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Chapter two; First Love pt.1

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚠𝚗

𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍

𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛

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"'Hope,' he says, 'you may call me hope,' he says." My attempts at mocking his voice were futile in relieving my annoyance.

'He didn't want to give me his real name.' I thought solemnly. But these thoughts weren't the only ones inhabiting my mind during that time.

'Did he not trust me?'

'What kind of name is "hope" anyway?'

'I didn't need to know his real name anyways!'

But it wasn't like I wasn't going to visit him after learning his real name. It would've actually made me feel closer to him. But still, that really can't be judged, "Hope" didn't know mine either.

My mind filled with thoughts as I stepped over the thick brambles, making my way home. And even though the rain poured on, I took my time, admiring the beautiful features of this forest.

The flowers, the trees, and the rabbits in hiding were all a part of the forest. And at that moment, I wished I were like them: a part of something bigger, all contributing to create something beautiful.

The path home was silent, and it was when I got home that I realized something.

"Hope," I said, "Where have I heard that before?"

Not just used in a sentence, but rather, as a name. The thought provoked curiosity, but I brushed it off as something I read about a dolphin.

Yet it still faintly lingered.

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"These girls are just so annoying! They're so self-centered and gossip about anyone to everyone. I can't stand those types of people, those people who apply hundreds of layers of makeup on their face instead of paying attention in class, those two-faced cookieless pieces of Oreos probably can't even spell correctly! Like seriously. Mio pretends to have clear skin, but her skin complexion is terrible! The other girls seriously are plastic freak-"

My long rant was interrupted by Hope's book slamming shut.

"You shouldn't bad-mouth others."

"Why not? They deserve it anyway! They gossip and bully others-"

"Doesn't that make you the same as them? You're gossiping about them to me, you're talking trash about them to me."

"'Cause I'm a good person, and they're the bad ones!"

He gives me a stern look, "...What's the difference? The reason why they're 'bad' is that they gossip, right? Then if you're doing the same thing as them...aren't you just like them?"

"That doesn't make me the same as them!" my voice rose.

I covered my mouth immediately and flinched, expecting an outburst from him due to instinct.