Three Is The Lucky Number

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(Hope's parents are Carter and Anita made up, but all will be explained later on.)

Hope's POV:

Life sucks. When you grow up in a family like mine you lose the feeling of freedom. I hate that. I wanted to party my head off, and drink till I forgot my own name. More importantly I wanted to find love, but the love I crave doesn't fit in my parents guidelines. You could say I am the perfect child, the one everyone wants. I never even got invited to parties, I never drank an ounce of booze, and I had the best memory. I hate that too. I hate life.

"Hope, time for school!" My mother screams from downstairs.

First day of Junior year and I am totally not ready. I have no friends, no one to talk to. I'm alone. Well, I talk to this one girl though even though my parents know almost everything about my life, they don't know about her. They can't. I won't let them find out. Cause she belongs to me and only me.

Josie Saltzman. The most gorgeous and prettiest girl you'd ever see. And she's nice, like super nice. She talks to me every once and a while. Well she has to since we're partners in Home Economics, but I like to think it's cause she wants to. It may seem to be delusional but imagine talking to the prettiest girl you ever met and her smile when you make a really bad joke.

Snapping out of my trance I grab my glasses off the nightstand and set them on my face pushing them up the bridge of my nose. I try to wear contacts all the time, but I ran out of solution so it's a glasses day. After doing one last check I shoulder my bag and step down the stairs swiftly, since I do not want to get in trouble.

My dad sits at the table as he always does sipping his coffee and reading the morning paper while praying for every sinful thing everyone's done. My mom waits by the door tapping her foot with her keys hanging off her finger. When she sees me her eyes stare daggers at me, but quickly changes to a wide smile that I have grown very accustomed to. It's her 'you're failing at following orders, but not in front of you father' look.

"Let's go Hope. Don't want to be late."

"Yes, mother."

Keeping my head down I walk towards the front door and past my mother and into the car preparing to be scolded for taking too long to get ready. Women are meant to be quick so that they can take care of their family. The thing is I am not interested in boys I find myself looking at females, and they are way prettier then the boys I go to school with.

"Hope, you know what I'm going to tell you." Mother snaps.

"Yes mother." I refuse to lift my head and look at her. She is terrifying enough I don't need to look directly at her.

"You need to get ready faster, it is imperative that we set a good example for the other girls. They need to see Jesus in us and they can't do that if you are late and failing. Speaking of failing you got a C in your history test. Next time study harder and do better."

"Yes mother."

Her words trail off and out of ears reach, I choose to look out the window instead of listen to her angry words. They make me feel like a disappointment, but I know in my parent's eyes they're just trying to help me have a better life. I try to see it from their point of view but they just wouldn't understand what I'm going through.

"Now have a good day at school, and remember to do better."

"Yes mother."

I crawl out of the car and walk with my head down to the school doors. I walk with my head down to my locker just as I usually do. I see my locker, but then I end up on the floor with my glasses in front of me.