23 Hope

It used to be my habit to go to school early. Nothing has changed. The other day Abigail approached me. She asked if I could help her with her English essay. I agreed. I don't do anything, and I want to help as a classmate.

"Good morning, Zack." Abigail greeted me.

As usual, I smiled. Abigail also smiled when I smiled. I did nothing but smile. We don't have anything to talk about either.

She would often just approach me and ask questions. What is my pastime? What is my hobby? Do I love collecting keychains? Do I have a pet dog? If not, might my pet be a cat? Such questions that I also fancied sometimes. I took a book out of my bag to read for a while. Abigail saw it and asked what the title of the book I was going to read was. I lifted the book for her to see.

"That book is beautiful. Who is your favorite character?" Abigail asked.

"Actually, I'm just getting started. I'm not even halfway through reading yet." I reply.