The Gift of Hope 2/?
By Tace
A/N: Even though I don't ship Spuffy, I like where this story wants to go, so I think I'll continue. This might seem really random for a bit, but all will be made clear as time goes on.
Dedicated, as always, to Luxie, Megz, Juja, Ana, and, what the hell. To Zach.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Her alarm was ringing in her ear. The 16-year-old girl groaned and rolled out of bed, turning off the annoying racket. As her brain woke up, a smile crossed her face. Today, she began the best year of her life. She was a senior, now. She got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower and brush her teeth. When she got out, she walked to her closet, pulling out a black skirt that came halfway down her thighs and a pastel pink shirt, cut low in front. She stepped into a pair of flip-flops, black with pink rhinestones, and went back into the bathroom. She finished her look with brown mascara, pink eye shadow, and cotton-candy lip-gloss. Satisfied, she walked downstairs into the kitchen. She grabbed a piece of toast, picked up her bag, and headed for the door.
"Honey?" Her mom called. "Come say goodbye." The girl sighed, and went into the living room. She hugged her mom and kissed her 5-year-old brother, Liam, on the forehead, before heading out.
She was halfway to the bus stop when a voice called to her. "Hope!" She sighed again and turned around to look at her sister. "Mom said she could give you a ride, if you want."
"That'd be cool, Anya." Hope responded. Anya nodded, and ran back to get their mom. Hope started walking slowly back to her house, as her mom's car pulled out of the garage. She got into the passenger seat and looked at Anya in the rear-view mirror. "Have a day, kid," she said.
The eight-year-old snickered.
They pulled up along side the curb in front of El Camino Real High School (A/N: a real school, but I've never been there) and Hope got out. She shut the door and smiled at her mom one last time before turning and walking up the steps into the school. Dawn Harris watched her daughter walk away, a sense of overwhelming sadness coming over her.
Hee hee hee how evil am I? Oh, well. I know it's short. I will try to update soon, as I have run out of time for now. What's going on? You'll find out after I get.... Let's say... 7 reviews for this chapter. I guess. Whatever. Please, do review, though.
Thanks to Bunny, Luxie, SinisterChic Heather Martin, MeoW03, darklover, pumpkinbelly, syringe, and ape18 for reviewing. Sorry if I forgot you.
By Tace
A/N: Even though I don't ship Spuffy, I like where this story wants to go, so I think I'll continue. This might seem really random for a bit, but all will be made clear as time goes on.
Dedicated, as always, to Luxie, Megz, Juja, Ana, and, what the hell. To Zach.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Her alarm was ringing in her ear. The 16-year-old girl groaned and rolled out of bed, turning off the annoying racket. As her brain woke up, a smile crossed her face. Today, she began the best year of her life. She was a senior, now. She got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower and brush her teeth. When she got out, she walked to her closet, pulling out a black skirt that came halfway down her thighs and a pastel pink shirt, cut low in front. She stepped into a pair of flip-flops, black with pink rhinestones, and went back into the bathroom. She finished her look with brown mascara, pink eye shadow, and cotton-candy lip-gloss. Satisfied, she walked downstairs into the kitchen. She grabbed a piece of toast, picked up her bag, and headed for the door.
"Honey?" Her mom called. "Come say goodbye." The girl sighed, and went into the living room. She hugged her mom and kissed her 5-year-old brother, Liam, on the forehead, before heading out.
She was halfway to the bus stop when a voice called to her. "Hope!" She sighed again and turned around to look at her sister. "Mom said she could give you a ride, if you want."
"That'd be cool, Anya." Hope responded. Anya nodded, and ran back to get their mom. Hope started walking slowly back to her house, as her mom's car pulled out of the garage. She got into the passenger seat and looked at Anya in the rear-view mirror. "Have a day, kid," she said.
The eight-year-old snickered.
They pulled up along side the curb in front of El Camino Real High School (A/N: a real school, but I've never been there) and Hope got out. She shut the door and smiled at her mom one last time before turning and walking up the steps into the school. Dawn Harris watched her daughter walk away, a sense of overwhelming sadness coming over her.
Hee hee hee how evil am I? Oh, well. I know it's short. I will try to update soon, as I have run out of time for now. What's going on? You'll find out after I get.... Let's say... 7 reviews for this chapter. I guess. Whatever. Please, do review, though.
Thanks to Bunny, Luxie, SinisterChic Heather Martin, MeoW03, darklover, pumpkinbelly, syringe, and ape18 for reviewing. Sorry if I forgot you.
