450: FOURTEEN YEARS OLD

FOURTEEN YEARS OLD

New school, new friends and new rules.  0

Hope sighed. She was in her last grade in middle school. So, why should she move to this remote place? Hope didn't understand, among all over the places and cities, why Serefina should choose mystic river village?

Just the sound of it gave Hope goosebumps. She never heard about this place before, though Lana had told her that they had lived there for five years when she was a child, but she didn't remember anything about this place. 

Well, Hope guessed she was too young to remember anything. 

However the new building of her school was nothing like her old one. This was just… a little bit… old.

Her old school was one of the famous middle schools in the red river city, sophisticated and modern with an artistic touch. 

Hope sighed. Why couldn't they just let her stay for another one year so she could graduate from that school?

Now, she really regretted what she had done. All these consequences were not worthy at all! 

Hope gritted her teeth and clutched her bag tightly to suppress the disappointment in her heart upon seeing the old building. 

To placate her, Kace had bought everything that she wanted and fought with Serefina because she argued he was spoiling her too much, but it didn't make Hope feel any better. 

She wanted to go back to her previous school and be with her friends. She didn't want to start everything from the beginning with people again who she would only know for one year before all of them enrolled in the high school.

Though in this kind of place, it was most likely Hope would see the same people even when she went to high school. 

There were not many options here after all. 

Hope walked toward the administration room and met a women with curly blonde hair, which tumbled around her shoulders. She wore golden spectacles that covered almost half of her face.

"Are you Hope Mason?" The woman smiled brightly and Hope couldn't help but return the gesture.

Well, this was not as bad as she thought. 

"Yes." Hope nodded and gave her a large brown envelope for her registration.

While she checked on Hope's documents, she introduced herself. "You can call me Mrs. Abby." She glanced at Hope to see her nodding her head and continued. "Why did you decide to move here from a big city like red river?" 

"My mother wants to move here. She is from here." That was the best reason that Hope could come up with. She didn't think that the first person that she met would want to know that detail. 

"Oh, really?" Mrs. Abby raised her brows. "I had never heard about a family named Mason before. You know, this is a small village, that your neighbor could hear even when you are just breathing." She winked at Hope before her eyes drifted to the computer in front of her again. 

"That's creepy." Hope mumbled. 

"Why are you shifting schools in your last grade?" It was not common to move in their last year, especially to a place so faraway.

Hope shrugged her shoulders. "You need to ask that to my Mother if you want to know the answer." She didn't think Mrs. Abby wanted to know the real reason.

"Oh! You live in that big house? The one at the end of the apple street?" Mrs. Abby was surprised when she learned Hope's address. 

"I guess so." Hope didn't really remember the name of the street, but she was sure that the house that Serefina owned was the biggest house in this village. 

"That house has been empty for a long time." Mrs. Abby moved her chair to the other side of the table and took a few documents from the printer. "Be careful with ghosts."

Hope was half laughing when she noticed Mrs. Abby smiling teasingly at her as she gave her a blue folder. 

"Don't worry, my mother is scarier than any ghost." And I had seen even worse than that. But, Hope didn't voice out her last thought. 

Mrs. Abby laughed along with her as she shook her head, making her curls flap around her face. "Most of the teenagers will say that."

Hope leaned over and talked in a whispering voice. "Yes, and actually I can see ghosts." 

"Nice joke." Mrs. Abby laughed dryly, but her eyes told Hope that she wasn't the kind of person who was into horror movies. 

"Thank you, Mrs. Abby." Hope straightened her back and waved the woman goodbye. 

"You are welcome dear. If you need anything else, you can find me here." Mrs. Abby waved at the sweet girl. 

"Sure." and Hope walked out of the administration room to find her next class. 

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Hope walked through the corridors with a map on her hand and locker number. Since it was written 2046, she thought it would be on the second floor, but when she arrived there, she couldn't her locker there. It started with 3.

Hope frowned. Why didn't they mention what floor exactly her locker would be?

"In trouble?"

Someone's voice echoed next to Hope's ears, too close for her liking. Out of reflex, Hope turned around to see a boy, grinning at her, amused by her reaction. 

"I don't have any bad intentions." He raised both of his hands, surrendering. 

Well, funny. Hope gave him a dry smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Help me then." She blurted out and made the boy widen his hazel eyes in surprise before a grin made its way back to his lips. 

"Give it to me." Even though he said that, but before Hope could give him the folder, he had snatched it from her. 

How rude. Hope squinted her eyes. If she wasn't a new student she would have slapped his head for acting so brazenly. 

Yet, Hope was a newcomer, so she needed to be more lenient. 

"So, your name is Hope. Nice name." He commented before flashing her another silly grin and then he waved his hand. "Follow me."

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