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What do they think of Maya — just a pawn in their game to get them somewhere? How dehumanizing of them.
As they left to part their own ways — which she figures is to find that cube she threw, she ponders – why do they always assume she's never changed? She is no longer his right hand. She no longer wants to associate herself with her past, so why must they always treat her like that.
I mean there is a tiny bit of reason for why — Xavier treated them almost cult-like. Why wouldn't they be mad about their lack of freedom from that time? But she's still mad about it, why can't they just live in the present, let the past be the past. Why did she go back to the creek? She knew that was gonna be a horrible decision when the capture the flag war ended.
She wants to let that day go — the day Omar proved she couldn't trust him, nor the stump kids. She could mess with her training dummies, and play baseball to forget about this, but the dusk lighting up the living room says otherwise.
She decides to go back to her room. Her mother should be back from her work shift in about an hour, and she'll bring dinner too, so she'll just wait.
Maya hears someone go upstairs — she assumes it's her mother, but she looks to see her brother back after a sleepover at his friends house.
After what happened just a few hours ago, she wonders if she should ask him for advice on these issues regarding her "friends". are they even friends anymore?
But then she thinks again.
“What if he tells mom? Oh god, she will make this issue escalate further when this issue is just about stupid cube pieces...”
She lays on her bed, cellphone in hand for a while until she hears something from her brothers room.
“MAAAYYAAA! Can you help me with my stuff?”
Maya grumbles a bit as she heads over to his room, still processing whatever happened at this household earlier.
“Hey can you put these in the laundry?” Her brother having a bucket of used clothes in hand.
“Okay.” Maya says monotonous, while grabbing that same bucket with both her hands.
She goes out of her brothers room and on the flight of stairs that lead to the living room.
While going down, she hears a key jingle from behind the front door. She then remembers what went down that exact place earlier. Oh how she felt truly betrayed by all of them.
She then sees the door open to her mom coming in the house with the messenger bag she wears to work – slinged from her shoulder to waist.
“Hey mom!” Maya announces happily to her mom when walking to the kitchen.
“Hi sweetie! How was your day?” Her mom asks.
“Uhm.. good!” Maya states, lying between her teeth. She couldn't let this stupid little situation about cubes get to the parents.
Maya then enters the laundry area, loads the laundry and the powder into the machine and gets the dinner on the table, still wrapped in the bag.
After she eats dinner, she gets the laundry, hangs them, brushes her teeth, then sleeps.