Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 91

Two hours of walking…I was at school. Mr.H’s office light was on. As I was about to go through
the main door, a dove flew in front of it. With the medication paper in my hand, I shooed it away. Mr. H
found me first. He was putting posters up the board in the hallway. “Tyler? Why are you here?”, he looked
so confused…but so was I. Usually I just grinned or smiled when he said something, but not this time. I
asked him with all seriousness, “Why do these things always happen to me?” I looked him, too tired to even
look up now. A tap on my shoulders raised my head up. Mr.H looking at me, and me looking back at him.
He handed me a book. The moment I opened the book I realized there was a missing page. “This book has
been here years…abandoned…forgotten…yet someone liked it so much they took on page out. Like this
book, you will find hope. It is up to you now.”