peaches.
“Eh, that’ll have to do.” Maya’s duffle bag– more or less a poorly patched pieced of cloth, a hand-me-down from her Mom from ages ago– was packed as tightly as she dared; a fist-full of shirts, shorts and open-toed shoes were more than enough to push the worn bag to its limits.
Holding her breath, Maya slung the duffle over her shoulder. When it did not burst into a million little pieces she exhaled, deeming it secure, and scuffled her way out the door. Her Mom wasn’t home to wish her good-bye for the summer. Katy was pulling a double shift at the diner. While Maya wasn’t surprised she was missing her send off, she tried and failed to curb her disappointment. Katy Hart was a hard worker, for which Maya was eternally grateful, and she knows, without her– well, Maya tried not to think about it, much. But, as grateful as she was, she sometimes wish that she could have a Mom that was… well, around. To do things like help her pack her bags, give her a hug goodbye. Simple things.
Before she left, Maya snatched a bottle of water from the fridge. There, she saw a note, Katy’s neat scroll looping around the page.
Maya,
Have a great time at summer camp, baby girl! Here’s hoping it’s a summer full of love and laughs.
I”ll see you in a few weeks!
Love,
Mom! <3
It was short, sweet, and to the point. It left a small smile on Maya’s face
“Thanks, Mom.” was whispered into the empty apartment.
It wasn’t until Topanga Matthews was wrapping her in a tight hug did the smile break into an exuberant grin. Despite Riley’s insistent calls, Maya lingered for just a moment longer, reveling in the warmth. “Thanks, Mrs. Matthews.” She ruffled the top of Auggie’s head, smirk back in place. “Bye, kid. Try not to be too bored without us!.”
Maya then looped her arm through Riley’s. “Lets go.”
pausing a moment as she waited ( rather impatiently ) riley watched as her best friend interacted with her little brother. how did she ever get so lucky to have a best friend like maya hart? everyone deserved a friend like that.
“yay!” riley voices as mayas are is looped around hers, skipping out of the apartment - just for a few strides before she is leading maya in a simple walk because skipping with their bags proved to be rather difficult.
“alright maya.” she starts, now that the two girls were loading their bags into the bottom storage/luggage area of the bus. “what are the best seats? the back of the bus? and how far back, all the way back? we don’t want that one half seat do we, cause I love you and all but that seems a little squished.”
