Chapter two
One can sit in that mud puddle only so long thought Hope. There just has to be something else to do. She thought hard and long, but as near as she figured no one ever died from bordom. Humm.... maybe she would be the first one. At least she could use that as her claim to fame. A short life but one well noted. Gee I wonder, thought Hope is that what happened to the other sister?
For the twenty hundreth time that day Hope's plea fell on deft ears as she pleaded with ma ma.
"There's nothing to do." whined Hope.
"Hope you need to learn how to entertain your self."
The responce was the same time after time. So much so that Hope sometimes wondered if there was no ma ma there. Just a cardboard cutout and a broken record player. So she turned to go back outside.
"And stay out of those mud puddles."
Yep she was sure of it. There was no ma ma, just the cardbord cutouts and a broken record player.
It was getting later in the day and the other kids in the neighborhood were comming home from school. Hope secretly watched them one by one hopeing to find sone clue as to what wonders this magical place held. She didn't exactely know what or where this thing call school was. All she knew, was it had to be better than here. This magical place, every day it captured all the kids in the neighborhood and her daddy and left her alone with the talking cardboard cutout. This school....it must have something realy good because , every day it pulls the all back in. They woulden't go if it wasen't good.
"Ma ma ... when can I go to school?" begged Hope.
"Not untill you're 7" said the card board cutout. "
But Sussie and Johnnie are 6 , just like me , and they get to go. Why not me?"
"It's because there birthdays are before September" came the responce.
Stupid rule thought Hope. Why would this stupid rule single her out, letting every one else have all the fun and leave her home to do nothing.
