The Love of a Lycan

Chapter 450 - FOURTEEN YEARS OLD

New school, new friends and new rule.

Hope sighed. She was in her last grades in middle school. So, why she should move to this remote place? Hope didn't understand, from all over the places and cities, why Serefina should choose mystic river village?

From the sound of it, it gave Hope a goosebumps, she never heard about this place before, though Lana had told her that they had been living there for five years when she was a child, but she didn't remember anything about this place.

Well, Hope guessed she was too young to remember a thing.

However the new building of her school was nothing like her old one. This was just… a little bit… old.

Her old school was one of the famous middle school in the red river city, sophisticated and modern with an artistic touch.

Hope sighed. Why they don't just let her stay for another one year so she could graduate from that school?

Now, she really regretted what she had done, the consequences were not worthy at all!

Hope gritted her teeth and clutched her bag tightly to suppress the disappointment in her eyes upon seeing the old building.

To placate her, Kace had bought everything that she wanted and fought with Serefina because he was spoiling her too much, but it didn't make Hope less upset.

She wanted to go back to her previous school and be with her friends. She didn't want to start it from the beginning again with people who she would only know for one year before all of them enrolled in the high school.

Though in this kind of place it was most likely Hope would see the same people even when she went to high school.

There were not many options here after all.

Hope walked toward the administration room and met a women with curly blonde hair, which tumbled on her shoulder, she wore golden spectacles that covered almost half of her face.

"Are you Hope Mason?" the woman smiled brightly and Hope couldn't help but return the gesture.

Well, this was not as bad as she thought.

"Yes." Hope nodded and gave her a large brown envelope for her registration.

While she checked on Hope's doc.u.ments, she introduced herself. "You can call me Mrs. Abby." She glanced at Hope to see her nodding her head and continued. "Why did you decide to move here from the big city like red river?"

"My mother wants to move here. She is from here." That was the best reason that Hope could muster, she didn't think that the first person that she met would want to know the detail.

"Oh, really?" Mrs. Abby raised her brows. "I had never heard about a family named Mason before. You know, this is small village even your neighbor could hear when you breathing." She winked at Hope before her eyes drifted to the computer in front of her again.

"That's creepy." Hope mumbled.

"Why are you moving in your last grade?" it was not common to move in their last year, especially to another place faraway.

Hope shrugged her shoulder. "You need to ask that to my Mother if you want to know the detail." She didn't think Mrs. Abby wanted to know the real reason.

"Oh! You live in that big house? The one at the end of the apple street?" Mrs. Abby was surprised when she read Hope's address.

"I guess so." Hope didn't really remember the name of the of the street, but she was sure that the house that Serefina owned was the biggest house in this village.

"That house has been empty for a long time." Mrs. Abby moved her chair to the other side of the table and took a few doc.u.ments from the printer. "Be careful with ghost."

Hope was half laughing when she watched Mrs. Abby smiled teasingly at her as she gave her a blue folder.

"Don't worry, my mother is scarier than ghost." And I had seen something worse than that. But, Hope didn't voice out her last statement. historical

Mrs. Abby laughed along with her as she shook her head, made the curls flapped her face. "Most of teenager will say that."

Hope leaned over and talked in whisper. "Yes, and actually I can see ghost."

"Nice joke." Mrs. Abby laughed dryly, but her eyes told Hope that she wasn't that kind of person who was into horror movies.

"Thank you, Mrs. Abby." Hope straightened her back and waved the woman goodbye.

"You are welcome dear. If you need something else you can ask me here." Mrs. Abby waved at the sweet girl.

"Sure." and Hope walked out of the administration room to find her next class.

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Hope walked through the corridors with a map on her hand and locker number. Since it was written 2046, thus she thought it would be in the second floor, but when she arrived there, her number was not there at all. It started with 3.

Hope frowned. Why didn't they mention it as well what floor exactly her locker would be.

"In trouble?"

Someone's voice echoed next to Hope's ears, too close for her liking. Out of reflect, Hope turned around to see a boy was grinning at her, amused by her reaction.

"I don't have bad intention." He raised both of his hands, surrendered.

Well, funny. Hope gave him a dry smile that didn't reach her eyes. "Help me then." She blurted out and made the boy widened his hazel eyes in surprised before the grin made its way back to his lips.

"Give me." Though he said that, but before Hope could give him the folder, he had snatched it from her.

How rude. Hope was squinted her eyes, if she wasn't a new student she would have slapped his head for acting so brazen.

Yet, Hope was newcomer, so she needed to be more lenient.

"So, your name is Hope. Nice name." he commented with another silly grin before he waved his hand. "Follow me."