Discovering My Guardian Angel

Its hard enough being a new girl in secondry school but Tessa has more problems than most. An evil glow that follows her around puts her in a place with one friend and forced to go to Statistics Club.
Will Tessa and her best friend Kat regain popularity or will they remain lonely forever?


1. Moving

Why we had to move - I didn’t know.  Yet I did know that it was something to do with my parents’ weird behaviour.  It all started the week before Christmas, my mum and dad became really paranoid; they were constantly looking over their shoulder; they kept thinking that someone was watching them.  They became obsessed with security and CCTV cameras.  Even after they had spent so much money on surveillance tech they still managed to afford to move.

Our old house was in a run-down part of Essex.  Don’t get me wrong I loved my house - it was so homely- but it was rather dilapidated.  Well actually very dilapidated.  There was damp in the kitchen; creaky floorboards everywhere; a worrying hole in the bathroom wall and well, the less said about the loft - the better.

 Our new house was a beautiful small country cottage in Norfolk.  It is in a quaint little village with a small post office and a bakery.  Despite its age the cottage (aka Woodsan Cottage) was in extremely good condition.  It had a small garden with neatly trimmed grass, as if the last owner constantly trimmed it with nail scissors.  The downstairs windows had old black frames that looked like something out of a black and white movie.  The upstairs windows had fairy-tale mint green shutters and primroses in window boxes.  The front door was placed under an old arch.  The door was mahogany and weather worn.  Instead of a doorbell it had a metal knocker that when you tapped it made an echo throughout the house.  Around the perimeter of the grounds were some flowering Rhododendron bushes.  The entrance was through a small, creaking, ornamental, iron gate.

When I arrived in the late morning the small cottage was a hustle of cardboard boxes.  “Tessa!  Thank goodness you’re here.” my mum called, “take this box up to your room.  And, whatever you do - don’t drop it!” She left me wandering how I was supposed to know which room was mine.  I headed upstairs and went into the biggest room (after all I am the oldest sibling so that’s fair right?).  I dumped the box onto the bed and slumped back next to it.  I let out a heavy sigh and enjoyed the silence.

“TESSA!” My peace was interrupted by my nine year old brother, Timothy.  In the space of 30 seconds I was rudely shoved out of the room and into a smaller room the other side of the landing.  This room was full of boxes with my name on it so I figured it was my bedroom.  At first I was disappointed and jealous that Timothy had got the bigger bedroom however I soon spotted the walk-in-wardrobe and all the evil thoughts left my mind.  I began to think that moving might not have been such a bad idea after all.

After all the boxes had been taken out of the Samson Movers Van and distributed to the appropriate rooms; I decided to start unpacking.  Before long what was a shell of a room had become my bedroom and I felt totally and utterly at home.  The walk-in-wardrobe was full of my tatty clothes; my Ghost (awesome punk rock boy-band) posters on the walls; my purple bed sheets on the bed and my fluffy rug on the cold wood floor.

Ghost is like my favourite boy band of all time.  It was made up of four teenage boys; one singer; one drummer; one guitarist and a guy called Drew Ritual who played the tambourine and was also a backing singer.  Drew was my favourite because he had such a lame part in the band - I mean tambourine isn’t exactly the most rocking of instruments - yet he still managed to pull it off.  I also felt sorry for him as he was often criticized by the press for being short.  I don’t mean a little short I mean like an eighteen year old the size of an eleven year old - not cool consequently he was always sitting down or on a podium at his concerts.  Unfortunately I had never been to one of the concerts; no matter how much I longed to they had just never came near my old town. 

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