When I got home my mum called downstairs “Hope, honey could you empty the dishwasher.” It was something she asked everyday and I did it every day without question, but this time there was a question. Am I really a robot? Something inside of me clicked, I didn’t want to be perfect anymore. I don’t want to do everything anyone says. I don’t want to stand by and watch my friends spend all their time trying to do better than me. I don’t want to be the teachers always pick last because they know I have the answer. Most of all I don’t want to watch my friends slowly give up hope of ever beating me. Hope should never be given up and I am the cause of this loss of hope. I needed to get away from it all. So I ran. Away from my world and out into a new one which is everything but familiar.