Audrey could not stand the fact that nobody would fight. Nobody would fight for an end to people being brutally murdered. Nobody would fight for justice. Nobody cared about what kind of sentence the accused gunman received, not even the other victims or their loved ones. Nobody had any more hope, except for Audrey, and a boy named Liam Davidson.
Liam was sixteen. His little brother, Luke, was killed in the same shooting as Anna.
Audrey decided Maya St. John herself would be the only person that could help. The only problem was, Maya had died years ago. Audrey went to the cemetery where Maya had been buried. Her tombstone read, "Maya St. John full of ideas, not thoughts," directly to Maya's left was her brother, "Harrie St. John a lover, dreamer, fighter 'till his very last breath."
Audrey placed a single daisy at each of their graves. She knelt before Maya and began to speak, "Maya, I love all of your work, and I know you stopped being such an activist shortly after everything with Harrie happened, but we need some positivity down here. Everybody has just stopped... hoping. We need you, I need you."
Suddenly Audrey heard rustling in the leaves. "Is someone there," she called out. A tall, skinny boy removed himself from behind a tree. "Hi, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I'm Liam your Audrey, right? We have geometry together," He grinned. Audrey couldn't help but think he seemed to have hope, just like her.
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Hope
FantasyPeople rely on hoping. They Hope that the bad will pass and the good will remain. Hope continuously fails to meet our expectations, but we keep relying on it. It is the backbone of this falling society. What if one day everyone just stopped hoping...
