done, we start a fire and roast marshmallows. The silence is unbearable. Mr. Matthews pulls out a ukulele and begins to play random chords. Mrs. Matthews yanks it out of his hands.
"Anyone here who knows how to play?" She asks, holding up the instrument. I raise my hand and she gives it to me. I begin to strum.
Here I am again, the same old situation
Why does the guy thing have to be so complicated?
I should have played it cool, instead I made a fool
Oh, the things I do
'Cause I'm young and I'm dumb
I do stupid things when it comes to love
And even if I always end up crying
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
No, you can't blame a girl for trying
I should've shut my mouth, I could've kept it quiet
I might have freaked him out 'cause I was so excited
But I just couldn't wait, I took a leap of faith
Oh, the things I say
'Cause I'm young and I'm dumb
I do stupid things when it comes to love
And even if I always end up crying
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
No, you can't blame a girl for trying
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
No
And I think sometimes I tend to be my own worst enemy
And maybe someday I'm gonna catch a shooting star falling out of the blue
Doing what I do
And just as I'm giving up, my heart is palpitating
Here comes another one and it's so intoxicating
And being where I've been I know that in the end
I'll do it all again
'Cause I'm young and I'm dumb
I do stupid things when it comes to love
And even if I always end up crying
Well, love will find me, there ain't no denying
Well, you can't blame a girl for trying
Oh, oh
Oh, oh
No, you can't blame a girl for trying
Oooh
Everyone applauded me. I smiled. They liked it, they actually liked it. For once, I felt as if someone liked me.
Sorry if it wasn't what you expected, but I just had to make this! Bye!