Novel & Cerita Expecting Better

"Easier to be the guy people expect—the troublemaker, the fuck-up. Lower expectations mean lower disappointment when you fail." "You won't fail," I said fiercely. "These ideas are brilliant." "Maybe," he conceded, taking back the journal. "Anyway, that's my future. Or part of it." I swallowed, envy and pride warring within me. To have plans, to look ahead with anticipation rather than dread, I'd forgotten what that felt like. "I'm proud of you," I said softly. "Don't be proud yet. I haven't done anything." "You've changed," I countered. "That's not nothing."

I said goodbye to Annie and told her I need to drop by a store downstairs before heading home so I need to leave without her. When I reached the exit, I looked around for a luxury car. I am sure his car would be very expensive. I stayed near the entrance for a minute or two, waiting for someone to approach me or maybe a car to stop in front of me but there was none. Disappointed, I walked towards the bus stop to go home. I am still hoping that maybe when I am in the bus stop, something will happen. The bus going to my place came so I just took the bus. I never lost that hope until I reached my place. Time passed and still nothing happened. That's the problem of having high expectations, you

" That's so sad, I wish you find your happiness in your present relationship though it might be very hard since the men are only engaged to us for their family benefit and not because they love us. " " Yes, I wish you the same too but wait, we are enjoying the money and the fame that the engagement rings aren't we? There are lots of people envying us so well I don't think it's that bad though. " " True, we don't have to work as hard as the rest since our future is already secured. " " Um yeah well, I just have to agree at this point that everything that has an advantage also has a disadvantage. " " Hm, I think we should head out now our friends might be expecting us already. "

“You always just say the thing.” “Someone has to,” he said. “How is he handling it?” “Better than I expected,” I said. “That’s also a you thing,” he said. “The low expectations that keep getting exceeded.” I laughed again. “That is not fair.” “It’s a little fair,” he said. I looked at the city below me, all those lives going on in every lit window, indifferent and continuous. “I’m going to go back in,” I said. “Good,” he said. “Call me tomorrow. Tell me how it ends.”

I cocked my head at him as we headed for the house. “I just wish I had a normal sister.” James grumbled as he dumped his bag. “And I wish I had a brother that is a liberal who understands we live in the twenty-first century where women aren’t objects and that men who treat them as such are scum, not friends.” I countered, tossing my things down.

“I will do my best with your mother!” Everyone in the audience clapped with approval. Meanwhile, Isaiah looked on dejectedly at the picture-perfect family. It used to be him standing next to Astrid. But now, he has been replaced by the eyesore, Jerome. He was this close to attaining happiness, but he had missed his chance. All he could do now was look from afar. There was no longer room for him. No, he would never give up! He would not give up even if he had turned gray and old!

I can’t deny that today turned out to be a lot better than I originally thought it would be. I was bracing myself for a day filled with chaos and frustration, expecting it to be one of the most awful days ever. But to my surprise, it’s actually been quite easygoing. There’s a sense of comfort in knowing that I’m making progress in finding Dad and securing his safety. The thought of finally seeing him face to face again fills me with anticipation and hope. I can’t wait for that moment to arrive.

“I don’t expect more. I like what we have now and I don’t want to ruin it.” You don’t understand. How could she not expect more? Her expression was sincere. It wasn’t something I expected from her. She didn’t know what she was talking about. It must be the crush talking. What if I couldn’t meet her expectations? What would happen when she realized––I was quick to rein in my thoughts from going there. The hardness in my lower region went down at the thought.

at this point it is what it is I really couldn't do much but somehow I have this hope in me that it was going to turn out great more than I expected more than I had hoped for and more than I wish, so until then I keep my head up and keep hoping for the best… Not only hope… But work for the best!!

The kind of roughness I never expected I would like, but that he does so well. The cold air carries with it a new hope. A hope for these unexpected changes, and that they can somehow work out better than we ever planned. While what happened to Emmett seems awful, we both know things might be better this way. Before, he only had one possible path in front of him that he just had to make the best of. Now he has the opportunity to do anything he wants. I call tell the crash of choices scares him, but it’s exciting at the same time. The hope of possibility. And while I promised I didn’t care if things with him weren’t easy, the hope of it all being simpler in the future is refreshing.