~Hope PoV~
"Poke." Bri said poking my arm "Poke."
"Poke."
"Poke."
"Poke."
"Pok-"
"I will hit you" I growled
"What would YN say about that violence?" She said defensively
"Umm that you're just like your mother." I said
"What about Max?" She countered.
"That you're just like my mother" I said
"Are we really just like our parents?" Bri said philosophically.
"We are the best of both of them. At least that's what I like to think sometimes. Sometimes I think that we are the worst of our parents." I said
"When I poke you am I the worst or best of my parents?" Brianna said
"Well technically the best since that is what makes them great but it's annoying." I said
"What's annoying?" Mason said walking into our study room.
"Me poking Hope" Bri said
"Probably is annoying but that's what make you Brianna" Mason said
"That's what Hope said. It's like you guys are on a wavelength or something." Bri squealed.
"Not really" I muttered
"What?" Bri asked
"Yeah we are on a wavelength" I mumbled
"You kids doing okay?" Adam poked his head in the room
"Yeah we're all done." Bri said.
"You guys want to be in a skit?" He asked
"YEAH" Bri yelled
"BRI MY EARS HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO SAY SOME OF US HAVE EARS AND WE LIKE TO HEAR WITH THEM 24/7 NOT JUST 5 HOURS AFTER WE HAVE BEEN AROUND YOU" I yelled. Everyone was laughing "What?"
"You are just like your mother" Adam said
"Maybe because the person who created me made me be like my mother. That makes me sound like I'm in a book or something. The person who raised me was my mother." I said
"What about Max?" Bri asked
"Mom had a more influential attitude." I said
"Okay well. I need you all to come help with this sketch." Adam said
"Wow Dad capitalizing off your kid and your friends kids" Mason said
"I got to feed you somehow" Adam said
"What's the skit about?" I asked
"Ummm that's the thing.... It isn't written yet" Adam said
"OH MY GOSH WE ARE GOING TO GET TO WRITE A SKIT YEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Bri squealed
"Umm yeah" Adam said
"I HAVE THIS GREAT IDEA AND WE ARE ALL GONNA HAVE THE BEST TIME IT'S GONNA BE GREAT LET'S GO WRITE THIS" Bri yelled and grabbed me and Mason and ran away to go write. I looked back at Adam and he was laughing.
We worked on the skit me and Mason just there to bring Bri back to reality.
"I'ma run to the WC" I said
"The what?" Bri said
"The wash closet." I said
"What's a wash closet?" Bri said
"The bathroom if you live in England" Mason rolled his eyes
I ran off but was stopped by Adam.
"Hey what's up?" Adam said
"The sky" I said
"You are just like your mother." He said.
"Everyone always tells me that. I wish I could've seen her when she was younger." I said
"You could watch videos." Adam said
"It is weird to watch a younger version of your mother through a phone." I said
"I understand. Make sure there aren't any tacos in that skit. We just barely escaped from that with our sanity." Adam said.
"Okay I will" I said walking away. Why does everyone compare me to my mother. I mean it might be a complement since everyone liked her but I am Hope not YN and I don't want to be expected to live up to those standards.
Hey yooooooo The Cubs won the World Series and I was watching The CMA's and they cut off Dolly Parton. She is the freaking Queen of Country Music and they cut her off.
Im a little salty
Love ya my little tacos
Bai
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Hope's Hope: A Sequel To Tacos
FanfictionHope is growing up and is now in 10th grade at high school. One of her friends, Ross and Grace's child Brianna, is just entering high school as a Freshman after being left behind in middle school. Mason is trying to leave his childhood friends b...
