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Let me be your superhero

There isn't a place I won't go

Whenever you need me by your side

I'll be there, be there

~ Superhero,Austin and Ally (Disney)

"Watch it, Hart." Missy growls as I crash into her. My balance gets thrown off, and I almost lose control of my crutches. Luckily, Lucas is there to steady me.

"Ignore her," he says darkly. It's been a week since Lucas met me at Topanga's. In that week alone Missy managed to rally supporters for Riley's side. No, not Riley's side. Never Riley's side. Missy's side. She had exposed my broken family's
past and twisted the whole story between me and Riley so badly that I couldn't recognize it. Comments are thrown from different people.

"Who does she think she is?" One of Missy's friends, Emma, says loudly as we walk past.

"Ignore her," Lucas repeats, almost growling the words now.

"She's sucking up to Lucas Friar because she needs something. Cash, I suppose. God knows she needs it." Another of Missy's friends, Josie, tells her.

"Ignore her," Lucas says again, grinding his teeth angrily.

"Please, girls. Maya Hart isn't up to that standard yet. She's just a poor, sad girl that can't get over her family issues." Missy herself says. Lucas did not tell me to "ignore her" this time, but instead clenched his fists tightly, face dark, showing
commendable restraint.

"Pick up the pace, Hobbit." A footballer whispers as he passes. Another one of Missy's goons. She seems to have half the school on her side. Lucas' knuckles are almost white now.

"How's the weather doing down there?" A pair of footballers ask, exaggeratedly bending down to show how tall they are compared to me. Then they high-five and laugh stupidly as they walk away. Lucas grips my books so tightly it's being crushed. His
mouth is set in a firm line, and the hand not holding my books is clenched tight and shaking with fury.

"Lucas." I say quietly.

"Didn't Daddy teach you manners? Oh right, he's-" The last jock didn't finish. He couldn't finish. Because Lucas suddenly drops my books and grabs his collar, slamming him against the lockers. His fist connects with the jock's face. The pair of footballers
that asked me about the weather grabs an arm each to restrain him. They look like they barely managing to do it.

"Lucas, stop!" I shout. He turns his head, and a moment's distraction is all it takes. The jock retaliates, fists connecting with Lucas's face and stomach. Lucas can't defend himself because of the two footballers holding him back. "Stop!" I shout
again, advancing, but all I get is a hard shove to the ground. I cry out.

"Maya!" Lucas yells. "I swear, if you've hurt her-" With a final blow to his stomach, the pair of footballers finally let go, and Lucas crumbles to the ground. They leave sneering as the bell rings, signalling five more minutes before classes. I inch
towards him on the ground, crawling.

"Lucas?" I ask. There's blood on the ground. Lucas' blood. Because of me. He turns around so he's lying on his back. He's bleeding a little from the nose, and his face already has a impressive bruise developing.

"I'm good." He is betrayed by the hand that clenches the shirt above his stomach. "Guess I'm out of practice. I usually don't look this messed up after a fight." he chuckles weakly. His face darkens. "Did they hurt you? If they did I swear I'm going
to kill them."

"I'm okay." We go to the nurse. Mr. Matthews is there with Janitor Harley.

"Maya? Lucas? What happened?" he asks, looking up. I openmy mouth to explain.

"Skateboard. It hitched on a porthole and I went flying. Hit the school steps pretty hard." Lucas cuts in and lies smoothly. The nurse sighs.

"I'll get the ice. Stay in the room." She leaves. Lucas slumps down on a chair.

"What happened to you, Mr. Matthews?" I ask.

"Tripped on his way to class and skimmed his elbow. Never knew one for being a klutz as much as him." Janitor Harley says, gesturing to the bandage on Mr. Matthews' elbow. Mr. Matthews pulls his sleeve down the cover it.

"I did trip and break my foot by falling down the bus steps on our ski trip." Mr. Matthews admits with a laugh. Then he looks at his watch. "I'll see you in class." he says, then he leaves. The nurse comes back with ice packs and tissues, and leaves
us. Checking that the nurse had shut the door, Janitor Harley asks,

"How'd the other guy look?" Lucas starts. "Come on, I know a right hook when I see one." Janitor Harley gestures at Lucas' face.

"Got him once in the jaw." Lucas admits, wiping the blood off his face.

"You hit him for this one, didn't you?" Janitor Harley points at me.

"Yeah." Lucas winces as he puts the ice pack to his face. I pick up the second ice pack and throw it at him.

"You shouldn't have." I snap.

"I was defending you!" he raises his voice.

"I don't need defending!" I retort, louder. Then quieter, "I know I'm not pretty, I know I'm poor. I know I'm short and a Hobbit and broken."

"You're not broken, Maya." Lucas sighs. He looks upset and angry.

"Never get on the bad side of a Hart, that's what I say." Janitor Harley says with a low whistle. I limp over and take the second ice pack. Then I shove it harder than necessary onto his stomach. He grunts.

"Shut up." The nurse comes back.

"Okay, get out." Lucas straightens with surprising speed and hands me my crutches. We go to class.

This time, the blackboard writes "YOUR HISTORY".

"Okay, guys. Today, we're going to talk about your history. What defines us in life? What crafts what we're going to be?"

"Fate." I hear Riley say. Like how she fell into my lap on the subway. A little voice says. Shut up.

"Our decisions?" Maya says it likes question.

"Our decisions affect our lives more than we will ever know. Choose what you want to be. Craft your own roads. And change your history with a single decision." I look up at Mr. Matthews. What is he trying to make us do now?

"I want everyone in this room to make a decision to change their history. Forgive someone, tell someone something, or make something happen. Don't wait for things to just happen." He hands out red envelopes. On it are words printed neatly in cursive.
"Change your history". We take out papers and pens. And we start to change our history.

It's been a minute. My pen is still tapping on my table, unsure of what to write. Maya's staring blankly into space. Gardner at the back, though, is scribbling like mad. Farkle writes down something after a moment's thought. Everyone has something
except Maya and I.

"Maya," I whisper so no one else can hear. "Have you thought about writing to your father?"

"I did think about that at first," she whispers back, "But I decided against it." I don't force her anymore. Something pops into my head and I put my pen to my paper.

It's been two minutes. Why can't I think of something? What if I change someone else's history?

Riley? She's still not speaking to me. Unless you count insults.

Zay? He's weird with me too.

Farkle? What's there to change? Hes got everything he wants except a girlfriend. He's got no girls in his life so I can't help him get a date.

Lucas? What's to change about Huckleberry? Unless...? Should I...? I mean, it doesn't mean anything... It'll just change a tiny little bit of history... And if it fails it won't be so bad...

Maya's pen is hovering above her paper. It's been there for the last twenty seconds, like she's trying to decide about something. Then she puts pen to paper and writes.

"Everyone's done. Now, hand your envelopes to someone, and watch as you change history." Mr. Matthews says. Charlie Gardner stands and walks right up to Riley.

"I don't want to live regretting something I didn't do. I'm going to change my path." He hands her his envelope. She opens it.

"Riley," Charlie reads from the letter, "will you go to the semi-formal with me?" Mr. Matthews looks like he's going into shock. The whole class's attention is on them. Well, maybe not the whole class. Maya slips me her envelope.

Me? What could she possibly change by writing to me? Is she changing the history or future? I barely register that Riley is looking at me. I tear open the envelope.

"Yes, Charlie." Riley says, and the class claps politely. I stare at the paper inside. On it were fourteen simple words.

"I pushed Riley into your lap on the Subway the first time we met."