Hi everyone!!

U guys can know me as Sam...

Iv decided to stop slogging around my house n start doing something productive...

Sooo...since i'm crazy about reading books, i decided why not to try writing something n make u guys enjoy..

I hope u all like what i write.

All of u are more than welcome to give me responses and criticize, though just keep in mind that this is my first attempt.

The books name is Hope

Here is the chapter 1 to u guys..

"This will always remind you of who you are!!!

MINE!! and only MINE!!!

You can never get away from me!! NEVER!!!"

I woke up with a sudden start, sweating from head to toe, panting. It was the same everyday. No exceptions, but i still hadn't been able to get used to it. I turned towards my alarm. 5:30AM. Again. God only knows why i set the bloody thing to 6:00AM every night when i had my own personal alarm that goes off every single morning. Deciding i could hardly be able to sleep anymore i get up and start getting ready for school.

I went inside the bathroom and started with my morning ritual. My life had been like this for the last 3yrs. I didn't mind though. It was better this way. Heavenly even. After all the years of- NO!!! I will not think about it. There is nothing for you there. Nothing at all. I told myself mentally.

Even this was same. Me reminding and chastising myself over and over again whenever i thought about it. Which, if i was being truthful to myself, was every day. It was the first thought to cross my mind in the morning and also the last at night.

I take a long shower and then walk towards my closet. I never had to worry about what i wore. It was always the same. Jeans and shirt. If i had to go out somewhere, which wasn't much, then slacks and shirt. All i had in my wardrobe was this only. Not that i didn't have enough money or something. Oh no!! far from that. Its just the way i liked it.

MY alarm finally went off. Looking at my clock i realized i still had a lot of time to kill and so i went to prepare my breakfast and then read something. Its a habit of mine, to check the time every now and then. Initially i didn't know why i did that when i could have gone the whole day without a watch because everything i did was always systematic, always in control. But then i realized that i looked at it because i was so used to looking at it all that time back when i wished that days would over quickly, when i wished that someday i would be able to get out.

I was reading when i heard my best friend honk her horn. I picked up my bag, phone, keys, wallet and left. No, i don't live by myself but it almost always feels like that. Not that i'm complaining, in fact i liked living alone. My mom was the other being living with me. Currently she is with her new husband in Hawaii. So much for making up to me.

I walked towards my friends shiny red Porsche Carrera. I loved cars. In fact i was the one who gave her parents the idea about this car. It was her 18th birthday present. I got inside and laughed looking at her face. She looked like she just realized she forgot to wear her bra. Again. So being me, i asked her exactly that.

"What's up? You forgot your bra or what? Again?"

She scowled at me "NO!! and don't you dear remind me of that!! it was sooo embarrassing!!".

I raised my eyebrow. Silently asking her whats wrong.

"My brother is coming." She said with a sad sigh. She started the car.

"OK. What exactly is your problem then? From what i'v heard from your parents, he seemed like a nice guy."

She gave me a look. " Exactly!! my parents love him, absolutely adore him. He graduated and is handling dad's business so early. I have to do something!! something that make him look not so good in front of them. Otherwise they'll forget about me when he comes." She sounded so sad when she said that last bit that i actually wanted to stop his brother from coming. But i knew its not true. Her parents loved her too. She was their 'little princess'. She had absolutely nothing to worry about.

"Oh come on Giselle!! your parents love you and you know it. Stop worrying about it. Beside didn't you tell me that there is one thing that your parents absolutely hate about your brother?" I asked her.

"Umm..yaa...that he is a big time womaniser. But what does that have to do with me?" She asked confused. For someone great at making bitchy plans she sure turned out to be slow. And for someone not into all that stuff i surely have great potential in this field.

"What i mean is that you can use that against him. You know take him to parties and all and make him meet new girls etc etc. Your parents will be pretty pissed when he gets all those girls to your place. Easy Peasy."

She stared at me as if she couldn't believe that i could actually come up with something like this. Frankly i couldn't believe myself.

"Wow. That is an amazing idea. You totally are my best friend!!" She squealed and would have surely given me a hug if she wasn't driving.

We talked more about random stuff. She told me that she was going out with Ryan, her boyfriend, in the evening. Ryan was a sweet guy. They didn't have the typical love story. High school cheerleader and football team captain. Giselle while was the High school cheerleader, 'miss popular', the girl every guy in our school wanted to be with, Ryan was just the opposite. He was not the football team captain, far from it, the poor lad was actually pretty scared of balls. Ryan was a geek. He was also one of my really good friend. My only other good friend. We both had met at a workshop for all sorts of machinery. During the talk session we both were the only ones asking relevant questions and so we became friends gradually. It was actually surprising when i found out that Giselle had fallen for him first. He wasn't ugly or something but he wasn't popular and i never could have guessed that she would actually have a thing for him. Deep inside i had started liking her more because of that. Later it was no news that Ryan liked her too. Not because she was beautiful, though she was plenty of that with her straight brown hair, blue eyes and a little tanned skin, he like her because of who she really was. She might be the 'miss popular' on top but fr me and Ryan she was nothing but a girl who never hesitated in giving a piece of her mind.

We finally reached our school and got out of the car. As soon as Giselle was spotted by the rest of the kids they all surrounded her. Boys because they wanted to go out with her ignoring the fact that she was already with someone. Girls because they wanted to pretend like they've known her from the day she was born. It was the same daily. Ryan came towards us and gave me smile that said: they really have nothing better to do? do they? Ryan actually looked a lot like Giselle, brown hair, tanned skin, except he had dark brown eyes contrasting to her blues.