Hope

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That feeling you get it the pit of your stomach. When you're absolutely positive that you will happen. Then you take a step back and look in the mirror.

You're ugly.

You're fat.

You're absolutely, completely and totally useless.

Then you feel a flicker inside you. Like a light of sorts. You feel a hand on your shoulder. School is terrible but you have a few friends.

"Thinking out loud?" your best girl friend says.

"Yeah." you say snapping out of everything you're thinking of.

"Let's go." she instructs. Walk back to your locker with her fighting the deadly war waging inside. Hope comes back for a visit. Butterflies are building up in your stomach as you feel like something huge is about to happen.

Opening your locker the flame of hope is extinguished. Grabbing your backpack you feel your best friends hand switch to your other shoulder. Getting ready to shut your locker, you notice paper hanging off of your locker you grab it turning around.

It's his hand on your shoulder and she's gone.

"You know," he says,"I hate when you think those things about yourself, beautiful. I would go out with you. So will you?"

You can feel yourself blushing and nod, walking away hand in hand.

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Hope. It turns into maybe's then could be's then definately's.

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