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<title>The Choice of Hope Chapter 3 (Story by Lou and Gem)</title>
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&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:26px&quot;&gt;The Choice Of Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:18px&quot;&gt;Chapter 3
&lt;br&gt;Story by 2CutePandiLou and Gemheart&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;hr&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;As Hope arrived at the library, she was overwhelmed by heat. Her frozen tears melted instantly, along with her frozen fear. She warmly smiled, feeling as if she hadn&amp;#39;t smiled in months.
&lt;br&gt;The library had several shelves that were toppling the sky with hundreds of thousands of books. And oh, the books! Each book looked its grandest, with the colors of calmness, and the texture as smooth as a scrubbed, wooden floor. Oh, how Hope longed to open up one, to feel the wind as she flipped the miraculous pages, and read the fine-scripted words. The joy she would feel would be astonishing!
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;May I help you, dear?&amp;quot; An elderly woman asked, at a desk taller than Hope herself, interrupting her thoughts. The woman had orange hair with white streaks, pulled up in a bun, and purple eyes the color of the England evening. Hope liked her at once.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Oh! Yes! Um...can you please show me the way to the records section?&amp;quot; Hope timidly asked.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Take two lefts and then a right, dear,&amp;quot; The women replied.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Thank you, Miss...&amp;quot;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Name is Lavender. You&amp;#39;re welcome...&amp;quot;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Hope. Hope Lisa,&amp;quot; Hope replied and she clomped her black boots down the hall before Miss Lavender could even reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&amp;bull;&amp;diams;&amp;bull;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Lisa, Lisa, Lisa...&amp;quot;
&lt;br&gt;Hope was carefully checking the files that started with L, not missing one detail of the mention of her parents.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Aha!&amp;quot; Hope took out the file and placed it on a nearby table. &lt;em&gt;This is it. The secrets, facts, and myths of the parents I&amp;#39;ve never knew,&lt;/em&gt; Hope thought. Her heart was pounding so hard, Hope thought her eardrums were going to explode, while her clothes stuck to her back, due to her nerve racking sweat. &lt;em&gt;Will I find out why they left me? Or where they have gone?&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Hope held her breath and finally opened the file, exhaling and she read the revealing answers of Hope&amp;#39;s longing questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16px&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new,courier,monospace&quot;&gt;Lisa, Peter and Lisa, Elise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new,courier,monospace&quot;&gt;Name: Elise Lisa &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Born:10.11.1891
&lt;br&gt;Gender: Female &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Spouse: Peter Lisa
&lt;br&gt;Homeland: England&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new,courier,monospace&quot;&gt;Name: Peter Lisa &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Born: 6.7.1889
&lt;br&gt;Gender: Male &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Spouse:Elise Lisa
&lt;br&gt;Homeland: France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new,courier,monospace&quot;&gt;Little is known about the Lisa&amp;#39;s. They were enormous millionaires, owning five properties of land, two properties of houses, and owned a famous bank, themselves. However, in the autumn of 1933, the two mysteriously disappeared only leaving their newborn baby, Hope Lisa&amp;#39;s, birth certificate as a clue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&amp;bull;&amp;diams;&amp;bull;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;Hope stared at the paper, dumbfounded. Her eyes didn&amp;#39;t dare to even blink while her body was a statue. &lt;em&gt;My parents, Elise and Peter Lisa, were amazing, but mysterious, leaving without a warning,&lt;/em&gt; Hope thought. &lt;em&gt;Just like me.&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;Hope was quite similar to her inexplicable and cunning parents in many ways. She has stolen a pocket full of crumpets from the Private Sister&amp;#39;s Lounge at her orphanage, without leaving the slightest trace of crumbs and Hope has also fibbed several lies that the Sisters couldn&amp;#39;t even realize she was the one who was guilty. When the young orphan girls were younger, they nicknamed Hope, &amp;quot;Hope the Sneaky Cat.&amp;quot;
&lt;br&gt;Quickly, without anyone looking, Hope folded the papers in fourths and tucked it in her bag. This may be useful, she&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color:rgb(34, 34, 34); font-family:roboto,arial,sans-serif&quot;&gt;precisely thought.
&lt;br&gt;Suddenly she remembered the unknown source that bought her here in the first place.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Caught on, haven&amp;#39;t you? That didn&amp;#39;t take long. Look me up while you&amp;#39;re in there.&amp;quot;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Who are you?&amp;quot;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Mike Ravens. You&amp;#39;ll find me there during school hours.&amp;quot; Hope recalled the perplexing voice she heard earlier.
&lt;br&gt;Hope swiftly went towards the files that started with &amp;#39;S&amp;#39; to look for the person&amp;#39;s name. Finally, she found a file named &amp;#39;Stevens, Mike&amp;#39; and plopped it on the table. &lt;em&gt;Well, hope&amp;nbsp;this isn&amp;#39;t a waste of time&lt;/em&gt;, Hope thought and she began to open the file.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16px&quot;&gt;&amp;alpha;иd &amp;sigma;&amp;rho;єи yєт &amp;alpha;и&amp;sigma;тнєя&amp;nbsp;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; diรт&amp;alpha;ит мyรтєяy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;The Choice of Hope
&lt;br&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/h2&gt;

&lt;h3 style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;By Lou and Gem
&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;

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&lt;p&gt;It was dinnertime in the St. Mary Ann&amp;#39;s Orphanage. Children were moaning about the hideous oatmeal that was being served, the pots were sizzling with white goop pouring out of the lids, and the chairs were shaking due to to the orphans&amp;#39; ravenous attitudes. All chairs were shaking except for one: Hope Lisa&amp;#39;s.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Miss Lisa, you haven&amp;#39;t even touched your bowl of oatmeal yet! Whatever is the matter?&amp;quot; Sister Ann approached, with a stern, frightening appearance.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not hungry,&amp;quot; meek Hope replied, hanging her head.
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Well it&amp;#39;s no use for you to linger around here, is there? Go to your room!&amp;quot; Sister Ann yelled, looking like the Devil himself. Hope scrambled away, holding back the explosion of tears. &lt;em&gt;The white goo tastes like cardboard anyway,&lt;/em&gt; she thought.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&amp;bull;&amp;diams;&amp;bull;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;As Hope approached her rickety bed, brushed hair, clean nightgown, and all, she came upon a hurtful sight. The comforter was drenched in sour grape juice and a wrinkled paper was sitting on the wet pillow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:14px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:courier new,courier,monospace&quot;&gt;&amp;quot;Roses are red,
&lt;br&gt;violets are blue.
&lt;br&gt;Rotten eggs stink,
&lt;br&gt;so do you!&amp;quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;Hope read. Her crystal blue eyes welled up with tears as she sat on a wooden chair. The Sisters always scolded have admonished her with painful words while the St. Mary Ann&amp;#39;s bullies&amp;nbsp;tortured because of Hope&amp;#39;s parents.&amp;nbsp;When she was just a baby, her millionaire parents abandoned her in a dark, forbidding alley, never to be heard from again. &lt;em&gt;Did my parents not love me? Was I a hurtful person in their eyes?&lt;/em&gt; Hope thought. &lt;em&gt;And why would they call me Hope in wretched ink?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Maybe &amp;#39;cause they &lt;em&gt;hope&lt;/em&gt;d they would get rid of you once and for all!&amp;quot; Hope remembered one of the bully&amp;#39;s say. &lt;em&gt;Well, I&amp;#39;m determined to find out. &lt;/em&gt;Hope fiercely wiped her streaks of tears as she threw on her winter coat and black boots. She tugged on her hat and gloves, and stuffed all of her belongings in a small, red bag. She was a mouse, blending with the dark and terrifying halls as she ran. At last, she made it to two&amp;nbsp;huge grand doors with handles the size of Hope&amp;#39;s head. Hope took out a crumpled ball of paper and unfolded it.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:18px&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family:times new roman,times,serif&quot;&gt;Our Dearest Hope Lisa
&lt;br&gt;Ma and Pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&amp;#39;m coming for you, Ma and Pa.&lt;/em&gt; Hope swung open the doors and took a step into the crunchy, white snow.&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p style=&quot;text-align:center&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:16px&quot;&gt;ɑ รtɛp tѳwɑʀɗร ɦɛʀ
&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;ɛɳɗʆɛรร ʝѳuʀɳɛy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
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