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I shut my eyes tight, waiting for the worst. This is where things change...

Riley's Point of View

Wednesday, May 31st, 1995, Philadelphia

Past time, 8:10 A.M

Today just so happened to be Career Day. The only day where the parents of the students had the opportunity to come in just to tell stories of their kids and embarrass the heck out of them. Well okay, that wasn't all that Career Day was about. It also had its upsides. What were they? Well, we got to see what we would look like in about twenty years, which was never usually a pretty sight.

"Mr. Feeny, are you going to participate in Career Day? Since you're our foster parent and all," I asked Mr. Feeny as he drove us to school on Career Day.

"Yes, Miss Matthews, it would be a pleasure for me to go into your English classroom and tell all your classmates about the importance of my job as principal of the school and what I do."

"But don't you already do that in History?" Maya asked, secretly mocking Mr. Feeny. I turned to glare at her until I heard Mr. Feeny's response.

"Yes, but not in English," he answered wittily.

Maya groaned.

We walked into homeroom and took our seats. Mr. Feeny stood alongside the other parents of the students who volunteered to come in to talk about their jobs up at the side window of the classroom. Most of the parents seemed calm and confident in their demeanor, but looking at Mr. Matthews told me a different story. He showed a nervous and panicky look on his face that screamed 'I don't want to be here!'.

"Today we find out I'm not a basketball player's son," Cory declared to us sadly. "My dad is a grocer. I'm a grocer's son. I'm a son of a grocer."

I made a 'pssh' sound. "Come on Cory, it's not that bad and your dad will do great," I said reassuringly, although not even I believed the words that were coming out of my mouth. The more I looked at my grandfather 'Mr. Matthews' and his sweaty forehead, the less confident and sincere I felt.

Maya nodded, agreeing with me. "Yeah, and it's not like you have the principal of the school as your representative," she pointed out sulkily, regretting the fact that she got out of bed this morning.

Cory shrugged. "Eh, that's nothing! At least Mr. Feeny doesn't have to clean up any spills on aisle four."

Shawn quirked his brow. "But isn't he the manager? Shouldn't someone else be in charge of spills?"

"Yeah, but Eric always makes big messes whenever he's trying to impress a girl by showing her the 'meat' section and my dad doesn't want him to get fired so he cleans up his messes for him."

I smiled brightly. "Why are you so embarrassed? He's your dad, he loves you and all he wants is what's best for you." My smile slowly faded as I realized how hypocritical I was being. All my dad wanted was what was best for me, so why did I push him away? How could I have been such a horrible person back then?

Maya saw the expression on my face, not needing to ask me why I looked so sad because she knew why. She put her arm around me in a comforting way, Cory and Shawn took no notice into what we were doing as they were still preoccupied with Cory's problem.

Mr. Matthews came up to us moments later, seemingly excited yet nervous at the same time. Oh boy.

"Hey guys, umm... Guess how many different kinds of rice we have?"

I looked at everybody's faces and saw that Cory's face had turned tomato red. "Oh, no," Cory sighed.

"Come on, Shawn, guess," Mr. Matthews nudged Shawn encouragingly.

Maya smirked, going up to Mr. Matthews and patted him on the shoulder. "Yeah Shawn, guess how many different kinds of rice this man has."

Shawn glared at Maya before answering hesitantly. "Ten?"

Mr. Matthews chuckled like Shawn had said a really funny joke. "Ten, counting the short grains. Throw them in, forget about it!" The three of us pretended to laugh while Cory just looked away in embarrassment.

Once Mr. Matthews left, we all seized our fake laughs. Shawn turned to Cory. "Cory?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm glad I'm not you."

I patted Cory's shoulder comfortingly. "Hang in there bud," I said before I went to sit at my seat while the trio remained talking. I turned my attention to the cute boy who sat in front of me. My boyfriend Ricky.

"Hey, did you invite anybody to Career Day?" I asked, unable to stop myself from blurting that out. It wasn't that I wasn't comfortable talking Ricky, but I'd never asked him about his parents and what happened to them. Would he be the only kid in the class that didn't bring an adult to Career Day? My face turned red. "Uh, should I have asked that?"

No, really. Should I?

Ricky smiled genuinely at me. "Riley, it's okay, and yes, I did. Nurse Millar should be here any minute now. She had to drop off the kids at their school so she's running a bit late."

Nurse Millar? Great...

I forced a smile. "Oh, that's great. Can't wait to see her. Could you just give me a minute?"

Ricky nodded and turned back around to face the front.

I spun around in my chair to see that Maya was still talking to Cory and Shawn. I ran up behind her and desperately whispered in her ear, "Maya, bay window. Bay window in ten seconds!"

Maya groaned lazily. "Right now? Is it really that important? I'm talking to the boys here-" her sentence was cut off when I grabbed her arm and dragged her out the classroom door. The whole class had probably stared at us weirdly, but in that moment nothing mattered to me more than telling Maya about this important information.

I sat her down on the bench. "I'm sorry I had to do that, Maya, but something just happened."

She looked up at me incredulously. "What happened Crazy?" she asked me jokingly, at first not believing that I was being serious. When she saw I wasn't kidding, her eyes widened. "Riley, you're scaring me, tell me what happened."

I sat down next to her and put my shaky hand on her shoulder. "You have no idea. Something's changing, I can feel it. Ricky just told me Nurse Millar will be here soon."

"What? Why?"

"For Career Day!" I sighed. "Do you regret that we told her everything about us?"

Maya shrugged. "Well, we had to. She already knew who we were. We didn't have a choice."

"Do you think she'll do anything crazy?"

"Oh, if she's Crazy Hat, I know she will. Just don't let her smell your fear."

I lifted up my arms to smell my under arms. "She can tell?" I asked baffled.

"No I don't mean- oh what the heck," Maya said, giving up. "Just don't let her sense that we have anything to hide or she'll find out before we even do."

I twitched my nose. "How does that even make sense?"

Maya smirked. "Beats me chump. We're the time-travelers here."

I took a deep breath before we headed back into the classroom. Already Mr. Turner was starting the introduction.

"First of all, I would like to say thank you to the parents for being here. After they speak, you guys should have a better idea of what kind of vocations interest you."

I hurried into my seat as Shawn raised his hand and was about to say a witty comment. Mr. Turner fired back before Shawn could say it. I was hoping that he wouldn't notice Maya and I interrupting by just walking in while he spoke, but considering the fact that Nurse Millar, of all the people that worked at the orphanage, would arrive here soon, we knew that luck was just not on our side today.

"Miss Hart and Miss Matthews, glad you could join us, as usual," Mr. Turner spoke with a hint of sarcasm. But knowing Maya my whole life, I knew she would not just take that from him.

Maya smirked. "Whelp, that's what we're here for sir. Always here to help, but we had some uh, women issues."

I turned around to glare at the fact of how open she was being, not just with our classmates now, but with the parents!

Mr. Turner cleared his throat. It was evident by his facial expression how uncomfortable Maya had just made him. "Okay, moving on. Our first speaker is Topanga's father, Jedediah Lawrence." We all clapped automatically.

"Thank you, Mr. Turner," a tall, man with round glasses stepped up to the front of the classroom. I raised my eyebrow curiously as it hit me who it was. "I think I should begin by telling everybody what I do; I'm a luthier." Mr. Lawrence pulled out a guitar from its instrument case, except this guitar was separate in its pieces, and therefore, not entirely finished.

"And I'm a Presbyterian, but to each his own, I say," Shawn responded back wittily, finally getting his moment in the spotlight.

Maya tapped me gently on the shoulder and whispered, "so that's your grandfather?" I nodded. "What ever happened to him?"

I shrugged simply, remembering what my mom had told me about my grandparents. "Mom said he and grandma Chloe got a divorce when she was in college," I whispered back. "After that she never really spoke to him."

"So you're saying you never got to meet him?"

I nodded once more. Maya gave me a surprised look. "Why do you look so shocked?"

"I just... thought you knew everybody in your family. That you all saw each other all the time..."

I shook my head and turned back to see my grandfather picking up his now pieced guitar and started playing it for the entire class. The look of enjoyment on his face made me grin sadly. I never got to meet my grandfather, and now that I did, I couldn't tell him who I was. And who knew musicians run through my family?

After he finished his presentation, Topanga ran up to hug her father. She didn't care about what everybody else thought of her. Why wasn't I able to be proud of my own dad when he would teach my class back in our time? I wasn't like Topanga at all, so I decided to stand up and go over to the father and daughter having their special moment.

"Hi," I waved awkwardly. "My name is Riley Matthews. I am... Topanga's friend."

My grandfather extended his hand to shake mine. "Well it's very nice to meet you Riley. Topanga has told us a lot about you."

"She has?" I perked up, meeting Topanga's lightly dancing eyes.

"Yes, of course I have!" Topanga said, putting her arm around me. "Daddy, Riley's a really great friend."

I smiled brightly too. How could Topanga end up not wanting to speak to her father in six years?

Mr. Feeny was next up. Maya kept her head down all through Mr. Feeny's presentation. Not surprising as she often did that whenever Mr. Feeny taught in History, it would just be like one of his regular classes.

"Hello everyone. I would like to thank you all for inviting me to Career Day. I am here on behalf of Miss Matthews and Miss Hart. I will be sharing my experience as a teacher and what my experience thus far has been as your school principal. Where shall I begin?" Mr. Feeny questioned, more to himself than anything, but Maya still decided to disrupt everything.

"Start from the end," she mumbled between her arms. A shock feeling went through my entire body when she said that. This was going to be a long presentation...

Most of the class had fallen asleep once Mr. Feeny was finished with his presentation. Including some of the parents. After a few more presentations, it was time. Cory's dad. Oh boy.

I could go into detail of how things went with Cory's dad and his presentation, but I think I would only be making things worse by bringing it up after it already happened. Cory wasn't kidding, he really was the son of a grocer.

"Our next parent is-" Mr. Turner was interrupted by a figure at the door. We all turned around to see Nurse Millar standing at the door, wearing her nurse uniform and looking as though she had just finished running a marathon.

"My apologizes for being late, Mr. Turner," Nurse Millar said, slightly gasping for air. She made her way to the front of the classroom. My breath hitched. I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I slightly whimpered. Believing it had to do with seeing Nurse Millar again, I shrugged it off. "You know how kids can be, they never want to go to school."

Mr. Turner looked down in embarrassment. "Actually I don't know about kids yet, but thanks for sharing. Would you like me to get you a glass of water?"

Nurse Millar ignored Mr. Turner's question. "What? Really? A handsome fella like you and no wife? Not even a girlfriend?"

"Well, he does like Miss Tompkins..." Shawn spoke, smirking at Mr. Turner.

"Shawn, there's no need to talk about my personal life in front of the class... Are you sure you wouldn't like a glass of water, Nurse Millar?"

"Don't worry sugar, I'm covered," Nurse Millar said, pulling out a liter bottle of water and winked at Mr. Turner. "I don't usually go for men like you, but I do have a boyfriend."

Mr. Turner cleared his throat uncomfortably for the second time that day.

I turned to Maya and laughed nervously. "Well, she's turning into Evelyn Rand every time we see her."

Maya nodded, gritting her teeth nervously. "Yeah well, that's what time does for ya."

"Ricky sweetie, would you mind holding my purse for me so that I can get started?" Nurse Millar asked, plopping her big purse on top of my boyfriend's desk.

Ricky nodded, smiling widely. "No problem, thanks for making it."

"Anything for you Ricky," Nurse Millar smiled genuinely, softly pinching Ricky's cheek with her fingers. "Now you see," she said, turning to face the class. "I am very fond of my children. I take pride in what I do. I am the head nurse at the orphanage and I love my job. I love my kids, and I protect them with my life," Nurse Millar said, staring directly at Maya and I. I avoided eye contact as much as possible, but it was hard not to for she was staring intensely at us.

Shawn's voice behind me woke me up from my trance.

"Maya, you're not breathing," I heard him whisper softly. I turned around to see him nudge Maya in the ribs.

Maya jumped. "Sorry!" she squeaked, out of breath. Then she realized what Shawn had done and turned to glare at him. "Touch me like that again and you'll live to regret it."

Oh geeze...

Nurse Millar's presentation wasn't at all what I was expecting. Okay maybe it was. I didn't like her being in our class. It was weird and awkward. How could she just waltz into the classroom like everything was okay? We had given her an entire year to figure out how to get us back to our time. We had trusted her with our lives at stake, and not once had she thought of coming over to inform us of some findings? The time we came to visit her was a disaster. Maya and I almost broke up!

"That was an interesting presentation Nurse Millar," Mr. Turner said after she had finished, seemingly a little scared by her openness and bluntness.

"Thank you sugar," Nurse Millar spoke, winking at Mr. Turner again and moving herself to the window ledge.

"Uh, alright," Mr. Turner announced. "That should have been our last presentation. I'd like to thank all of the parents for coming-"

Chet Hunter walked into the classroom. "Sorry I'm late. Uh, actually, I was out in the hall having a smoke. Don't endorse it, don't deny it."

Shawn stood up hesitantly. "Dad! You're back! I mean... I thought you were gonna be outta town?" Shawn quickly covered up his slip-up. What did he mean he's back? Hasn't Mr. Hunter always been around?

"Oh, if anybody asks, I am," his father mumbled to him jokingly. Chet walked up to the front of the class and shook hands with Mr. Turner. "Hi, Teach. Chet Hunter."

Mr. Turner moved aside to give Chet some room to talk. "Okay, everyone, let's welcome Shawn's father, Chet Hunter."

The class clapped for Shawn's father. Behind me I could hear Cory ask Shawn what his father did, Shawn responded back that he wanted to find out to.

In a nutshell, Mr. Hunter's presentation was probably one of the more interesting ones. Like Topanga's father, Mr. Hunter was able to keep everybody interested because of all the cool stuff he talked about. He claimed of inventing CNN, 'Chet's News Network' and he even went so far as to dare say he invented the microwave. Never realized how colorful Shawn's family really was...

Lunch, finally. Career Day seemed like it would never end, but when it did, I was glad. We heard twenty parents talk about their occupations. It had been a lot to take in for just one morning. Was it overwhelming to hear all of these adults talk about how they came into their own? Of course!

"Remember that world series game where the first baseman let that easy ground ball go under his legs, and his team lost and he was humiliated in front of the entire world?" Cory asked Shawn as we all sat to eat our lunches in the cafeteria. Baseball talk, how fascinating...

"Yeah?" Shawn answered, picking at his meatloaf.

"I envy his son," Cory sulked.

I smiled encouragingly. "Come on Cory, your dad did great! Everybody loved that cantaloupe bit. Right Maya?" I asked, trying to be enthusiastic for Cory's sake.

Maya shook her head, clearly not in the mood to help. "Don't get me into this mess."

Cory turned to Shawn. "Your dad, he was awesome. Everyone loved him and he told great stories."

Shawn looked down at his meatloaf with a frown on his face. "Yeah, stories, it's all he has. Why do you think we live in a trailer park?"

Mr. Hunter entered the cafeteria and snuck up behind his boy. "Hey, Shawnie! Shawn's friends. Miss Maya Hart," he said. Miss Maya Hart? How much has he seen Maya to call her that? "I need to tell ya something Shawnie, and I'm not certain you're gonna like it."

"Dad, what's going on?" Shawn asked, getting up from his chair worriedly. "Did you find Mom? Is she okay?"

"Uh, yeah I did. In fact, she came back with me this morning before I came here. She uh, wanted to know how you were doing. I left her alone in the trailer park so that I could come to yer Career Day. I just came back from the trailer park and she's uh..."

"What, Dad? What happened? Tell me, please," Shawn pleaded his father, growing worried with each passing second that his father refused to tell him what had happened.

I shut my eyes tight, waiting for the worst. This is where things change.

"Your mother, she uh, took off. This time she took the house," Mr. Hunter paused awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. "See, that's the problem with having a mobile home. It's uh... uh, you can move it."

"Maybe she went to get it washed," I suggested, trying to bring some possibility into the situation.

Mr. Hunter looked at me and smirked. "So this is Riley, huh? The optimistic one."

"Yeah, we're still workin' on her, sir," Maya joked, patting my back.

I waved brightly.

Mr. Hunter shrugged. "Nah, I like optimistic people. They bring ya something rare."

"What's that, sir?" Cory asked curiously.

"Hope."

I went to the bathroom after fourth period. My stomach had been bothering me all day. Once I was in the stalls, I pulled down my underwear and was horrified by what I saw. A mixture of a reddish-browish color in my underwear. I knew enough to identify what it was. Blood. My period. The change. I screamed.

Thankfully, it was Maya who had heard me from outside and rushed inside the bathroom to my rescue.

"Riley, what happened? Did you find another cockroach on the toilet seat again?"

I was too occupied in my trauma episode to even do so much as to roll my eyes at Maya's comment.

"My- my- my t-thing..." was all I could say.

"Your thing? What thing?"

"M-my period..." I whispered.

"Huh?"

"I got my period!" I yelled, louder than I had wanted to.

All I heard after that was Maya's laughter. "Ha, that's it? Riley, congrats, you're finally a woman."

I glared daggers at her from my side of the stall. "Why is that something to be happy about? I'm bleeding! I'm dying!" I said over-exaggerating. I hung on to the walls of the stalls, feeling a bit claustrophobic in my current state.

"Riley, just wait there and I'll go get you a pad from my locker. Calm down or you'll just make your stress level go up. And that's not a good thing to do while you're on your period."

I waited impatiently for Maya to come back. Why did this have to happen to me? Does every girl go through this at some point in their life?

Maya coached me on how to put on a pad from her side of the stall. I felt like I made it into some sort of origami work the first few tries, but in the end I finally learned how to put the pad in my underwear. How can Maya do this every month?

The next day after we came home from school, Maya and I went straight to our room. She promised to show me where she kept her stash of pads so that I could use them whenever I needed to change myself. Maya dug into our underwear drawer, tossing the photo album onto her bed.

After Maya explained her expertise, she finished off with saying, "if you need more pads, we can go buy some more after school one day. You feeling better, chump?"

I shrugged. "Not as good as I did when I wasn't a woman," I responded honestly.

"Eh, you get used to it," she smirked.

Maya and I went downstairs to the kitchen to get dinner started.

"I wonder what's taking Mr. Feeny so long at school? He's usually here by now," I wondered, organizing the table for three people. Maya pointed behind me and I turned around to look outside our kitchen window. Mr. Feeny, Mr. Turner and Mr. Matthews stood next to the picket fence. Maya and I exchanged looks. "What could they be talking about?"

"I dunno, but it doesn't seem to be very good. Maybe we should go over there and see?"

Normally I wouldn't agree to eavesdropping, but the curiosity was getting the better of me. Maybe that was also part of becoming a 'woman'.

I was about to say yes when I remembered something. "Wait, how are we supposed to get passed Mr. Feeny? He wouldn't just let us go over there uninvited."

Maya smirked daringly. "Follow me."

"Let's go!" Maya said, urging me through our bedroom window. I managed to climb down Mr. Feeny's old tree and settle myself on his backyard. Maya followed behind me, she was capable of climbing down the tree way fast than I did because of her upper body strength. I had the upper body strength of a marshmallow...

"Why did I agree to this again?" I asked worriedly, afraid that after the adults had evacuated the backyard, someone would come back outside and find us trying to sneak up to Cory's window.

"Because ya love me," Maya said, attempting to be sweet. "Now let's do this or your whining because I made you climb down the tree was all for nothing."

Maya pushed me up to climb Cory's window. I held on to the ledge of the window for dear life, losing my balance before falling into Cory's room and yelped. I looked up to see Cory sitting on his chair and Shawn sitting on Cory's bed as they tossed a yellow ball back and forth to each other.

Once I hit the ground, Cory turned to see me lying on his floor, and since he was distracted by me, Shawn threw the ball and it ended up hitting me in the head.

"Ow!" I yelped again. I took the ball and threw it back at Shawn. "I think you're looking for this."

"Sorry," Shawn apologized sheepishly. "What's up Riley?"

"We just came to see if you were alright."

"Who's we?" Cory asked, and as if on cue, Maya came through the window. "Sup losers," she greeted, and Shawn accidentally threw the ball, and just like it happened to me, it bounced off her head. Maya glared at Shawn, but then smiled at him sweetly.

"Why are you smiling at me so pretty?" Shawn asked, nervously stepping back as far as possible from dangerous Maya.

"Because I want the last thing you ever see to be nice," she explained, about to charge toward Shawn before Cory and I stopped her. We settled her gently on the bed to calm down.

"What happened with your dad?" I asked Shawn.

"He's out finding my mom right now. I'm staying over at a motel. Hey, you guys should come over tonight," Shawn offered excitedly. "We could skateboard in the pool and they've got cable."

"We've got cable," Cory pointed out.

"Not like this place," Shawn responded back, slyly smirking.

Before I could wrap my head around the concept, Cory fired back with, "you can't just live in a motel."

"Why not? At least you know it's not gonna drive away."

"Listen, you know you could have crashed here last night."

"What happened last night?" I asked worriedly.

Shawn sighed. "I went over to Mr. Turner's while he was having Mrs. Tompkins over and I sorta crashed their date. Then I ate their dinner and crashed on his couch-"

Maya interrupted Shawn's story. "Whoa, let me get this straight here Hunter. So you went over to Turner's house, interrupted his date with Tompkins, ate their dinner and Turner still let you crash in his apartment?"

"That's right," Shawn stated cockily. "Do you love me now?"

Maya chuckled. "Nice try."

Cory sighed. "Look Shawn, I'm just looking out for you. You know you can stay here anytime you need to."

"I know that," Shawn said.

"You sure?" Cory asked, not fully convinced that he was.

"Yeah, I'm sure."

From downstairs, we could hear a man's voice call out to Shawn. "Hey, Shawn, come on down, son!"

A grin appeared on Shawn's face once he recognized who was calling him."See? My dad's back and everything's great." He hopped off the bed and hurried downstairs, Cory followed close behind him.

I looked at Maya worriedly.

"Maya?"

"Mmh?"

"What do you think is going to happen?"

"Not good things, chump."

We had followed Cory and Shawn downstairs, and we heard everything that was said. Mr. Hunter had found Shawn's mom, but she still refused to come home with him. Shawn would now be staying with the Matthews' while Mr. Hunter went after his wife. Shawn didn't look nearly as excited about this news as Cory did. All that Cory took from this was that his best friend would become his roommate for an indefinite amount of time.

Maya and I headed back over to our house. At first we wondered why we couldn't find Mr. Feeny in the kitchen cooking dinner as we would usually find him. Then we found it kind of odd how we couldn't find him in the living room reading a book. So we came to the conclusion that perhaps Mr. Feeny had went grocery shopping and would be back soon. But the fact that he didn't even leave a note on the refrigerator door informing us he would be out troubled me in the back of my head until we went upstairs and walked into our room. How wrong had it been for us to assume the best. What we saw before us was one of the most shocking things that I had ever seen.

Mr. Feeny was sitting on Maya's bed. Our photo album from the future in his hands. He was looking at our photo album! I looked over to see that Maya's shocked expression matched mine. We had left the photo album lying on Maya's bed before we had decided to sneak into the Matthews' house. Now it was out.

Mr. Feeny turned to see us standing at our doorway. He immediately closed the album. Tears started welling up in my eyes.

Other than ourselves, Nurse Millar had been the only one that knew about us. Now Mr. Feeny knew too...

Author's Note: Ooooh cliffhanger! Didn't expect that, did ya? ;) Feeny knows! FEENY KNOWS! Yes, now he knows! Lol, and now Riley has experienced 'the change'! See how different her reaction was compared to Maya's? ;)

So remember to check out my YouTube channel where you will see my video for this chapter. The links for my Tumblr Blog Q&A and comic strip are in the description box! Next week's chapter is the last one for season 2! I feel like it's been going on for forever, and I'm probably right about that lol. Bittersweet moments. Maya's POV is EXTREMELY important next week! Lots more stuff happening in season 3, and I'm PUMPED to share it all with you guys! See you guys in my next chapter! :) Don't forget to watch Girl Meets the Forgiveness Project THIS Friday! Maya's dad will be there!

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