hey people of the Girl Meets World fandom. I'm in love with the new series and I've watched the pilot like fifty times and I've watched 'Girl Meets Sneak Attack' about twenty times. I love everything about the show but Maya's home-life interests me greatly and I want to write it my own way. So, I hope you guys like this story and please review. Enjoy!

Maya's POV

Waking up on this particular Monday, I wasn't exactly beaming with happiness. I mean, have you ever met a child who was happy to be up at 6 on a Monday after a weekend of sleeping in? It's not the only reason I'm grouchy, but it's the one I'll be telling people. Once I force myself out of the bed, I make my way over to my closet. Hmmm, too drab. Not long enough sleeve. Too plaid. Ew, why do I even own this? Finally, I spot the outfit I want; A white and black striped three quarter sleeved top and a pair of light wash jeans, topped of with a red faux leather jacket and and my pair of black studded converse. I take my hair out of the braid I put it in the night before and BAM, natural waves. After dabbing on some makeup to make myself look prettier (and other reasons), I'm ready.

I head downstairs to the main area in my lovely apartment. The room isn't a disaster area, which much mean he's not home yet. Either that or mom had some extra time that morning to clean up whatever mess he made this time. Speaking of mom, I spot her in the kitchen, jamming things into her purse.

"Morning Mom," I greet, walking over to her. She jumps, looking up. Seeing it's only me, she sighs and continues jamming things into her purse. Based off her uniform for her waitress job at the diner and the shirt and vest she's jamming into her bag, I'm guessing she's working all day and won't be back till probably eight or nine tonight.

"Hey sweetheart, listen, I'm working a double shift at the diner today and then I have a shift at the general store, so I won't be home till eight at the earliest. There's easy mac in the cabinets and I'm just a call away if you need me," my mom says, not looking at me but focusing on her purse. I know she's only saying the call thing just to seem like a good mom. I know if I call her while she's working, she just tell me if I'm hurt or injured to call 911 and if it's not 911 worthy, then it's not worth calling her.

"Ok mom, work hard. Oh, is he, um, home yet?" I ask, not looking at my mom when I ask this. She doesn't need to see the fear in my eyes at the thought that he could walk in with her not being here. She'd feel bad and blame herself for putting us in this situation and then start making promises that we both know she won't keep.

"No sweetie, but I'd hurry if you want to miss him. I have to run, but remember," my mom says, walking over to me and moving my head so I'm looking at her, "This isn't a permanent situation. This just a little bump in the road. I love you and have a good day at school." My mom kisses me on and grabs her purse and leaves the house. A bump in the road, yeah, I'm pretty sure most bumps don't last for seven years.

Knowing I need to hurry, I open every cabinet until I find the box of granola bars. Grabbing a bar, I quickly rip open the wrapper and take a huge bite. Walking over to the fridge, I look through it until I find the milk and pour myself a glass, taking a sip before taking another bite of the granola. Looking at the clock, I know I need to hurry up so I stuff the rest of my breakfast into my pocket and pour the milk into the sink. I rush into the living room and grab my bag. I'm good, I'm...

The door to the apartment opens and my lovely step father walks in. Ah, so close! I tense at the smell of him, a mix of beer and smoke. He stumbles in, drunk. I look at the ground, hoping that maybe if I stay still then he won't see me. No such luck.

"Hey, shouldn't you be on the way to school," he says, walking over, his words all jumbled and slurred, his walk shaky. He almost trips over the coffee table, but catches himself before he falls.

"I was just leaving now," I say, my voice barely over a whisper. I really hope he can't hear the fear in my voice. He reaches me and grabs my chin, forcing my head up.

"Well, then I guess you'd better hurry. I'd hate for you to be late. But I better not catch you at this house after 6:45 after today, understand," he says, squeezing by chin pretty hard. Breathe Maya, just get out of this. In a minute he'll be upstairs and you'll be on your way to Riley's. Just answer him and you'll be out of here.

"Yes sir," I answer, hoping that's good enough for him. He nods and releases his hold on me, walking up stairs, grumbling about something. Once he vanishes form my view, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. I grab my bag and rush over to the mirror by the door. Ok, good, no marks or anything. That'll save me time. But that stupid panic feeling that sits in my stomach won't leave.

"OK, Maya, you're fine. No new marks, no bruises, nothing like that. This is good, this is really good. Come on Maya, get a hold of yourself. This is ok, you're ok. You're stronger than this. To everyone outside of this apartment, you are strong. Show them how strong you are, you're stronger then this! Be strong, show the world that you're a strong person who can do anything they want," I tell myself, trying to convince myself. And I guess it works cause that jittery feeling leaves and I feel ready to face everyone.

I put the strong mask on and walk out the door, ready to face the world.

So, I hope you guys liked the first chapter of the story. What do you think about Maya's mom? Her step father? What do you think will happen? Tell me in a review. And if you like to role-play, then check out my GMW role-play forum. And if you want to see what Maya's outfit looks like, there will be a link up on my profile in a minute or two.

QOTD- What are you most looking forward to in this season of GMW? Tell me in a review.

Until next time...