Hope's POV
Hacking.
It's such harsh word. Always associated with bad.
I'm a hacker.
Thats another harsh word. It's such a label as well.
Not all hackers are bad.
Ones like me just want to reveal the truth.
I pull out my old IPhone 4 out of the wooden box and turn it on. I swore that I would never do this again but it helps me cope.
It's been a month and a half since Pippa was murdered. Felix's trial has just started. Since he was going to Juvy it wasn't going to take as long. I've been in the mental ward of the children hospital until two weeks ago. I've been asked to be the main witness at Felix's trial.
I watch my I Phone 4 come to life. Its little click tells me it's happy to see me. I punch in my password and then scroll to my apps. I click on one and type in another password. This app is my main domain of hacking. I can access just about anything using it.
I flick through all my previous files before turning it off and putting it in my pocket. I pull my school bag over my shoulders before pulling my hood over my head. I walk out the door and start off for the bus stop.
I get to the stop just in time and take off my hood. I slowly walk towards the back where the only free seat is. The havoc of the bus dies down by the time I sit down. All eyes are fixed on me. I don't look up but instead pull out my phone and start tapping away.
Soon the bus is up to it's normal volume and things, including people, are being thrown all over the place. More than once I'm hit with a scrunched up piece of paper. The bus stops and one kid who's standing up on his seat, falls forward into the girl who's in front of him, lap. As Oooo erupt from the bus the door opens and a bunch of sixteen year old jocks get onto the bus.
One runs up the back of the bus and stands next to my seat before yelling to his mates to pass the ball. They chuck it but their aim is off and it soars through the air heading my direction. I pull my head down, not even taking my eyes off my phone, and the ball narrowly misses my head and hits the girl behind me who's wearing a ridiculous pink Tutu.
They jock next to me yells at his friends for having a really bad aim, before he apologies to the girl and takes his ball back from her. He sits down in the seat next to me but somehow manages to knock me in the process, and my phone falls flat on the floor.
"Shit." He mutters, and picks it up. "Sorry." He says.
He holds it out for me to take and I grab hold of it, before his eyes lock with mine. He stares into my eyes for two seconds before I break a small smile.
"Thanks." I say sarcastically, before scanning it over for cracks.
"Luke, Mate, you could of caught that." Someone says their voice nearing us.
"Your throw was shit. The ball hit Miss Cinderella, back there." Says Luke.
"Her names Amethyst, not Cinderella." I mutter.
"Oh Hope." I look up to see the person that had thrown the ball. Of course my brain thinks. There's only one person who can throw that badly. "How nice of you to grace us with you presence, your know it allness" Rory says doing a royal bow at the end.
"It's my displeasure." I say glaring at him, before crossing my right leg over the left and continuing to tap away on my phone.
When the bus finally gets to school I have to restrain myself from kissing the ground. It felt like the bus ride would never end.
