hope

Chapter 1

Run, faster, faster, if they can't catch you you'll be fine

Out of all days this could happen it has to be the night before I leave for Boarding School. They more or less best me up, at least I didn't go to the hospital. Walking into my first day of high school with a broken arm or peg would've been so embarrassing......
I got a black eye, a scraped knee, and cuts on my face, then again my wrists were bleeding too but not because of them.

I woke up after nearly escaping my old middle school bullies and my mom was infuriated at the fact I didn't tell her. Hey, I don't tell you everything mom! But it's easy for her to find out about the bullying because they always target my face and nothing else.

"We need to put you in martial arts classes Alice" my mom said facepalming

"Too late for that now..." I said quietly so she wouldn't hear, I had toast in my mouth anyway.

I finished my breakfast and hopped into the shower. Nice and hot! I swept my hair from my face and sighed looking up. I never knew why but showers always seemed to let me think about things, bad, or good things. Mostly bad, but, this time was diffrent. My head was filled with the thought of Hope Ivy, my crush since she moved here from the 7th grade would be attending the school I'm going to. She hates me but I love her, ever since that day she moved in right next to us. But her family is rich, I didn't know they weren't snobby, rich, and braggy people like in the movies. When they moved in I thought they would always be- ACK! my head!
I forgot to take my pills.

I got out of the shower and dried my hair and put on a sweatshirt and my baggy jeans. Then proceeded to brush my hair to make my mom proud because all hell rains down if I don't. I don't wanna say anything about that. I plopped about 3 pills into the back of my throat and gulped down some Gatorade for extra electrolytes.

I then brushed my teeth and put my hair in a messy bun. I walked out into the kitchen and saw my mom getting my luggage out of my room

"Mom, it's okay! I know this hurts your back let me do it!"

"Okay darlin'! Just don't hurt yours doin it!"

Ahhh, mom, I want her accent but instead I'm stuck with my French one. In case you didn't know, I was born in France, my birth mom was French and my dad was an American if I'm correct. The woman I call mom is one of my adoptive mothers, that's right, I have two moms, get over it I love them to death.

I took my bags out to the car and hummed a song from the musical Hamilton.

"Hamilton doesn't hesitate, he exhibits to restraint~"

I finished up loading the car and went back inside.

"I'm done!" Time for a 3 hour drive.

To speed up things we put a bit of cotton over my eye and held it there with medical tape wrapping it around my head, and my shin/knee while a click from a door down the hall could be heard by both of us

"Look who's finally up" mom said.

"I've been working boi"

Jen, is the fun mom, more like laid back but who cares, and, I call Jen, Jen because calling both mom would be confusing. And Jen works online and I honestly forget what for but she does.

"Want some pancakes Jen?" I ask holding up syrup

"Sure sweet pea"

I toss the bottle to her and she catches it then slides on her socks to the counter the the extra pancakes, toast, and jelly are. And eats a plate of it the fastest I've ever seen her eat then she ran to shower. And came out about 7 minutes later she came back, her hair curled and wearing a dress with the Maruders Map from Harry Potter printed on it

"Let's go"

Me and mom both were amazed by how she looked "yeah..." we said at the same time and stumbled out to the car