HOPE
When he left, a gust of wind was permitted through the thin blanket of leaves. A paper drifted in my sight, filled with math problems of insignificance. I saw his name neatly scetched onto the top of the paper, Sam Torres. I had no idea who he was, where he went.
And then the memories of 5 minutes ago hit me. The car crash. The screams. My fall. Suddenly everything was broken and I was crying, my favorite blue dress getting stained from the dirt below me. I knew my Dad was dead and there was nothing left but the memory of him walking out the door, my eyes following every step he took.
The tears wouldn't stop and I remained there, broken and bleeding, letting the willow tree absorb my sadness and fears, letting the dusk fall around me.
That day had gave me two simple facts that stuck in my seven year old brain, two facts that haunted me and broke me and molded me.
1) My Dad was dead.
2) I needed to see Sam Torres again
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ANCHOR
Teen FictionHope Stryder has always been haunted with sadness of her father's death, but mostly content with her average, 17 year old life. When a boy, Sam, appears from her past she finds herself being pulled right into line of a perfect, broken life.
