When Hope doesn’t come to school, Isaiah will go to her house to check on her.” What's Happend next See more Full Story Below⬇️

 

When Hope doesn’t come to school, Isaiah will go to her house to check on her.” What's Happend next See more Full Story HERE⬇️

 When Hope doesn’t come to school, Isaiah will go to her house to check on her.”

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INT. HOPE’S BEDROOM – MONDAY MORNING ❄

Soft sunlight leaks through the curtains. Hope lies curled beneath a warm blanket, her face pale and tired.

She slowly sits up, holding her stomach with a wince. 😔

HOPE

Mom… I don’t feel well today. I think I should stay home from school.

Her mom watches her with concern, gently brushing Hope’s hair back.

MOM

Oh honey, are you sure? You don’t want to miss your classes.

HOPE

I’m sure, Mom… I really don’t feel up to it today.

Hope sinks back into her bed, pulling the blanket close. 🏠

A quiet, unexpected calm fills the room.

INT. MAPLEWOOD HIGH – HALLWAY – SAME MORNING ☕

Students rush past, laughing and chatting. Isaiah walks in with his backpack and a steaming cup of coffee. ☕

He scans the crowd… something feels off.

ISAIAH

(under his breath)

Wait… where’s Hope today? 🤔

He checks his phone.

No message.

Nothing.

A flicker of worry crosses his face. 😟

It grows… and grows.

INT. SCHOOL CAFETERIA – LATE MORNING 🌩

Isaiah sits alone, staring at the table. His leg bounces nervously.

His thoughts race.

What if she’s sick?

What if she needs help?

The weight on his chest tightens.

Finally… he stands.

ISAIAH

Alright… I’m going to her house. 🏃‍♂💨

EXT. HOPE’S HOUSE – LATE MORNING 🚪

The neighborhood is peaceful. Isaiah walks up to the door, hesitates for a moment… then knocks.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

INT. HOPE’S BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS 😴

Hope stirs from sleep, confused by the sound.

HOPE

Who could that be…?

She pushes her blanket aside and hears a familiar voice from the door—panicked, worried, breathless.

ISAIAH (O.S.)

Hope! Are you okay? I came to check on you! 😳

Hope freezes.

Her heart skips.

Isaiah… here?

INT. HOPE’S LIVING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER 😲

She opens the door just a crack, wearing a hoodie and messy hair.

HOPE

Isaiah! What are you doing here?

Isaiah stands there, chest rising with nerves, eyes soft with concern.

ISAIAH

You weren’t at school… and I got worried. I couldn’t just sit there. I had to make sure you were okay. 💙

Hope’s expression melts into a warm smile. 😊

HOPE

You really came all the way here… just for me?

Isaiah tries to hide the slight tremble in his voice.

ISAIAH

Of course. I’d worry if something happened to you.

A moment of silence settles—gentle, warm, almost magical.

INT. HOPE’S BEDROOM – LATER 💛

Isaiah sits on a chair while Hope sits on her bed. They laugh softly as he makes goofy little jokes.

Her cheeks brighten.

His eyes stay on her a little longer than usual.

ISAIAH

So… um… you don’t feel too bad, right?

HOPE

Just tired. I guess I should’ve texted you.

ISAIAH

(shakes head)

It’s okay. I just… couldn’t stand not knowing. You’re important to me, Hope. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay. 💛

Hope’s heart thumps.

She looks away, smiling shyly.

INT. HOPE’S HALLWAY – AFTERNOON 🌟

Isaiah stands at the door, ready to leave.

ISAIAH

I should probably get back before someone notices… but I’m really glad you’re okay.

Hope looks at him, grateful.

HOPE

Thank you, Isaiah. You didn’t have to… but I’m glad you did.

He smiles—warm, relieved, sincere.

ISAIAH

Anytime, Hope. Anytime. 🌟

Hope closes the door slowly… then leans against it, a tiny laugh escaping. Her bad day suddenly feels brighter. ❤️

Isaiah walks away, a small grin pulling at his lips.

He didn’t just check on her—

He showed her she mattered.