HOPE
"Come on, Hope — I'm starving! Come, let's have breakfast! When will you ever learn to wake up early?" Annika screams while banging at my door.
I brush my hair in front of the mirror, pulling it into a high ponytail to keep it out of my face.
I slam the drawer of my vanity with a frustrated sigh. "Where is it?" I mutter, rummaging through my bag again. I yank my school bag across the floor, hoping it magically ended up there, when a soft knock taps against my door.
I glance up, knowing fully well it's not Annika anymore. I can easily count the number of times she has knocked gently on my door.
I open the door to see Asher standing in the doorway, holding up my diary.
"Why do you have that?" I ask, raising a brow. Then, remembering my habit, I soften. "Wait… did I leave it in your room again?"
