Gasp! It's Repenned again! She's actually writing another fanfic! OMG. If she doesn't finish this one, make her pet beaver into a hat. Jokes. I don't have a pet beaver. This one is going to be a Con-centric fanfic, my very first Con-centric one. Pairings? Go on my profile and vote. I don't know who I'll pair her up with.
This fanfic will have a vague plot to it but the plot isn't super important. Each chapter is based on a wish, things Hope wants to do before she dies. Some chapters will have several wishes fulfilled but most will just be 1 wish fulfilled. If you have an ideas of wishes I should add to her bucket list, PM me! 3 I don't bite but my polar bear does... JOKES! (Polar bears are super cute unless they're trying to kill you.)
Hope Summers was, and always had been, an average, ordinary teenaged girl that lived on the outskirts of Tranquility, Nevada. She had the type of face you'd forgot immediately after seeing it. Long, plain brown hair with almond shaped hazel eyes set in a smooth, young face.
Her father was a chronic alcoholic and abusive as well. Her mother loved Hope dearly but was too afraid of her own husband to take her daughter and run, not that they would have had anywhere to go. You see, Hope's mother's family never approved of Hope's father. When the two got married, the family severed all ties with their daughter.
Anyway, back to Hope. She was Tranquility High's resident wallflower - no one really bothered her and she definitely didn't bother anyone in return. The ones who were acquainted with her, she was a great person to be around. She was resilient, able to bounce back after hardships were through her way, and she had been through a lot.
She simply radiated an aura of calm and peace, comfort and safety, an almost motherly feeling. She was mature far beyond her years and understood that the world could be a cold, harsh place. Her only companions were the animals that lived in Tranquility - the birds that flew the azure skies, the stray cats and dogs.
No one noticed when she suddenly dropped out of school and, to be honest, no one really cared. To those who did have a fleeting thought about her, hope was sick. Incurably sick.
She'd been diagnosed with cancer and was receiving treatments for it. She spent most days lying in bed, dreaming about the things she still wanted to do or serving her father's every wish and whim.
She wanted to go on an adventure, to leave that cold house behind, to see the world. The list of dreams were endless but the disease had cruelly and mercilessly torn it all away from her.
Her family, if you could call it that, was spiraling into the depths of instability and bankrupcy, barely able to afford the treatments anymore. Arguments filled the deathly silence of the place she called home, all about whether or not they should continue to try and prolong the life of a girl who was destined to die so soon.
Her one escape was the tiny window in the attic she slept in, a place of solitude where she could see the twinkling lights of the stars shining high up above, shining like diamonds on black velvet.
"I wish," Hope whispered, looking up at the sky once again, "that the stars, beings of space, would take me away with them. Away from this mess, this disappearing life. I wish I could be part of their family."