Death. So fucking final. I'd never realized just how final until that fateful night.
"Hope hold on, honey!" my dad yelled as our car screeched and he swerved across the icy road, but there was no way for him to stop the inevitable. We hit the embankment and the car rolled over and over. Since I was the only one with a seatbelt on 'my parents' had both jammed the day before, due to either cold or age' help me as we tumbled.
They screamed my name, but I was beyond words. I was just plain screaming in terror. My mom's side of the car slammed into something, halting us abruptly, and then there was silence. My head and ears rang as I fought against the darkness. I'd definitely hit my head at some point, and sharp pains in my chest and hand threatened to pull me under further, but I had to help my family. My mom made a noise then, a whimper which almost broke through the ringing in my head, but that pained, terrified sob was cut off swiftly, and I heard a thump.
I wanted to call out for her, but consciousness slipped my grasp, and an infinite amount of time passed while I hung heavily against my belt.
When hands touched me, they grabbed onto my arm first. The shot of intense pain to my system dragged me completely into the blissful darkness of unconsciousness.I woke to the strong smell of coffee, blinking through the heavy haze of sleep I tried to focus "Miss hope, breakfast is here" my maid who you can very well call my mother said to me "Thanks Ma" I replied and got up to dress, I have dreaded this day for a while now, you see 2 years ago I lost my father in an accident and ever since then my mom is like a walking corpse she is never home, drowns herself with work and alcohol so in a way I lost both my parents that day, but you see I am far from caring, I am starting senior year today in a new school i have been expelled from 4 highschools in 2 years and this is my last chance before mother dearest ships me off to an all girl boarding school in London to 'keep my wayward tendecies at bay', its not my fault as a young girl I was the epitome of love I smiled a lot was very happy hence my name but after...,"Miss Hope, Madam said I should give this to you before school" Ma said to me giving me a carefully worded letter saying I quote "Hope don't mess this up remember this is your last chance go to school if u skip I'll know and don't embarrass me" well shit.
I parked my car in the parking lot of the academy and surprisingly it was fairly empty, a few student here and there but I could still feel their questioning, curious gaze on me which I chose to ignore and head straight for the principal's office, a lady wearing a blue cashmere sweater sat outside the office smiled warmly as I approached her
"Good morning miss, I'm new here and I'm here for my schedule"
I said "ahh.... Hope Greene yes? " she replied with a slight southern accent while I nod in reply "okay..... your application says you want to major in art in college so you schedule will be modified to fit that" she said while trying something to her computer "okay here you go, your first class is history here is a map and welcome to Whitmore Academy".Surprisingly I was able to navigate through the halls and arriving in my class before the bell rang, there were a few student there already i ignored all of them and sat in the last seat in the back by the left then I felt the burn of someone gaze on me it demanded to be acknowledged so I had to look beside me and then I saw him, he had midnight blue eyes that reflected the deep blue sea and beautiful blonde hair a slightly crooked nose and slightly puckered lips he wore a black tee and ripped denim jeans and dark blue leather jacket that reminded me of his eyes which made me look back at them a look of shock, pain and fear passed through them snapping me out of my oggling "hey, are you okay" I said and he froze but before he could reply the teacher entered and started the class luckily he didn't notice me sparing me the pain of introducing myself in front of the class, and all through the class I could feel the gaze of I'm sure a blue eyed boy.
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Fading Hope
Teen FictionThe term there is always two sides of a story doesn't come from nowhere it was created to emphasize that the world would rather listen to the side that louder, the side that looks more vulnerable the side that screams out to the universe that they...