The Guardian Angel

Sixteen year old Caitlynn lost both her parents and her younger brother in a car accident. She has now been adopted by her aunt and uncle. She is looking forward to a hard life, but what happens when she meets Tedd, a kind but quite weird boy, and the mysterious Audrey, who tells her a story about different worlds, a kingdom, angels and God?

Note: I put the chapters up as pages - so each chapter is approximately one page in my Word document. AND, sorry for typos and mistakes - I rarely look back at it, so please forgive me.


5. Page five

I laid the garland at the top of the smallest coffin. I let my hand carefully touch the coffin, knew that the empty shall of my younger brother lied within. I took the garland that my uncle held for me and carry it towards the two bigger coffins. My mom was nearest the altar. On top of her coffin I laid down the garland and, just like at my brothers coffin, touched my mom’s carefully. Then did the same with dads.

We had only just sat down at the seats in the front, when my grandparents came. I heard them at a distance and look behind us. When I saw them I just jumped up and ran to them, straight into my grandmother’s arms. She was my father’s mom. I hugged her tightly and she hugged me back, and I can feel her beginning to sob. Then I sob. Then my grandfather hugs the both of us, and we stand for a few seconds. Then others came, and I tell them that I wanted to go back to my seat. I didn’t wanna be assaulted in the front of the church, so I hurried back to my seat. My grandparents sits next to my uncle, who sat the farest away from me.

A lot of people came to me in the front of the church to say how much sorry they felt for me. Some of them I knew very well, someone I had only seen once or twice, someone I had never even seen. They kept on coming until suddenly, everyone became quite as the organ started to play.

The rest of the funeral went past in a haze. I can’t remember when I cried or when I didn’t. It was first when we got home that afternoon, that I realized that it was over. The last goodbye had been said. I couldn’t even cry anymore. I just carefully changed into my night clothing and went to bed, though I couldn’t fall asleep. I just lay there, listening to my aunt and uncle going to bed, too.

And then, everything got quiet. My eyes were dry and sore, and when I closed them, they burned like hell. I lay on the couch; I pulled the carpet up above my heard, as if to hide from the truth and the world. I had done a lot of that recently. I didn’t like living in the now, nor in the past. I felt so much alone, even though my aunt and uncle did everything for me and I felt so bad about it. But in a couple of days, I had to start school. I was so nervous about it. I had never transferred schools before, so I had no idea what I was going in to. But my aunt worked at the school, though she was a teacher for the younger classes, so if something would go wrong, I could just go down to her, so I was not as worried as I could have been.

All in all, I felt both relief and fear of going back to school. It was February now, and in the middle of the school year, and because of the accident, I had lost a lot of school. I’m afraid that I would have fallen behind, but mostly, if I could fit into the new class. I didn’t know anyone of them, so I just hoped that some friendly soul would choose to take care of me.


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