So a lot has happened this week, first a bombing in Boston then an explosion in Texas. I'm curious about how someone can be that horrible that they can do something that can endanger someone's life. -_- But honestly this week has me wondering, wondering what would happen if more people where apart of the bombing or if more people injured and or hurt. Horrible as my thoughts are, I will try to make this chapter long and good, not depressed or morbid. Hope you wondrous readers like the last chapter.

-Cutie Kyuubi,

Thank you again for the constant support on my story. And I don't speak French or Dutch, I know English and am currently learning Spanish, my little brother is learning Dutch and helped me think of what the book should say. And I agree, to many people make it as though Benson is the bad guy. I think he just gets mad because Mordecai and Rigby almost never do their jobs, then whenever they do some freaky shit happens.

341,

You were right, thank you for taking time out of your day to answer the challenge. I was terrified that my brother gave me the wrong translation. I hope you have enjoyed the story so far. If you are interested, you are welcome to submit an OC, I plan to use most OCs that get submitted sometime or another during this story. And sorry if I misspelled your username, the computer I'm currently using won't let me have two tabs open at once.

Also, if you want to you are welcome to PM me some ideas, I'll say who the ideas came from. I'm going to try my hand at putting some French and Spanish in this chapter, translations will be at the end.

GO UP, READ THE LAST LINE!

DON'T BE LAZY, DO IT NOW!

That is all :3...

Hope was bored and when Hope is bored, she will do almost do anything to have fun. "Kris, why were you trapped in a book? Being trapped in a book sounds like a bit of fun."

Kris snorted. "It's not fun, believe me! All you can do is walk around in a made-up world, talk to dead people, and you never get any older. How old are you anyways?"

This time Hope snorted. "That does sound boring! And I'm seventeen, the book said that if I used it, it would drain three years off my life. To put it nicely, it was a sham."

Kris turned on the TV and flick through the channels rapidly. "Do we have any Gummy Worms?"

"What kind and why should I give you some of my Gummy Worms?" Hope asked.

"Any kind! I love me some Gummy Worms!" Kris exclaimed.

Hope and Kris shared a high five. Mordecai and Rigby busted through the door. "OOOOHHHHHH!" They started spinning in circles, fist pumping.

"I can't believe you did that, Mordecai!" Rigby screamed in excitement.

"I can't believe I did it either, Rigby, or should I say, Wing-man!" Mordecai said and laughed.

"Dios, ¿alguna vez se callaran?" Hope said obviously annoyed.

"Whoa, you speak German?" Rigby said surprised.

"Elle parle l'espagnol, j'ai cependant, parle français" Kris stated. Kris had learned quite a bit about Hope in the past two hours they had been alone together.

"Mordecai, look now they can plot against us and we would know nothing." Rigby said, suspicion showing on his face.

Hope huffed at Rigby's idiot ways. "So what were you dancing and parading about for, Mordecai? Let me guess. Umm, Rigby proposed?" Hope playfully joked.

Mordecai fake swooned. "I wish, but I have a date with Margaret."

Hope's heart felt as though it had broken. She had no idea why she felt this way. She couldn't help but think, 'I can't like Mordecai, he is my friend. And it will turn awkward.' "Congratulation, Bro. I'm happy for you. So where are you taking the lovely lady?" Would Hope admit to what she was thinking? No, not ever. But she could just tag along!

"Well, I'm thinking of taking her to a simple place. Maybe, either Dumpling's or Olive Garden." Mordecai said.

"Why, don't you let us teach you some things you should know about wooing a girl?" Hope asked in an innocent voice.

Mordecai replied, "Hope, I'd love too, but I've already kissed Margaret before."

"What?!" Hope shrieked.

"I did, but only once. She don't remember it though." Mordecai looked depressed, but managed a weak smile.

"What? Why? How could someone forget that they kissed someone?" Hope asked, feeling sorry for her fellow bird.

"I went back in time and made it to where she didn't remember. She didn't like the kiss, I had bad breath." Mordecai said sadly.

"Je suis désolé, c'est terrible!" Kris exclaimed from the couch, which she was laying on.

"Sí, mi amigo." Hope nodded.

"Rigby, mind helping me get ready for my date?" Mordecai said in a sing song voice.

"Sure!" Rigby cheerfully chirped, following Mordecai up the stairs to their room.

Kris waited til they were out of site to talk to Hope, whose face had fell slighty as soon as Mordecai had mentioned his date. "You like him, don't you?"

Hope looked at the floor, dodging Kris' questioning gaze. "I can't have him he is head-over-heels in love with Margaret. And why would he like me?"

"Hey, you're pretty; no, you're gorgeous! And I'm sure this Margaret girl don't have any thing on you. I've only known you for two days-since you summoned me from that dreaded book. Does she know Spanish and some French? Granted, I taught you a tad bit of French, but I'm sure she don't know any of it, I'm sure that is a no." Kris attempted to pep talk her newest friend. "And I know what its like to like someone you can't have. My crush used to be my co-worker, Skips."

"Thanks, Kris. But you liked Skips? I mean its cool, you fancy who you fancy. He still works here, you know." Hope said.

Kris smiled. "I'll see him later! How about we have a date of our own?" A devious smile erupted on to her face that soon was plastered to Hope's face as well.

"This is why we became friends!" Hope said proudly.

Hope and Kris ran to Hope's room to try on different clothes, so they would have some air of class about them. They tried on many different combinations of shirts, jeans, skirts, and dresses.

Kris settled for her everyday Bell-Bottom Jeans and sandals with a off-the-right-shoulder white and black shirt. She applied light blush, black eyeliner, sparkly light pink eyeshadow, and clear lip-gloss.

Hope was sporting a green Hollister shirt that came right above her belly button, a black skirt that came two inches above her knees, and knee high black and purple Converse. She was wearing lip gloss, mascara, and pink eyeliner.

Hope looked astounded at herself in the mirror. "This is what I look like?"

Kris chuckle oblivious to Hope's past. "Well, duh! You look like that! Haven't you ever seen a mirror."

Hope allowed a nervous look to pass though her eyes. "Kris, I know we just met like three days ago, but if I told you a story that was so unbelievable you have to take my word you it. Will you listen to my story?"

Kris nodded.

Hope began. "When I was born, I was born a second child. My mom was overjoyed; my dad however, despised me at the moment I was out of the womb. As I grew up, my mom taught me everything I know; from home remedies to sowing to hunting. My mom...she was my hero, my shining star, my reason and only way of living; one day she just didn't wake up. That was when I was six, the next two years after her death, my dad beat my sister, Paige, and I on regular basis. Then when I was eight, a policeman found me and I told him every thing. A month later we lived on our own, I didn't have to hunt, so I gave up on the everything-from-animals lifestyle and became vegan. I started school and was put in a higher grade due to my mom teaching me to a fifth grade level, I graduated early, a few weeks ago to be precise. Then on one faithful day, I got into a fight with my best friend, stormed off, and fell from my world to yours. Heard anything believable yet?"

"Hey, remember I was sucked into a book a decade ago? Anything can happen here!" Kris playfully ruffled Hope's black feathers. "Let's go, we have a date to crash."

Hope rolled her purple eyes. "Once again, this is why we are friends!"

This is not one of my best works -_-...

So this was a bonding chapter, you learned a lot about Hope's background, and Mordecai finally got some luck with Margaret; all in a day, right? So I'm going to give the translations now...

Dios, ¿alguna vez se callaran? - God, do you ever shut up?

Elle parle l'espagnol, j'ai cependant, parle français- She speaks Spanish, I however, speak French

Je suis désolé, c'est terrible! - I'm sorry, that's terrible!

Sí, mi amigo. - Yes, my friend.

Can someone please tell me if I got the French right? I'd ask my sister, but the last chapter was to long (as I warned you) and she quit helping me. Also, if any of you have a question, leave a review asking it. I'll reply to them as I have done in this chapter.