Fabricated Hope

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Chapter One-

I could only feel myself plummeting. I was dropping down into a black void filled with nothing but worry. It was a place where nothing existed but me and my feelings and thoughts. No one could counter what I believed in, since there was no one here. Well, maybe there could be someone. Maybe if I believe.

I whisked my worn out satchel off my desktop, and put it upon myself. Then, I trudged out of my room and down the stairwell. “Good morning Kelfy!” My six year old sister Suzie shouted. “Good morning, Cricket. Once you get your front teeth back, maybe you’ll actually be able to say my name right!” I patted her head and grabbed an apple and sat at the table for breakfast. “Are you excited for school today?” I inquired of Suzie. “Of course I am! I can’t wait! Mrs. Dutch, the principle, said that we are gonna have to sign songs to the parents!”

I couldn’t help but just stare intently at Suzie. “Sounds like fun, kid. I hope you have a great day today.” I stared into my apple. Poor kid, our mother died a few years ago from breast cancer. My dad however, just up and left, no goodbye. I am in no way surprised. My mother was what kept him grounded; she was the base of his life. Before they met my dad had a horrible criminal record. Then, my mother came along and suddenly he wanted to become a better person. As soon as she died, he started drinking and smoking, and doing illegal drugs. Soon after he left, I called up my grandparents and told them what had happened, so they let me and Suzie live in their vacation home here in Washington, which is totally different from California, where I came from.

“Are you excited for your first day?” Suzie asked. “Not really, people in high school are dumb. Actually Suzie, you and all the other first graders at your new school are probably much smarter than all high school kids in this entire state.” I rolled my eyes and Suzie giggled. To tell the truth, I probably won’t even go. I don’t fancy the idea that a grades and tests restrict my intelligence.  I will most likely wander into the forest and write, read, and possibly sleep.  

I looked at the stove clock that read seven thirty. “Oh shoot! Suzie, we have to get you to school! You mustn’t be late!” I grabbed her backpack and ushered her out the door and into the car. Once we started driving Suzie asked, “Why do you drive such an old car, Kelfy?” I laughed. “First of all, it’s Kelsey. Second, I adore classic cars. They’re much better than the stuff you get today.” She shrugged and pointed to a road sign. It was a pet groomer’s and she liked the cat on the sign. I doubt she realized it offered free spaying with a grooming appointment.

“Here we are. Have a great day little Cricket. I’ll pick you up at two-thirty!” She jumped out of the car and was greeted by a young blonde lady. With that, I drove off towards my new high school. I decided I will give it some time, and if I really want to, I’ll just hang out in the forest instead.

As I drove into the parking lot, of course, everyone’s attention turned to my electric blue 1956 Ford Pickup Truck. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice the sea of eyes I was drowning in, but it was very difficult to say the least. I got out and made my descent to the main office, the place where I was supposed to receive my schedule. “Your name is?” The old gangly woman behind the counter asked me. “Kelsey Lumen.” I replied. The lady handed me the schedule and turned to another student in line behind me. Great, first period English! My favorite subject is in the beginning of the day so I can easily slip away later in the day! Although, it’s the farthest class from the parking lot, so I might have to factor that in later. 

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