The Test of Friendship

Die or love

Alec's POV

Someone knocked on the door. I made a wild guess who it was. (Not a wild guess it was obvious) I open it to reveal Hope. "Hey!" She chirps. I nod a hello back. "My dad isn't home t-today." I says as if reading her mind. "Would you like to come down to our house?" She offers. "Um... Why not?" I reply.

We stand at the door step of her house. It was a sky blue. The inside of the house was huge. The floors were polished. The kitchen had two tables. A white lace table cloth and four wooden chairs per table. Each with a cushion that had tiny blue flowers on them.

The den was carpeted all nice. The sofa was a white. The carpet not surprisingly was a baby blue. The fire place was lit and had a friendly glow about it. The atmosphere was calm.

We walk up the stairs. There were paintings on the wall. It showed her and other people who I assumed were part of her family.

We get to her room. It was all shades of blue, violet, and green. Her bed was queen sized. She had a book shelf in the far left. It was full of sketch books and art like things. She had a desk with many colored paints. There was a unfinished canvas propped up. There were quotes and famous sayings on the walls. But one thing caught my eye.

It was a bottle of liquid. It was glowing. The light blueish color made it blend in but I knew it wasn't just colored water. "What's that?" I ask. I know I was being nosey but I was curious. "Ah. That potion. You see not many people know this. Not oven mother. I am a sorceress but I prefer Mage." Hope giggles. "Don't drink it unless you want to suffer from amnesia." She adds in. "It only takes you back a few hours in case someone finds out." "You aren't gonna do that to me are you?" I whimper. "No no no. I trust you enough." Hope says. I nod and sit on the ground. "What are you doing on the floor silly. Here." She picks me up and lays me on the bed. (I swear to god all you dirty minded people no.) It was so soft.

"Hope! I am home. The meeting went gr-" she freezes when she looks at me and Hope on her bed. She was on my lap and was playing with my hair. "Hope! Get off that creature's lap!" She shrieks. "Why should I?" Hope back sasses. She wraps her arms around my neck and kissed me on my cheek. My face instantly goes a dark shade of red. She blushed a dark shade of pink. "Get out! Scram! Shoo. Now before I get your father here." She threatens. I set Hope on her bed gently and run the hell away from the house. I only make it to the door. Hope beat me to the door and kept me from leaving.

"P-p-please. He's gonna..." I trail off thinking of everything that could happen. I just shiver. She nods. But before she leaves I am pulled into a hug. Her face is nuzzled into my neck. "I have a confession to make Alec." She whispers. "I love you." She looks at me. "I-I love you to." I reply. "Shoo! Get away from my daughter. You can't love her." I run from the house as her mom chases me to the end of the street.

I enter my house. Quietly I open the door and hopefully I don't draw dads attention. No such luck. I turn around. I move up stairs but I bump into a angry looking Travis. (Random name. Plez don't be hurt if it is yours) or other wise known as my ever loving father. {Note sarcasm} "Where the hell were you!" He yells right into my face. It took all I could not to cry. "I-i was at Hope's p-place." I reply. Lies don't help me here at all. "Why. Why exactly were you there?" He growls. "B-because Hope came here and invited me." I squeak. He strikes me across the face. I crumple into a ball on the ground holding the place he hit. (No. Don't be a pleb and think dirty.) "B*TCH! YOU ARE JUST TRYING TO F*CK WITH MY JOB!" He screams. I shrink down and just hope it's all over. He kicks my stomach a few time really hard. I cough and sputter a bit of blood. "No one would love a piece of shit like you. Just stop trying." He growls. He kicks my throat. I gasp for air and cough a little more.

As he leaves I get up. I stumble to my room and think about what he said. Hope loves me. But then again it is probably just a illusion. Gain my trust and then she will pound me into the ground with out a second thought. That's what happens to people like me. We can be nice and we want to be peaceful but you're stereo typed and catagorized as bad. I sob the rest of the night. Father can make his own food for a change.

A/N: I HATE FREAKING WRITER BLOCK ARRRUGH!!!!!! I am done here. And if you can't read my hand writing this book is not minecraft. It's just the minecraft characters are my drawing style. Thx. Bye