Hope Sophia Blossom is the youngest of the blossom siblings and the one with the most secrets. When her brother mysteriously disappears, how many secrets does Hope know to discover the killer?
Weekdays, from 8:25 a.m. to 3:01 p.m., we adhere to a strict regimen. Everything in our lives controlled. But then something like the murder of Jason Blossom happens, and you realize there is no such thing as control. There is only chaos. Nevertheless, some of us strive to impose and maintain order in what is, fundamentally, an orderless world. A fact which would very soon be confirmed in ways none of us could have foreseen.
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I sat in the music room on my pushing my want for playing aside. "Aren't you supposed to be in class?" I heard and looked up. "Oh hey, Juggie," I said with a smile. Jughead came in and sat next to me on the piano seat. "Skipping lunch?" I asked and he chuckled. "Yeah. What's the point of sitting in a room with a bunch of people when I only want it to be two." I smiled and nudged him. I turned and leaned down to grab the wrapped box from my bag.
"Happy early Birthday by the way," I told him and turned giving it to him. Jughead looked at me and chuckled, "Thanks Hope" he told me and I shrugged. "Go on open it" I urged and Jughead ripped the wrapping paper off before opening the box. "I searched all night last week on the internet looking for ideas, and then it came to me," I told him. Inside the wrapping paper was a leather-bound book with a pen inside, and then I added a 1-night stay at the local hotel.
"This is amazing Hope. Thank you" he told me and side hugged me. "You're welcome Juggie," I told him and he smiled down at it. The door opened behind us and I jumped, as I heard, "I thought we had something special Hope" I raised an eyebrow at Chuck.
"What the hell are you going on about?" I asked and he scoffed before chuckling. "I gotta get to class," I told them and stood up making my way out the door and then down the hall.
When cheerleading practice came Cheryl was counting as I did the routine, and then we will switch off.
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