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As I stood there, in front of my mothers grave, what happened that unforgivable night 10 years ago today poured into my head, like a faucet pouring into an empty sink. (The story of what happened 10 years ago that fatal Saturday) “Come on now, you don't want to be late for school, now do you Sean?” mom asked in her soft, delicate voice. “But mom! It's Saturday, there is no school today!” I, being almost 5 years old knew the week and it's days really well for someone my age. “Oh yes, that’s right! My bad. Hey, since it's the weekend, do you want to do something fun with your dear old mom?” mom

 It was a few weeks ago when I got into an argument with my friend Ron, and told him how I felt about Hope with her just happening to be literally 10 feet away. Ever since, Hope hasn't said anything to me, and when she would try to, she would start blushing and run away. With Ron, we patched things up and we are talking again. Today we were taking notes out of the text book, meanwhile Ron was lucky enough to be asked to help clean out an old storage room and we were texting each other. “Dude, I found a penny from 1912 in here!” Ron texted me. “That is worth a butt-load of money if it’s real.” I replied. &ld

“So Ron, what to you think of Hope?” I asked as we walked around outside during break. “I dunno.” he said as he shrugged his shoulders. “She’s too quiet, too nervous, too… shy, not my type. And besides, no offence to her or anything, but she’s kind of creepy, you know?” “No! I don’t know! Tell me, how is she weird?! HOW!?” I started shouting. “I-I don’t know, I just don’t. She just seems creepy.” he stated “What is it?” “What is what?” Ron looked confused. “What is it that makes her creepy?” I starte

 “So, where exactly are you from, Hope?” I asked her as we walked around town. At the time, I've known her for only two days. We were slowly getting to know eachother better, as the time went on I only grew to like her more more. And I could only assume she felt the same way. “I uh, I'm from down south.” Hope said in her beautifully shy, soft voice. “Anywhere specific?” I asked her as we crossed the bridge that arched over the river that cut through the middle of the town. “No, my mother and I had been  moving all around the country ever since our father left us.” Hope informed me. A tear

 Around January, my class (the ninth grade, just so you know) had a new student join our class, her name was Hope Sorenson. At the time she was being introduced, I didn't think too much of her, well, that was until I rested my eyes upon her. She was gorgeous, she had dirty blonde hair, purple eyes, (which I now know is highly rare, this eye colour, it is mostly always seen in albinism, even then it's rare), her skin was slightly tanned, and she had this indescribable smile, the best I could put is that she entirely, not just her smile, but herself as a whole, deserved nothing less than to be a goddess. Personality-wise, she was shy, nervous