History was so boring today. Not that it's unusual. Everyone was dressed in grey, black, or white. It was silent, and not in a good way. Whenever it's silent I hear a strange beeping in my head that goes on and on and on and on. You could here the tick tock of the clock. I was falling asleep until a bright, yellow flash moved across the boring room. I opened my eyes wide. I wondered if I was dreaming. The room suddenly felt less boring because of the cute, beautiful, neon yellow, new girl who just made the room a whole lot brighter.
"So your name is Hope, right?" I was flabbergasted. Why was she, the new girl with a bright personality talking to me? And in a nice way! "Yeah. How do you know my name?" I quietly said. "Molly told me." She responded, "And she also told me about the incident in first grade. And how everyone hates you. Sorry about saying that. But I just don't understand. That little event was just a silly misunderstanding. And you seem perfectly nice. My name's Emmy. May I please sit here?" She gestured to the lunch table seat next to me. I nodded and she talked to ME the whole lunch period.
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13 Hopes
General FictionThis book is about a 12 year old girl named Hope who hates herself and doesn't have any friends and feels neglected by her family. It's also about how all of that changes and how she becomes content and pleased with her life. After her 13th birthday...
