Chapter 1
"Hope!" Rebekah shouted, "Breakfast is ready!"
"Coming!" she answered.
Hope sat at her gold provincial French dressing table, combing through her perfect cascading natural light waves. She was the definition of beauty; glowing pearl-white skin, light blue eyes, luscious blonde wavy hair and the thickest and longest butterfly black eyelashes. Hopes whole bedroom was decorated in gold and black French styled décor, the whole house was French styled but Rebekah preferred white and light pink. Hope always found the dark more comforting, it was how she had always been. As she got up from her dressing table, her black skater dress draped around her perfect figure. She slid on her Marc Jacobs owl-embroidered velvet burgundy loafers, picked up her black vintage Chanel backpack and strolled downstairs. Rebekah had made yogurt, fruit compote and granola with a side of a tropical fruit salad, and pomegranate and rose juice. Hope had the same thing every morning before school. "Can you believe you graduate tomorrow!" Rebekah exclaimed. "Hmmm…" Hope sighed. "What's up?" Rebekah asked. "I've worked so hard, got straight A's and I'm Valedictorian but the only person who is going to be there to see me is my Mom." "What's wrong with me?" Hope started to feel bad, "I just wish I knew what happened to my Father." "You will one day but until then, you have me." "You never tell me anything about him." "Don't push your luck."There was silence until hope had finished.
"Why do you never eat?" Hope pondered, she'd heard all the excuses before but she knew she hadn't heard the truth.
"I'm not a morning person, and you don't eat much either."
It was true, all the other kids at school all had massive appetites but Hope was lucky if she could manage a meal but she was always thirsty, no matter how much she drank.
Graduation day passed and everybody Hope knew left to go to college, but she stayed. Rebekah said that they were moving across country for a while, and Hope wasn't sure what she wanted to do anyway, maybe a year would give her time to think.