The Art of Hope

The Art of Hope

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Julian, the boy who played soccer, the boy who always had one earphone in his right ear, the boy with close cropped, auburn hair, the boy who went wherever live took him, never paid much attention to Lily, the girl who was incredibly shy, the girl who had a knack for creating things, the girl with long tangles of blonde hair and a messy fringe, the girl with her whole life planned ahead of her. That is, until one cool autumn afternoon. That's the start of when Julian doesn't stop noticing her. - 2016. Hayley M cover by @soundthealarm
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--Re-written-- When I was 8 we were playing hide and seek in the little park surrounded by bush down the street from my house. It was a large group of us. It was always fun down at the park, since our parents never really came and checked on us. Being twins, Taylor and myself had a bigger amount of freedom then the other kids in our grade, so all the parents trusted at if the Norm Twins were going to be somewhere, their kids would be safe, even though we were young. And that was always true. This particular time at the park we were playing hide and seek. It was one of our favorite games to play. Taylor, Rachel and Connor always had the best hiding spots. I loved counting. The suspense. So I was counting. We counted to 90 so everyone could get the optimal spots in the park. The deal was that we never went too far into the bush. The boulder was our guide. I counted to 90, like normal, and then started looking. There were always specific spots that people hid in, so they were my first points to check. Oddly, no one was in any of them. But to my 8 year old self that made the whole thing better. I started looking hard. But didn't find anyone. I started to call out, starting to get worried. But no one called back. --- Danielle Norm, a musician, dancer, and comitted school student, is just looking to get through school in one piece...

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