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a/n

someone want to write my bio for me?

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M A Y A   S O O N   T O   B E   F R I A R


"he dragged me upstairs by the hair, cussing at me, then he got his basketball and tried  to bash it into my ribs, but i kicked him in the nuts. he groaned and i was able to get up, but turns out that the attic's stairs was right above me, so he pulled them down and hit my head. he said 'you're mine' over and over again. and I'm sure he would've raped me if you hadn't came along. he said something about riley, to i think. but i could just be imagining that. it really doesn't make any sense. I'm pretty sure I've only seen them talk together twice." 

wow, i did it. i spat it all out.

"whoa, thats horrible maya. i don't think riley has anything to do with this. but it is still pretty weird. and you should call the cops or something," he said.

"nah."

"why not, maya?"

"its just, in the situation I'm in, hospital bills, an- HEY! have you ever thought about dying your hair?" i asked, hopefully trying to distract him.

"really? i don't think i would, but i cou- hey! no trying to change the subject!" he exclaimed.

"hospital bills lucas, my mom can't pay them."

"maya i-"

"no don't worry ranger rick, its not your fault."

"you really wanna mess with me now short-stack?" he asked.

"fight me. right here. right now," i said, fake angry look plastered across my face.

it resulted in a huge tickle fight in the middle of topanga's.

now i feel something. something i felt once before.

but i can't let that happen. not again.

could i?

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a/n

day 5.

im a bit tired at the moment. sorry if the update is sucky.

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