Hope- Italy I grab the money and put it all into a plastic bag, I then grab my passport from the drawer. I go into my room and get my suitcase out, I throw in all the clothes I can, my wash bag and other essentials. I throw my phone in and my laptop. And call for a taxi. I use my own money, I only want to use joys money for travel for now. The taxi takes me to the airport. I look at the departures, France, Spain, America, ITALY! I'll go to Italy! I go to the desk and book my ticket, it was easier than I thought. My plane left in half an hour. When I got on the plane, I was so excited, it was only two hours until I got to Italy. The flight attendant passed by and asked me if I was meeting anyone in Italy, I said yes. That was a lie. When I got off the plane, I left the airport and got in a taxi. I knew how to do this, I've learnt Italian all my #life, mum loved it . The taxi took me to a hotel, and I checked in, I unpacked my things and made a call to my grandmother, who lived in Italy. Me and mum and joy always wanted to go and visit her but never had enough money. Well, joy did. She'd probably be laughing at me now, going to Italy. When I could go anywhere in the world. She would of gone to Japan, Malaysia, The Philippines. But all my #life I've wanted to go to Italy, and now I'm here. I tell grandma everything that's happened, about the money, running away, getting to the hotel and she always understands. She told me she'd pick me up and take her back to her mansion. An Italian mansion, that'll be my new home! I think my #life has just gone from rock bottom to right at the top. Grandma is on her way to the hotel now. I can't wait!

The Box - Meet Hallie Hi guys, hope you've been enjoying The Box so far! Please check out my other series 'Hope' if you get a chance! In this chapter you'll read a lighter chapter in which we meet Hallie, an American new girl! Enjoy reading this and be prepared for the next chapter coming very soon! Please like and comment, enjoy!! Holly: When me and Nicole got back from the hospital to school everyone was staring. I felt myself go flaming hot with embarrasement to be seen with that beastly girl! We get back to the dorm and I say to her 'You don't know what you've done, and you're not even sorry!' Nicole: 'I am sorry' I reply to holly. I truly am. I can't believe I did this. All my anger with my mother for dying even though she couldn't help it. I told Emily how I felt but she couldn't hear me, she's in a coma! Holly hates me now! I've made such an awful impression! I go downstairs to complete some work in the study. Holly: I go up to see Mrs brown and she is waiting with a beautiful little girl. She is speaking with in an American accent. Annie would be jealous! Mrs brown says 'this is Hallie , I know it been a tough day for you holly but please show her to the dorm.' Hallie: Hey I say to holly. She seems awfully English but she looks really upset. I don't want to cause any drama so I don't ask any questions. 'Do you like music?' I say. My mum always says that to find something in common with somone really breaks the ice. ' not really ' says grumpy holly! 'Oh ok then I say' and she walks off! I start to sing. I love to sing, I sing my favourite songs. Then go downstairs and meet a girl called Nicole. She is crying, so I leave again. Why is everybody always crying in this crazy school?!

Hope - His Name Was George Hi guys, from now on I am naming my chapters. This one is called 'his name was George' hope you enjoy ) I should probably tell you about George. The boy I killed. He was tall, with dark brown hair. Shaggy hair, usually greasey. Probably a nit or two living in there. He was a bit of a stirrer. Constantly touchy. But he was incredibly mysterious, full of secrets, some he told Joy (But never me) and some he kept to himself , I guess now we will never know. I have to run away. Anywhere. A different country. But how? I remember years ago, I was given a letter by Joy she told me to never open it, unless I needed to escape. Then, I thought it was a ridiculous scheme. But maybe it means more? Could it help me!!? With quivering hands I open the letter. It reads: Dear my precious sister Hope, I love you with all my heart, and if you are reading this I am probably dead, or at least not with you. (A tear rolled down my face) Look under my mattress in my bed. Under there is £100,000. You probably won't believe me, it sounds ridiculous I know! But see for yourself. I have collected this money through my #life. Nobody is closer to me than myself, not even you ; and there are things you don't know, secrets. Deep, dark secrets. Take this money and run. Don't stop until you are satisfied. Don't ever look back . I love you, Joy xx Ha! What's she on about stupid girl. Probably some stupid prank! But I can't help but look. Under her mattress. And sure enough. There's a big box marked 'PRIVATE' I open it and there it is. £100,000 And a note which reads: Ha! I told you so! Goodbye, joy xx Now all I have to do, is run....

Hope - Part 4 My mother came in. I'd been lying there crying for hours. She sat down and cried with me. Then our puppy, bone came in, and cried too. How could we cope without joy. She literally brought us joy. Eventually, I asked mum, why she called me Hope. I had never really asked before. She told me that just before she had us, her and dad divorced and we brought her Hope and Joy. I never knew that. Later that day I went for a walk. I went to me and Joys favourite spot in the park. It reminded me of the time she walked out of her history class, and hid here. She texted me to meet her there and I sneaked out during lunch. We didn't half get in trouble but it was worth it. We had the best time! Laughing at everything we said, everyone we saw, and everything we heard. It made me cry again. I sound like such a wimp. I've probably cried more this past week than the whole of the rest of my #life. Oh well, my twin sister had just died. Suddenly, I here footsteps. Someone is approaching. Then I see him. George. I've known him since nursery. Him and Joy had always had on off relationships. I was always a bit of a third wheel with Joy and her boyfriends, but she always picked me over them! I hated George. With a passion. He came up to me and started banging on about how sad he was. I completely lost it again. What is wrong with me!? I struck him. Harder than I have ever struck anyone in my #life. Harder than when Joy had struck me after I broke her phone. He fell to the ground. Dead. I had killed him.

Hope - Part 3 I went home after my first day back to school. I just couldn't cope. Mum was working so I had the house to myself. I went into joys bedroom. It was immaculate. Her walls were white with some pale pink, one wall was covered in Polaroid photos of her, me, her friends, our puppy and so many others. My favourite was one of me and her on Christmas Day. We were dressed in matching onesies, clutching handfuls of beautifully wrapped presents. We looked so happy. Her other walls had framed photos and a rack of perfectally placed nail polishes, all the colours of the rainbow, glitter, clear coats. Joy always had her nails done, she often got told off for it at school; but she never cared. Joys desk was covered with makeup, pens, notebooks and fairy lights, all perfectally placed, but not too neat. Her bed was the main feature of the room. A huge canopy with fairy lights everywhere, it looked perfect. Then there was a little door in the wall, connecting to my room. My room was very similar, we decorated them together. But mine was messier, clothes all on the floor, and homework on the bed. But I still loved it. Me and joy both had little staircases in our room, leading up to a mini attic, just for our rooms. It was perfect, fairy lights, blankets, cushions everywhere. It was my favourite place to be. I did something really stupid. Really really stupid, and selfish, cruel, ridiculous, I feel awful about it. Really awful. I went into joys room, looking at all the pictures and little bits and bobs that reminded me of her. And I lost it completely lost it. I tore down the photos, ripped the canopy, smashed the Nail polish rack, screaming, crying, swearing. 'Why did she leave me? I can't cope without her!' I blame her for everything. Which is stupid of me. Stupid. There was nothing she could've done. But I can't help it! I stand back. What have I done. I have destroyed her room. What previously was a beautiful palace was now I mess, a horrible mess. I imagine what joy would've done if she was here. The same to me but 10X worse. What had I done?! How could I be so selfish to my poor twin sister. She was dead. HAD I KNOW KNOWLEDGE?! I break down, in a heap on the floor. I don't want to live in a world without joy. I want her back! I need her back......