My Hope

Hope Monday morning came before I knew it. We spent the last few days unpacking our entire life. There were still a couple boxes here and there. But Mom was highly organized and kept us focused on getting things as normal as possible. I was glad she forced me to hang up all my clothes. I could easily see what I wanted to wear. I nice warm sweater. Perfect for the first week in January. I let my long curly hair hang loose down my back. It was light brown with some natural highlights. Mom says I’m gorgeous. But that’s what Moms are supposed to say. I think I look alright. Guys say they love my hazel eyes. But I assume that is just a pickup line. I’m a little taller than most girls at five foot nine and still growing. Mom says I have model height. I just feel slightly embarrassed that I am taller than some of the guys in my class. And I have a hard time finding dresses that go to my knees and pants that don

HopeI am ready for school before Mom even checks to see if I’m awake. I actually put a little effort into getting ready this morning. A little mascara and lip gloss. I even smoothed out all the curls in my hair, so they were shiny and bouncy. When I appear in the kitchen, Mom eyes me with a big smile on her face. “Are you trying to impress a certain set of twins this morning?” “No Mom, I did this for me. I just wanted to look nice.” I explain. “Okay, sure, you keep telling yourself that sweetie.” Then she gives me a wink and a pat on my cheek. If she only knew this was for my teacher.   The twins are standing outside the school when we pull up. “Which is which?” Mom asks. “I honestly don’t know yet. I can tell when they talk to me. Zade is more animated and louder, but Zand

Noah Kingston   I know my brothers are bringing her to the house to meet Mom today. I couldn’t wait for this day to be over so I could see her again. The only time I was truly calm and at ease was when she was in my classroom. I wish she could just be in every class I teach. But the poor thing is very distracted by me. That is so cute. She has no idea what is going on. I don’t think she understands what’s happening or who she is. I can’t figure out why though. How does she not know? As soon as she walked into my classroom, I knew exactly who she was. My brothers figured it out pretty quickly after seeing my reaction. They are doing a good job watching over her for me. They understand how important she is. I am trying so hard to not make it obvious in front of the other students. I have to force

Hope  Mom takes me to school. I don’t have anything to say in the car. I just need to get through first period so I can see Noah in second. All that seems to matter is seeing him. Maybe I can just casually walk past his classroom on my way to Math. I don’t realize Mom is trying to say goodbye. “Oh, sorry, I was in my own head.”  “That’s okay sweetie. Just make sure you wake up before class.” She leans in and kisses my cheek. I wish it were that easy.  Zade and Zander are at the side of the car waiting for me to get out. “Your bodyguards are here sweetie. Don’t want to keep them waiting.” She then winks. I moan, say goodbye and get out. The boys walk with me to the school. They join me at my locker. &ldq

Hope   Noah sits down next to his mom. I sit down next to mine and put my arm around her. Dad sits on her other side and holds her hand. No one speaks. The twins take seats at the island, just to give us a little space, I think. Noah looks at me and then at my mom. I have no idea what is going on here. I wish someone would say something. Even though I am totally confused, I still notice that I am feeling much better. My headache is gone. I’m not tired any more. Noah speaks first. “Mrs. Christianson, it is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Noah.” He reaches out and shakes her hand. So, she gets a handshake, but I don’t? What am I thinking? My Mom is crying her eyes out and all I can think is that I&rsq