My hopes, my dreams, my memories

Amanda

"I'm so not going to school today!" Claire said to our mom this morning. But she knew she would have to go anyways. Claire is the second youngest in our family but soon to be the third. I am the youngest at 10 years old. None of us wanted to go to school because Amanda is sick and is in very critical condition. "Hope, please get your things ready for school." Mom said.
"Sure thing mom" I said " but I don't want to go to school!" This was the third time this week I had to go to the office because I would break out crying in the middle class. I would walk down to the office and they would give me a tissue and I would go sit in the "sad chair" all alone, by myself.
It was Thursday and when I walking into class Brian, the jock/bully, came over to my desk and called me a crybaby! Don't cry Hope, please don't cry! I kept telling myself. I excused myself and went to the bathroom, then to the office to go back to sitting in the "sad chair" by myself, all alone. While I sit in the chair I often think of my life, well my modified life... without Amanda being sick, without my mom having a baby, and without a bully.
I few minutes later I went back to class and sat next to by friend Sally. She was basically my only friend, well who didn't make fun of me. Our teacher told the class to get our notebooks out and write our stories. My story was called I wish and so far it was amazing! I dreamed of becoming an author one day and traveling the the world signing my books! But I know that's just fantasy.
Writing in my journal is probably the best part of my day by far! My story has 4 chapters already and they are very well thought out and very detailed. Yesterday my teacher told me that my writing was outstanding but then Brian had to ruin my moment and insult my sister. That's when I thought of the best next chapter. I started writing and when writing was over I had a nice 5th chapter
When I got home my mom took me, Claire, Summer, and Rachel to the hospital to see Amanda. Amanda was my favorite sister because she used to read to me everyday and sometimes even help me write books. My favorite book we wrote together was Together Agian and it only took us a week to write it. It had 15 chapters and even authors biographies of me and my sister. I even got to sign our book! It was so amazing, but now she can't even come home for another 6 weeks if she is alive. I started crying when we got there. She looked horrible! 😭