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Hope was a 16 year old boy from the bustling city of Palumpolum. His bright Silver hair and Emerald Green eyes had attracted many wayward glances in his years. A quiet, reserved kid who, in most instances, kept to himself. the boy was neither an outcast nor a popular kid. But then again he really didnt care about his social status.

But one day, PSICOM had stumbled across a drinking party that Hope had been invited to. The problem was that he didn't know there would be Alcohol at all. All Hope knew, was that Kora, his best friend, was hosting a party that his parents were okay with, while they were out of town.

O-O-O (Taken from Pulse99, thanks dude!)

Hope's mind raced as fast as his heart beat, trying to keep up with the pulsing rythm of the party around him. He smelled the stale scent of alcohol. He still tasted the cherry lip gloss of Rose, his girlfriend and was unwilling to leave her warm embrace. Unfortunatley, he saw Kora and in that instant, before got blocked by the crowd, Hope noticed the bottle in his hand.

He looked left and right in search of Kora, but all he saw was beer bottles, barely clothed women he knew personally and the occasional couple on a piece of furniture. Hope shrugged and kept walking. Finally, along the back wall, he saw him. As Hope drew closer blood pressure rose, He was tried to cast Fire but then he remembered he wasn't a L'cie anymore. Hope was enraged at Kora for drinking. If any of the officials caught wind of this there would be hell to pay.

He strode over to his supposed best friend and for a few moments, he didn't even notice him. But as time wore on, his patience dwindled. Finally he snapped. "Kora!" he yelled, regardless of the girls grinding against them. Startled, Kora jumped and turned to see a steaming Hope. Seeing his friend in a sober state had made Kora a little angry, but he contained it. "Oh hey dude! Wh- What are you do- doin'?" he managed to stammer out in between hiccups. "I was just about to ask you the same thing. Why in the hell are you drinking Kora? If our parents or PSICOM find out about this-" "Now you listen here" Kora said with evident anger in his voice "I was the one who planned this party, payed for it with my own money and now you of all people think that i can't handle a couple of beers? If you think im going to stop just because my best friend told me to, you're sadly mistaken."

Hope couldn't believe that Kora would say anything like that, even drunk. Kora continued "If you don't want to be around beer, then leave, 'cause I don't want to be around you." Rage had swelled up in Hope's chest since he saw his friend, and he needed to show him that he wasn't kidding around. He grabbed the bottle Kora was holding and threw it across the room with all his might, shattering it and sending glass and beer everywhere.

He stormed out of the party to see an entire battalion of PSICOM about to storm the house. He turned and ran... Face first into a PSICOM brass. He stumbled, fell and got a sharp boot to the face. In a dark flash, the world drew away as the ground rose up to meet him. "Someone search him for an ID." The PSICOM officer called. A few seconds later, a younger, lesser ranked officer came back with a smell electronic data pad and said "Sir! His name is..." He double checked the main screen. "Estheim H." "Get his parents on the horn, let her know there's been an... Accident."

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