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A/N this story might start out slow,but oh well. After I complete I will edit it. So I guess for right not just enjoy. :3 oh and I will try to upload twice a week because I feel like once might not be enough. Well here we go ._.
Prolouge:
A little bit of hope is all you need. When I was born there was a lot of hope in the air. My parents were hoping I didn't die in the womb, and the doctors were hoping I'd be born alive and that I was healthy. Hope goes a long way, and usually helps any given situation. So that's my parents named me: Hope Perkins. Born a premature baby not expected to walk with low brain functions. But I could sure talk and my Brain functioned quite alright. The walking though that didn't show up as fast.
I was three years old when Momma put me in the stroller and took me to the park. It was then that I knew it was my time. My time to shine and exceed everyone's expectations. I grabbed Momma's hand and said "I'm ready." I pushed out of the stroller and finally felt my feet touch the earth. The cool grass swaying in the autumn breeze. Ever since then I've been doing both walking and exceeding expectations.
I exceeded Momma and Pa's expectations when I was choosen for a special enhanced educational camp over summer. Where I learned many things today that have made me a more intelligent person. I exceed my own expectations in the third grade push-up test. I had been right after Mark Evans who had slammed down 32 push-ups. The whole class know about my disability, but I was still ashamed. My gym teacher, Mrs. Clark asked if I wanted to go through it I nodded feeling pure adrenile pulsing through my whole body. I was determined to beat the class low of eight, so I beant down on the ground and got into position. Mrs. Clark started her stop watch signaling the start of my minute to do these push-ups. Down, up, one. Down, up, two. Down, up, three. I proceeded doing push-ups and just I had finished doing my eighth, Mrs. Clark declared there were ten seconds left. In the ten seconds I slammed down two more push-ups. My arms had never felt so much pain, but it was worth it because when I stood up the whole class pounded my back and cheered.
Another time I can tell you about is in the fifth grade where I stood up to my own bully Molly McDougal. She was the biggest toughest and roughest girl in our grade. It was a quite recess everyone tired out from taking standarized tests I decided to swing. I shuffled over trying to get the last one. I noticed Molly standing near by. She sneered at me "Does the wittle baby need pushed on the swings?" I sighed knowing today would not be my day. "No Molly," I said will pumping my legs gathering enough force to start swinging. "I want to help the wittle sprout!" Molly giggled to the other girls. She came right behind me and pushed me off the swing. I felt my face hit the mulch, hard. I'd never been so mad before. I pulled myself up and that's when I exploded. "MOLLY YOU'RE JUST A NO GOOD BRAT! MY MOMMA SAYS THAT KIDS LIKE YOU ARE JUST JEALOUS."I screamed. "Why would I be jealous of a little babe?" She said obviously trying to hide the hurt from her face."You're jealous because no matter how hard you try you'll never be as special or as loved as I am." I said knowing it was the truth. "N-Nah uh" Molly stammered knowing it was the truth. I walked off feeling more proud of myself then ever.
But no matter how many stories i tell none well be as could as the one I plan to tell to you today. The story of my first love. Eighth grade was the year young love had filled my heart. I knew it seemed too young, but it happens trust me.
