To those of you that are celebrating Thanksgiving tomorrow (myself included) Happy early Thanksgiving to you! I'm thankful to everybody who has followed, favorited, reviewed, and read my story so far. This chapter was probably my favorite one to write so far because Riley and Maya start going to school and meet some of the Boy Meets World characters. Leave me ideas in the review section for what you want to happen in this story. I have an idea of where I want to go with this story but I want to hear what you guys think. I want to give a shout out to those who reviewed my last chapter: TeamEdwardUntilldie, laughyourheadoff, demi-wolf3T, fictionlover94, HP Marvel, Broadwaygirl21, Glee Club Rock 1251, and livelearnlovesing. I hope I'm not missing anyone. So I went back and edited my first three chapters because of some advice I got. There won't be any recaps or promos. Most of my important edits are from chapters 2 and 3. I love the support, keep it up!

Let's get on with it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Boy Meets World, or its spin-off series Girl Meets World.

Maya's Point of View

Wednesday, September 15th, 1993, Philadelphia

Past time, 7:00 A.M

Two days had past by since Riley and I discovered we were in the year 1993, and we got accepted into Jefferson Elementary. Today would be our first day of school. Nurse Millar assured us that we wouldn't be too behind in our subjects, but we should pay extra attention to the teacher anyway. Obviously, they made us take some tests to see if we would qualify for the sixth grade. We both passed. It was pretty easy considering I had already somewhat learned the material the previous year when I actually was in the sixth grade. I couldn't believe it. I was actually looking forward to going to school because everything would be like a review of what I had forgotten. I'd be lying if I said I was not nervous about seeing Riley's parents and Shawn as kids like we were. I couldn't imagine the way Riley was feeling. They were her parents after all. She could blow our cover for sure. I kept telling her to stick to our story and what we told the orphanage people just in case they asked any questions.

"We have no parents. We are not related but we grew up together. We've been homeless for a few months now and that is why we are staying at the Needy Kid's Orphanage. We haven't been to school since our parents died and do not have any known relatives. Got it? This is important Riley." I was going over this with her in the small bedroom that the orphanage people gave us. At least we had some privacy to talk

Riley looked as if she was taking mental notes, but she still seemed distracted. "Got it. I just can't believe we are doing this." She was frantically organizing her backpack. I put my hand on her shoulder to show comfort.

"Relax. You trust me, right? It's not like we're doing anything wrong-"

Riley gave me a look.

"But we are orphans!" I said trying to defend myself.

"Our phones are gone, we can't even call anybody for help!" Riley began to breathe rapidly.

"Calm done. Someone might hear you." I said in a low whisper grabbing Riley's shoulders. "We'll get through this."

"What's in your backpack, anyway?" She said pointing to my opened backpack. I took out Shawn's black photo album and showed it to Riley. She gasped. "Where did you get that?"

"Shawn told me to hold on to it before we got transported."

"Oh! So the photo album follows us but not our cell phones?"

"Riley, our cell phones did not exist yet, but when I saw that I still had this, it made me realize that we were brought here for a reason. I've scanned a few pages. All of these pictures are of your parents and Shawn when they were in high school and college. This album keeps us up-to-date with what is happening with your parents. There's even a date for every picture, look." I flipped to the first page. There was a picture of young Cory and Shawn soaked with other little kids, holding water guns. They just finished having a water fight. September 8th, 1993 was written on the back of the photo. "This happened last week!"

"I still think this is a bad idea." Riley said not looking convinced at all. I sighed in frustration as we walked outside of our bedroom, closing the door behind us. This was going to be a long day.

We were given new clothes to wear. But it wasn't the same style or fashion like we wore in the year 2015; everything was different in order for us to blend in. Instead of wearing colorful dresses with heals and shorts with nylons like we used to wear before, the trends were different in the 90s, especially for six graders. They were a lot more causal, which is not what we were used to. I had on a simple light blue t-shirt, blue jeans and sneakers. Riley was almost dressed the same as me except she had on a pink t-shirt, light blue jeans with black flip-flops. It was all the orphanage could afford really. It was really not our best look. We couldn't even style our hair. The orphanage claimed it was a "luxury" to have a curling iron.

We arrived at the bus stop just as the yellow school bus passed by and stopped right in front of us. Riley gave me a terrified expression as both doors of the school bus opened. I rolled my eyes.

"Go." I said pushing her up the stairs. "Stay cool." I whispered in her ear. The bus was packed with screaming little kids. Once we got on, all eyes were on us. I pushed Riley all the way to the back before she could say anything to screw this up and we sat in the first seat that was empty. "I'm glad that's over." I sighed looking over at Riley. "You doing better now?" She nodded slowly.

"I think so. As long as we don't bump into anybody we know yet, I think I'll be okay." Just then, the bus stopped and in came young Cory and Shawn wearing these overly-sized sweaters that did not match anything else they were wearing. "Oh. My. God." Riley's eyes widened. I prayed that their favorite seat wasn't the back, but I was wrong again and they sat right beside us on the other side of the bus! Riley tried to look casual by staring out the window, but I knew she was screaming inside, just as much as I was too.

Looking at a picture of something is not the same compared to seeing it in real life. That's what I realized then. Cory and Shawn looked a lot smaller, a lot younger, and were a lot louder than in the pictures I had seen of them. I kept staring at them, particularly at Shawn because he was the one that looked most different. He looked younger without his beard and did not look like a writer at all. He looked like any normal six grader and it felt weird to be looking at the person who almost adopted me, as the same age as me. I think after a while of me staring at Shawn, he realized I was staring at him, because he turned his head from talking to Cory, and looked at me for a second. I immediately turned away and stared at the ground. Wow, that was embarrassing.

When the bus arrived to the school, we waited till Cory and Shawn got off of the bus before we moved an inch. We walked inside the school and thankfully we were able to find the principal's office with no trouble.

"I'll do the talking. Riley, just nod your head every time I say something." Riley nodded her head. I was a much better liar than she was.

The secretary told us to wait in the principal's office for a few minutes because apparently the principal was still in a meeting. After a while we heard the door open behind us, and there walked in a tall man holding a cup of coffee in his left hand.

"Hello, I'm your principal Mr. Reese." He introduced himself. We stood up as he walked toward us and shook our hands. He was wearing a suit and a tie. I could tell just by what he was wearing and the way he talked we weren't going to get along very well.

"I'm Maya Hart," I began, pointing to myself. "and this is my best friend, Riley Matthews. We come from the Needy Kid's Orphanage." He nodded his head as he sat down behind his desk.

"Yes, we've been expecting you. Welcome to Jefferson Elementary. If you need anything, my door is always opened." He flashed us a smile. "Now, here are your schedules and locker combinations," he said handing us a piece of paper to each one of us. "I hope neither of you will cause any trouble." He narrowed his eyes at Riley. I stepped in.

"Don't worry sir. Riley's a good kid. It's me you'll have to watch out for." I said pointing my thumb at myself. That was usually how I started every year of school. If there was a new teacher or principal, I always warned them about my rebellious and troublemaker side before they expected anything else from me.

"Maya." Riley warned. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder.

"See? She's a good kid. Later sir." I saluted him with a wide smirk on my face as we both walked out of his office. Riley pushed herself off of me.

"Maya! You're going to give us detention on the first day of school if you don't stop mouthing off to the authority!" I raised an eyebrow.

"You don't have to yell. Besides, I was just playing with him. He should expect that from new kids." I looked down at my schedule. Oh no.

"Who do we have Maya? I'm scared to look." Riley said closing her eyes very tightly.

"You want me to say it? It's Mr. Feeny." I already expected her to panic. Strangely she didn't. She smiled wide.

"I'm okay. This doesn't affect me at all. Let's go." She said grabbing my arm as we raced to class. When we got to the classroom door, Riley stopped and stood there, frozen. "Okay, I know I said I was alright, but frankly, I think I'm going to faint." I held out my arms.

"For the last time, calm down. Let's do this." I said in a forced confident voice. We walked into the classroom and there he was. The legendary Mr. Feeny sitting behind his desk reading a book. The classroom was empty. School didn't start yet. I walked up to him. "Hi, my name is Maya Hart. This is my best friend, Riley Matthews and we are your new students." He looked up at us and took off his reading glasses.

"Riley Matthews? You aren't in any way related to Cory Matthews, are you?" He answered in a British accent. I could see he had a worried look on his face. Riley shook her head immediately and chuckled nervously.

"N-no sir. There's a kid in your class named Cory Matthews? What a coincidence! But n-no. No relation sir." I rolled my eyes at Riley. Why did she have to babble when she got nervous? Mr. Feeny raised an eyebrow.

"Are you alright, Miss Matthews?" Riley nodded her head.

"Yes I am. Um, where do we sit?" Mr. Feeny thought about it for a moment, looking intently at the empty seats in front of him.

"Why don't you both sit in the second row? One can sit behind the other." Each row had three seats. I walked up to the back end of the row Mr. Feeny pointed at and sat down in the seat. Riley sat down in the middle seat of same the row. Suddenly the bell rang and kids started coming in like wild animals. Young Topanga walked in with young Minkus looking at Topanga with a dreamy stare. I turned to look at Riley. She was taking deep breaths and she kept her eyes closed. Minkus sat in front of Riley as Topanga sat in the next row beside Minkus at the front. Topanga was wearing a white long dress and she had her long hair in braids. She looked like an earth child! And other than with the glasses on, Minkus immediately reminded me of Farkle. He was his father after all.

"Settle down children." Mr. Feeny called over everybody as he got up from his chair. He moved himself to the front of the class and leaned over his desk. Shawn and Cory were the last two kids to walk into the class.

"Ah, Mr. Matthews, Mr. Hunter, what a pleasure for you to be joining us today." Mr. Feeny said sarcastically.

"Ditto." Cory responded. I chuckled out loud. Mr. Feeny instantly saw me.

"I hope that doesn't happen too often Miss Hart. Class," Mr. Feeny announced. "We have two news students that will be joining us starting today. Riley Matthews and Maya Hart." He said reading off our names in the attendance sheet. Shawn turned to look at me. It was then that I realized that Shawn Hunter was sitting next to me at the back of the classroom, and Cory was sitting next to Riley! Please don't recognize me! I prayed.

"Hey, didn't I see you on the bus this morning?"

"Quiet down, Mr. Hunter. You can mingle with the new students after class, not during my time." The classroom laughed. "Today, we will continue with the remaining reports we could not finish yesterday."

I basically zoned out most of the reports. I thought sixth grade would be a lot easier than it really was. I did learn something today though, Mr. Feeny was a really tough teacher.

"Next group." Mr. Feeny called out after a very impressive report was given. Shawn and Cory got up from their seats, slapped hands with each other and went to the black board. This should be good, I thought to myself. Shawn pulled out the classroom map down.

"How air pollution affects our every day life." Cory began.

"Excellent topic." Mr. Feeny commented. Cory and Shawn simultaneously pulled out pointing sticks from their sleeves.

"Denver," Shawn began slapping his pointing stick randomly on the map. Mr. Feeny reached out and moved his pointing stick to where Denver was supposed to be. "high atop the majestic Rocky Mountains. Elevation-5,000 feet."

"Philadelphia," Cory also slapped his pointing stick randomly on the map and Mr. Feeny moved his stick to where Philadelphia was supposed to be. I could hear Riley giggling in her seat. "lying low in the Delaware basin."

"Well researched." Mr. Feeny sounded impressed.

"Denver," Shawn slapped his pointing stick randomly on the map again. Mr. Feeny didn't even bother this time. "Clean crisp mountain air."

"Philadelphia," Cory said, again, also doing the same. "Polluted industrial smog."

"Mile High Stadium, home of the Colorado Rockies." Shawn said.

"Veterans Stadium, home of the Philadelphia Phillies." Cory said.

"Oh, here we go." Mr. Feeny said turning himself to face the classroom. Shawn and Cory leaned their hands on opposite sides of Mr. Feeny's desk and started ranting on about baseball and how that ties in with air pollution. It reminded me of something I would do in Mr. Matthews class when I wasn't prepared.

"So, how'd you like our report?" Cory asked Mr. Feeny once they were finished.

"Stinks."

"Stinks!" Cory yelled at Shawn. "How'd you like my half?"

"Relax, Mr. Matthews. I blame myself."

"You do? Cool." Cory shrugged his shoulders happily and high-fived Shawn as they went to take their seats. I had to laugh a little at that. I could get used to this Cory. Mr. Feeny eyed me again as he stood up. It didn't really matter to me because now he would have three slackers in his class.

"Yes. I let you choose your own partner. An astounding lapse of judgment for someone of my experience. I'm going to let you try again but this time I'll choose the teams." He looked around the class for a moment, then his eyes fell on me. "Actually Mr. Hunter, I am going to put you in a group three of people. In this case Mr. Hunter, you'll work with Miss Hart," And then he looked at Minkus. "and Mr. Minkus." I wish I could have objected, but then that would have looked suspicious. I wasn't supposed to know Shawn yet.

Both Shawn and Minkus slapped one hand on their foreheads at the same time and said, "oh, no." I remembered the present Shawn telling me once he did not get along well with Farkle's dad when they went to school together. This was going to very interesting. Mr. Feeny turned to Cory.

"And Mr. Matthews. The same goes for you too. You'll work with Miss Matthews and Miss Lawrence."

"Topanga? And the new girl? You're making me work with two girls?" It was pretty evident Cory wasn't into girls yet. Topanga slowly turned her body to face Cory and Riley.

"Give me your hands." She commanded in a slow tone.

"Why?" Cory asked with a puzzled look.

"I want to see if our energies converge." Topanga responded. Riley reluctantly gave up her hand first and then Cory did too.

"Ooh." I could hear Shawn tease beside me as Topanga rubbed with the tip of her fingers against the palm of Riley's and Cory's hand.

"They're vibrationally acceptable." Topanga said turning herself to face Mr. Feeny with a satisfied smile on her face. How did Cory marry Topanga if it seems like he hated her?

"Are you alright with this arrangement, Miss Matthews?" Mr. Feeny asked looking at the poor, scared looking Riley. Riley quickly glanced over at Cory and Topanga and then turned to Mr. Feeny.

"Do I really have a choice?" She answered in almost a whisper. Mr. Feeny shook his head.

"No."

Author's Note: I was thinking about doing something special for you guys because I have the day off school on Monday because of Thanksgiving, but something came up and I decided to take it slow. I'm usually pretty busy so I will stick to updating once a week. It's realistic for me. If you haven't caught to what's happening in the story yet, I'm starting off with "Cory's Alternative Friends" because it's Topanga's first appearance. Riley and Maya will certainly affect what happens in this episode. By the way, I saw Girl Meets the Forgotten and it is now my favorite episode so far! Till next week!

Quote of the week:

"A best friend is part of who you are. And if she's not accepting your best friend, then she's really not accepting you." -Topanga Lawrence

-Mimi1239