Hope Rules

It all started with that bang!

Back then I was dreaming to be part of the Hope section. Why? I love that word perhaps. Yes, for throughout my summer I made by way to the section by levying teachers to put me in there.

That sounded devilish!

Well, on the first day of class, I went there late (sorry for the nature of tardiness...). I met Mrs. LC in the hallway and I asked if I were part of her section. She answered me with a single stare and asked me to carry the school handbook to the room.

There! With my constant levying, I made my way to the Hope section.

The first day of class started with the usual four year tradition of getting to know you scheme. I didn't like that, I was a kind of shy (react?). And so there the day passed with the glances, the questions of summer getaways and the round of laughter.

To round up, the section was made up of total community. The fatheads were there (don't like to mention...hahaha), the beauties turned the night into the day, the athletes were there competing with the music lovers. You bet right, the silent brainiacs were there as well.


It was a party with the perfect menus on the table for the taking. Actually, cliques were there but there would be a time to form a core to hang down the social cliques to one single team : The invasion of HOPEMATES!!!


What can you say? Speak up there.