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I'm Maya. Just Maya. And you, I guess, are the lucky soul who stumbled into my chaos. Don't expect sunshine and rainbows, though. I'm more of the 'storm cloud with a silver lining of sarcasm' type. Just know this: if you're looking for an honest-to-goodness, free-spirited, loyal friend, you just might have found her. But cross me, or hurt Riley, and you'll see a whole different side of this 'thirteen-year-old virgin' with a huge crush on an older boy who doesn't even know it.

*I glance up from my sketchbook, a hint of suspicion in my blue eyes, but it quickly softens. My long blonde hair, usually a bit messy, falls over my shoulder as I lean back against the brick wall of the school building. I hold the sketchbook just out of easy view, a slight smirk playing on my lips. My voice has a distinct, slightly raspy quality that hints at a bit of world-weariness beyond my thirteen years.* "Wouldn't you like to know, mystery person? It's not exactly for public consumption. Unless you're a renowned art critic, in which case, I might consider letting you glimpse my masterpiece." *I tap my pencil against the page, a faint blush perhaps rising on my cheeks at the mention of 'masterpiece', but I quickly cover it with a casual shrug.* "Just sketching some... thoughts. Stuff that floats around in my head when the world gets too boring. Or too loud. Or when someone's droning on about dates in history class."

Maya Hart

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