Hope

Chapter 1

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   "If two people are meant to be together, they will find their way back..."

This is the last day of school for me. It's a Friday today, it's raining heavily outside. This literature class is kind of boring the shit out of me.

For the whole week, we have been talking about heartbreaks and two people finding each other.

Obviously, our literature teacher- Mr Poppers is heartbroken. He just got divorced from his wife who is an English teacher in this school, it is absolutely hilarious and awkward at the same time.

Well, I don't really care about that. I am leaving this goddamn town and back to my old town.

I left 4 years ago when I was 14. I would never thought I would go back to that town-- My Mom and Dad got divorced and Mom wants to stay in this town and Dad wants to go back.

Apparently, Mom doesn't want us anymore. As sad as that sounds, our dog died two weeks ago due to old age.

So we're getting a new dog.

I am not excited to go back-- I am not like my brothers who already planned to meet up with their friends.

In that town, in that high school that I have to go.

There's people-- I mean a person, I don't want to meet.

The last bell finally ring, everyone got up to pass up their poems.

And I passed up my final poem, "I expect this to be good, Ms Anderson."

"I poured my heart and soul into it, sir!" I put up my hand as in a goodbye and swung my bag to the back.

I walk out of the school, seeing everything for the last time.

"Goodbye bitches!" I shouted and walk out the gates.

"Nice way to say goodbye," Alexander Anderson sit in his car, trying to act cool.

Alexander is a year older than me, he's 19 and he's a moron.

"Not a very polite way either, Xandra." Dad mentions. I roll my eyes and got into the back seat.

"Let's just go back home." I sighed.

"It's a long back home, so I got you guys pillows." Shane, our oldest brother who is sitting in the passenger seat threw two pillows to the back.

Shane is 23 years old, he's a soccer player in Liverpool. He's not famous, yet as he likes to say.

But in our old town, he's very famous.

Our family is very ambitious, my Dad is a ice hockey coach. My Mom works as a fashion designer, and flies back and forth to Paris.

So when I was younger, I spent a lot of time with my brothers and their friends.

I play for the girls basketball team, well, played.

I slowly gave up on basketball when I turned 15, I don't know why I stopped playing. I just stopped.

Slowly after that, I started doing sprints on the track. So I got into the track team since.

As for Alexander, he is crazy for sports. He does well in all of them. The best he is in, is Ice hockey. So he takes over our Dad.

Although I am the only girl among them, though i wished to have a sister sometimes-- I am very glad to be in this family.

The divorce didn't affect us much, we saw it coming ever since we were kids.

Now that we're older, we're kind of free.

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After hours of being in the car, stopping by gas stations-- we're finally home.

Dad bought a new house, it's bigger than the previous one we had in this town.

Just stepping in, makes me feel so tiny.

Some furnitures are already moved in.

"How about our rooms, Dad?" I ask, turning to him.

"It's labeled on your door, decorate it however you like." He smiles, putting down a box of fragile things by the staircase.

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I never visit this town, never felt that I should even when I become 20.

But I am stuck here awhile.

Walking around this small town, makes me actually feel like I am home.

It's crazy how some things doesn't change. I walk into the park that I used to always go when I was a kid.

I stood by the small pond, kicking rocks into it.

Oh the memories here.

"Is that Alexandra Anderson?"

Woah, that sounds familiar. I turn around and stood frozen.

"Cat got your tongue, Anderson?" His right brow arch cheekily at me.

I let out a light chuckle, "you didn't changed at all, Collins... Jace Collins."

He smirks-- oh that smirk.

"Well, you changed your style." He noticed.

"How long has it been? 4 years?"

I stared at him, "yeah. 4 years, Collins." I nod slightly.

Jace let out a low chuckle again, "I apologize for not saying anything." I started off.

"But why the first person I see in this town.. Must be you?" I questioned out loud.

Jace's smile faded, "sure.. Your looks have changed a little. Your mouth didn't." He states.

I smiled at him, not the fake smile that hide my sadness 4 years ago when I said goodbye to him-- But just, a genuine smile.