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House Of Hopeless

House Of Hopeless

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione dom, dic 14, 2014
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"Hello, uh.. my name is Alex Delaporte. I'm here about the starting a club flier?" he states shakily at the front desk of the small area in front of the school. There sat in front of him was a woman, talking on the phone as she held it up to her ear. She looked up at Alex with a soft wrinkly smile. She held up her pointer finger then started looking through her stack of papers. She handed Alex a piece of paper to fill out.He filled in the blanks with his sloppy but beautiful handwriting, almost too small for her eyes to read.Alex slowly slid it back to her anxiously.The woman scanned it briefly, then hung up the phone with apparently some parent asking about schedule change. Her eyes dazzled at him. "Congrats kid. The House of Hope is officially a club at Canton High." ©All rights reserved to me, Holly Bremmer. Enjoy.
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(PART 2 OF 3) cover by: rivila_cher I stared at the number, finally realizing my suspicions were correct. Random Number: So, are you sure that we can't get you to come over the house? Me: How many times do I have to repeat myself? I will never, EVER go to that house. No matter what. I rolled my eyes, thinking how they wouldn't respond right away. But to my surprise they answered rather quickly. They sent a picture, with a caption; really? I hesitated. My phone blocks pictures from random numbers until I open them. I pressed the screen, widening my eyes in shock. ~ After escaping the hell the four boys called home, (Y/n) was forced into Therapy when her voice was taken from her. Too scared to even mention the past to anyone. Until one day... They slither their way into her life once more.

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