Hope: chapter 3

Dawn

      I made my way to class while thinking about the mysterious boy. Wow, someone actually helped me up for a change. The world must be changing. Stop it dawn! He's just going to pretend he's your best friend and then leave you hanging just like everyone else has.
      My next class was art and I was glad. Art was my only class where I could express my true feelings and the teachers wouldn't hate me. You see, part of the reason I'm hated is because my mom was a prostitute. That's how she ended up with me. She had no idea who my dad was and she didn't want a kid so she just dumped me at a foster home.
      The other part of the reason I'm hated is because I'm poor. Everyone in this town is either rich or poor. If you don't have the cash, you're usually hated. There are a few "poor" kids in this school, but they all have something to make up for it. If you're pretty, that makes up for your lack of cash. I'm nothing special so, yay, the world is against me.
      Ms. Chen, the art teacher is Japanese and is judged for being it. Most student don't like her becuase they think she is dumb. Well, she isn't. She's actually really smart and the only person who gets me.
      once I got to art class, I sat in my seat and got my portfolio ready. Becuase of my oh-so-popular status, no one sits beside me. I sat down and took my supplies out and started to doodle on a scrap piece of paper from my notebook.
"Hello, everyone,"alled Ms. Chen. "We have a new student today," she motioned to a boy at the front of the room. I gasped, it as him!
"This is Jordan O'Conner."
"Jordan," She tuned to the boy. "Why don't you go and sit with Dawn. "Dawn, please raise your hand." I raised my hand justb anough for him to be able to see where I was.

Jordan

I shoved my books ino my locker and checked my schedule. My next peiod was Art with Ms. Chen in room 296C. I hastily made my way to the art room.

Hope: Chapter 2

Dawn

I shoved my bag in my locker and grabbed all the books I needed for my third class. "Hey Loser Girl, I like your hair cut," someone yelled at me. Ugh, it was Brooklyn Days- the world's biggest loser and oddly enough, the girl that every guy wants. well it's actually not that odd. She wears shorts shorter than her undies and flashy tops with her face caked with makeup. She's a slut and a fake- with her friends. Her boyfriend, Scott Johnson and his gang were glaring at me. "hey loser girl," sneered Brooklyn.
I didn't reply, I never do.
"what cat got your tongue?" Scott shoved me against a locker while Brooklyn continued, "answer me, you bitch!" He slapped me while brooklyn scratched me with her sharp, plastic nails. I just stared at them, pretending I didn't understand a thing they said.
They took that as an excuse to hurl more insults at me. "you poor, idiotic thing! I feel bad for your parents, I bet your mom wanted to push you back up when you came down. Oh right, you don't have any parents! I bet they committed suicide because of you. Such a shame it is to have a daughter as ugly and stupid as you. Go kill yourself!"
With that he flung the books I had held onto the floor, grabbed my glasses and stepped on them, and kicked me in the stomach for hopefully the last time this period- and shoved me down onto the floor.
Aww crap, why did this have to happen to me, oh yeah it's because of my ugliness, because of my stupidness.
I bent over to pick up my nerd glasses. They weren't broken up too bad, it was just the frame, I could easily fix them.
I groaned as I attempted to get up. I saw a hand reach out for me and I grabbed it and gasped. Before me was the most amazing boy ever. Tall, startling green eyes and shaggy black hair. He must be new because I know all of the kids in this tiny town. It was as if he wanted to say something, but he ran away.

Jordan
By the beginning of third period, I had earned the title "emo boy". Alright, I'll admit it, I do look slightly emo. I have black "emo" hair that hangs in my eyes and gauged ears, but thats it. I was making my way to my locker when I heard a nasally voice squawk, " hey loser girl". The voice belonged to a sluty looking blond who was hardly wearing anything. Before her stood the world's most beautiful girl. She had gorgeous, shoulder length brown hair and lovely green eyes. She was tall for a girl and wore a basic sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and converse. One look at her pretty, tear-stained face and I could see she was in pain.

"Cat got your tongue?" That came from the jock behind the slut. The beautiful girl just stared straight ahead. The jock shoved the girl against a locker. Dude, you don't shove girls! I raced down the hall and got closer to them.

Then it clicked. The girl was evidently bullied the idiots thought she had a disability. They thought she didn't understand. One look, it took me one look in her eyes to see that yes, indeed she did understand.

I realized she was the smart girl from my first class. She didn't talk and everyone including the teachers picked on her. From the students it was insults, from the teacher was snarky comments about how she didn't "sit up straight enough" or how other pathetic things. When the teacher asked her a question she would answer it correctly but the teacher - I learned her name was Ms. Clay- would give her a detention and accuse her of copying someone.

I saw the slut, jock and the rest of the bastards had left her sprawled out on the floor, clutching her stomach while her books lay scattered on the floor and her glasses broken. I raced over and held out my hand for her to grab. She took it and when our skin touched, I felt a tingling sensation go up my arm. I pulled her up and she looked up at me. I had thought her beautiful from a distance, but I was wrong. She was more than beautiful, more beautiful than anything I'd ever seen in my life. I wanted to stay make sure she was okay, but the current of oncoming students swept me away.

Hope: chapter 1

Dawn

"Get out of my house now!" That was my 48th foster mother. I'm officialy homeless again. Ya-hoo! I rolled my eyes and I grabbed my already packed bag and left. I'd lasted 1 month in this hell. That's a record, even for me.
Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Dawn Armstrong. 16 years old and mute. I've been tossed around in foster homes all my life. I won't depress you with my life story. Let's just say I'm hated and bullied, let's keep it as that shall we? No need to explain to you about my parents either.
Well, no one likes me. I'm useless. Ugly. I Everone hates me. I even hate me. I stopped walking around and found an empty park bench to sleep on. It better not rain, I thought.
I fell asleep thinking about food and dreading school tomorrow.

Jordan

Beep, beep, beep. That was my alarm clock. Time to get up. Well, I'm Jordan O'Conner and I'm 17. My parents were out again-They are never home. My step dad's probably at a bar right now, and my step-mom is probably getting her hair or nails done at some super expensive salon.Ugh-so there was no one to talk to. After i took a shower, I ran downstairs and grabbed a granola bar out of the fridge. I gulped down the granola bar and guzzled some milk striaght from the carton. I'm gonna be late, late, late on my first day to a new school! I jumped into my car and quickly drove myself to school. I shoved my books into my locker and made my way to homeroom. I walked in just as the late bell rang.