When Tides Collide

Ch. 2

This day in particularly ok, not bad or horrible, but ok. It is Hope's birthday. She walks to school and meets Ethan. "Guess what today is!" Hope says. "I have absolutely no clue. Tuesday September 13?" he responds, a blank face, "Wait, it's taco Tuesday! Yes!" "No stupid!" Hope responds, "It's my birthday!" "PPssshhhh, I knew that!" Ethan says dumbly. They walk to their first class together. Math is the worst class in everyone in the school's opinion. Mr. Fitz, the math teacher is really old and looks like he could die any second. The room smells like extremely old books. Hope hears someone say "Happy Birthday" in the front of the class. She decided to ignore the fact that it was one of the popular people and they added a loser to the end of the birthday wish. It still counted as someone knowing that it was her birthday. After a few more classes of people saying happy birthday with loser at the end, it was lunch time. Lunch is chaotic. There are about 250 people in one small, horrible smelling lunch room. Hope and Ethan were stuck in the corner of this chaos. Amanda, the mean girl, walked up to them with a piece of cake. She offered it to Hope. Hope wondered where she got a piece of cake in the middle of the school day, but didn't question it. Just as she was about to grab it, Amanda shoved it in her face. Of course, there is never a nice act that can just be a good act. There always has to be a twist. Amanda walked away laughing. "I'm so sorry," Ethan said. "I knew that would happen, she will never do anything nice just to be nice," Hope said hatefully, "Why do you even have a crush on her anyways?" "I'll go get a napkin. And, I think she is cute. I never said her soul was. I can't help but like her," Ethan said as he stood up to get a napkin. That stupid girl. I hate her! Hope thought. I hope that one day she gets what she deserves. Maybe one day I could be the one to give her what she deserves. Maybe...What felt like 600 years later, school ended. Hope and Ethan walked outside to see that their bikes were covered in bright red paint, not a good paint job, one that looked like someone threw paint on it. Hope started to cry as she turned around and saw Amanda recording. It was the most embarrassing moment in her life. She jumped on her bike, which was still wet from the paint, and raced home.

That was it. That went too far. Hope started plotting her revenge. I could throw paint on their bikes she thought to herself, no, they would call me a copy cat. I can't do that. I could put a million pieces of popcorn in their locker. No, they would know it was me. Wait, why don't I just fix it the easiest way. I could just threaten them with a gun. Scare them away. That will fix all the problems in my world. Hope walked down to her basement where her dad kept all his guns. He was a cop so he had plenty. The next day she would just pull the gun out and threaten them.