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    Faking Hope
    Faking Hope
    Faking Hope
    Ebook63 pages35 minutes

    Faking Hope

    By V. H. Oldfield

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    Life is not always easy, I know that. Everybody hates me at school, students and teachers. But I don't care as long as Alex, my boyfriend, is with me. But having a boyfriend who's mysteriously disappearing is not always easy. Especially when everybody seems to know the truth except you. But sometimes it's for the best, truth is not always easy to hear.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherV. H. Oldfield
    Release dateMar 29, 2014
    ISBN9781310968716
    Faking Hope
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    V. H. Oldfield

    Hello!The writing is, for me, a way to express my feelings.My stories are based on certain themes/concepts and experiences.Official facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/V.H.Oldfield/Thank you for reading. :)

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      Faking Hope - V. H. Oldfield

      Faking Hope

      V. H. Oldfield

      Copyright V. H. Oldfield 2014

      Chapter 1: The beginning.

      Now I'm sitting alone

      I'm finally looking around

      Left here on my own

      I'm gonna hurt myself

      Maybe losing my mind

      I'm still wondering why

      Had to let the world let it bleed dry ♫ ♪♪... 

      I woke up at the sound of my alarm clock. I groaned and got up, rubbing my eyes. I took a quick shower, washing my hair slowly while I sang my favorite song named We Are Golden which was also the song on my alarm clock. Although, it may not be my favorite song for much longer if it kept waking me up.

      The hot water relaxed my body from the stressful dream I had. It was more a nightmare than a dream, but I didn’t want to think about it anymore. I stepped out of the shower to dress myself with a green slim and a pink T-shirt. I also took a few colorful bracelets, taking my time to look good. Finally, I brushed my long light brown hair making a slight mess in it, which I loved. Once I looked good enough to eat, I went downstairs. My mother was already making the breakfast in our small kitchen, and I could smell it from up the stairs.  

      How are you today, sweetie? I looked up to my mother, watching her tired eyes droop and her brown hair bounce as she walked up to me. She gave me a brilliant warm smile. Her eyes were shining, as they did every morning. Always happy to see me. She said I was the best thing that ever happened to her, and I believed it.

      I'm fine, I mumbled, looking at her quickly and giving her a half smile before going back on my phone and my boyfriend, Alex.

      She sighed and gave me a plate of pancakes with syrup on it. I thanked her and began to eat, leaving the plate on the big marble table when I was done.

      Your dishes! my mother said, anger in her voice, looking at me hands on her hips. Her blue dress made her look like a strumpet. I laughed a little at the image.

      I don't have time for that; Alex is waiting for me. He's already at school. I said leaving quickly, without waiting for her answer. I know she would be angry about that, but I was already late. I had to leave.

      I walked as fast as I could. Alex was waiting for me on our bench, the one he asked me out. His dark blue jeans contrasted the white T-shirt showing off his delicious abs. When he saw me, he smiled and came to me. His smell was like cologne. He kissed me slowly, hugging me tightly. His lips entranced me, numbing mine with the seer intensity that was their very touch. I cuddled my head into his shoulder, the perfect height for our embrace. It was perfect. He was perfect. And I loved him dearly.

      I missed you, babe, Alex whispered sensually in my ear, making me shiver.

      I missed you too, I answered, kissing him again with passion. I smiled happily at him. A happiness everyone could have seen shining right out of me.

      Come on, we're going to be late for school, he said taking my hand and smiling lovingly at me.

      On the way to our first class, all the students were glaring at me, giving me malevolent glares. It always made me uncomfortable. Luckily, Alex was here with me, and I was used to it. I didn't know why they hated me so much. Being gay had something to do with it, but they weren’t that mean with Alex or others students.

      I met Alex when I was ten, seven years ago. We met at school. I remembered that day as if it was yesterday... I closed my eyes, reminiscing the day I met Alex.

      I was sitting on a bench, alone, crying. I hated school, everybody was mean. I didn't have friends. Other children would laugh at me, calling me names. Teachers weren't any better. They stared at me with hated eyes as if I killed someone in their family. I've always been a good boy. My marks weren't that bad, I had

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