• "Good night Hope."
    "Good night Connor."
    Connor leaned in and kissed my cheek. I smiled widley, exploding inside. He kissed me! He KISSED me! Connor stepped off the porch.
    "I'll call you tomorrow ok?" he said, walking backwards to look at me as he walked down the walkway.
    I smiled. "Ok."
    He smiled back at me. "Cool! I'll see you tomorrow Hope," he said. And he dissapeared into the dark driveway.
    Little did I know I would never recieve that call. I wouldn't be alive long enough to get it. I'm Hope Evans and I'm 13 years old, and I will be for the rest of eternity. I'll tell you my story. Right from the beginning...