Dear Hope.
Hope.
You give me hope.
Your eyes are as blue as the ocean.
Your smile is as bright as the sun.
Your laugh fills my heart with joy.
To me, you're more important than some boy.
You take my breath away.
Every second of every day.
Hope.
You give me hope.
I'm falling.
Falling for you.
And I hope someday, you'll fall for me too.
The Mansion On Top Of The Hill:
Centuries ago, there stood a 2 story mansion on top of a hill. No one lived there, it was said to be haunted. One day, I decided to be brave and enter it. I climbed up the hill, gravity pushing against me as if to say, “Don’t do it, Shannon.” Once I got to the front door, I knocked on the it. Eerily enough, the wind caused the door to open, creaking as it did. I slowly entered the house and the floorboard creeked creepily. I stood in what I believed to be the foyer of the house. In front of me were two grand staircases and paintings of who I believed to be the old owners of the house. Mr. And Mrs. Colbstory. They were aristocrats. I slowly made my way towards the dusty, wooden staircase and began to climb up. I heard noises behind me and a chill went up my spine. I kept walking and when I got to the top, there were 11 doors. I slowly peeked inside each one, and found there to be nothing but bookshelves and bookshelves of old books. I finally got to the door at the end of the hall, "DO NOT ENTER" was a sign on the door. Bravely, I entered and once I got in, I screamed.
There stood, Mr. and Mrs. Colbstory's skeletons, smiling back at me.