The Light of Hope.

Chapter 1: Don't Listen to an Emo Kid with McDonalds

I hope you guys liked the prologue as much as I did.... Please understand that the updates on this book will be kinda slow, but I promise the chapters will be SUPER LONG! As you could tell from the prologue. So yes these edits are based off of pictures from The Queen, VIRIA, so all credits to her.

Enjoy this chapter my lovelies X

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Third Person POV:

*2 Year Time skip*

April 6th, 2015

New Jersey's streets are very hard to navigate through especially during the morning.They're so busy that you wouldn't notice her. Samantha Cortez. She blended in with crowd.

Her black hair covered her face as she walked past all the people.
Her leather jacket clung to her tightly, and the thin blouse she wore underneath hardly helped to protect herself from the chilly morning air. She stumbled across the pavement because her boots were too big. Well, they technically weren't hers, if stealing them from the clearance section made it yours that is. She quickly averted herself from the crowd into an alleyway.

She sat down on the mattress and carefully took out her prize.
She took her knife out of the compartment she made in her boot, and made it cut the plastic that was covering the cinnamon bun. Some of the flakes fell onto her lap, as she gingerly bit into the pastry.

"It's not a birthday cake, but it'll do,", she thought to herself.

SAM'S POV:

It took all my willpower not to stuff the whole thing down my mouth in one bite. It was the fifth one I stole this week, and no one has noticed. The cashier is too busy gazing dreamily over some guy that walks by everyday. To think about it, he's been walking by the store everyday, and looking inside but never at the pretty cashier. He looked like he was looking for someone else.

Ha! There goes my paranoia again.

I tried to read the name of the company that created this food from heaven.

Amma Cloname

Mmaa Nomclea

Amam Alecmno

I threw the plastic wrapper away in frustration. It's hard enough that your homeless, but it's another thing if you can't read. I've snuck into libraries after they were closed and everything I've tried to read was like alphabet soup. The only thing I can read in the library is the weird foreign section.

I tapped my foot to a song that's been stuck in my head for a few days. Then I averted my attention to the wrapper. I watched the way it floated in the air and then smacked down.

"Same.", I thought.

It flew away near opening of the alley, and that's when I realized I was not alone. Someone caught the wrapper while it was in mid-flight.

Whoever it was, was still in the shadows, but brought the plastic wrapper into the darkness.

"Mama Coleman Cinnamon Buns. This is what your kind lives off of these days?", the voice chuckled.

I instantly sprung up off of the mattress and brought springer to my side while wiping off the sugary flakes off my face.

I then saw a lady's face stick out of the shadows, and let me just say she was absolutely stunning. Her deep set eyes were a honey color that I so desperately envied, and her skin was very pale. Her long blonde hair was framing her face perfectly, and if she wasn't freaking me out I would've asked how she did it.