Character Analysis: The City Girl

[Author’s Note: I was reading The City Girl by MadameX818, and I was inspired to write my own story with a similar concept. By no means is this the same story, or I am trying to plagiarize her work.]
Despite the packing boxes and the moving truck parked on her street, Riley Matthews could not accept the fact that she was moving to Austin, Texas. She had only ever known New York City as home. Her two best friends, Maya Hart and Farkle Minkus, lived and conquered the world with her since the first grade. The trio was inseparable. What would she do without them? Her mom promised her that she would make new friends in Texas, but Riley couldn’t trust that. She would be the weird new girl from a state up north. Moving to Texas would be the end of

He needed to take a break from driving and use the restroom. He gently shook his wife awake and told her that he would be back in a few minutes. Topanga uttered a reply and went back to sleep. Cory locked his sleeping family in the car and headed to the restroom. On his return from the bathroom, Cory noticed the beautiful sunrise. He stood still and admired the beauty. Lost in the moment, he didn’t notice that his daughter had woken up, gotten out of the car, and was now beside him. “Dad?” Riley broke his moment. The startled Cory jumped at the words of his daughter, but he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bringing her into a side hug. “Yes Riley?” he answered softly. “How did you feel when you left Philadelphia for New York? Was it hard to leave Shawn behind?” she asked. “Extremely.” Cory

Masten. What are your names?” the new teacher greeted when he saw Maya and Farkle enter the classroom. He was a bit concerned that the girl was hiding her face and using her friend as a guide. “I am Farkle Minkus, and this is my best friend, Maya Hart.” Farkle introduced while motioning with his free arm. Mr. Masten nodded. The former teacher, Mr. Matthews, had left detailed notes on all the students especially these two. “Pleased to meet you. If you want to take your seats, we will get started in a few minutes.” Mr. Masten suggested before turning his attention to another group of students entering the classroom. Farkle led Maya and deposited at her desk. The fourteen year old had yet to uncover her eyes. Maya slowly lifted her head and looked at Farkle. “Sit in Riley’s desk.” she whispered. Farkle felt funny as he obeyed Maya’s request; he had become accustomed to sitting in the desk behind Riley. It was almost felt like a violation of friendship by sitting in Riley’s old