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.

13Likes
6Comments
4942Views
AA

4. Page four

We ate lunch in silence. We were all nervous and sad. It was going to be a very hard day; there was no doubt about that. I was afraid. There was going to be so many people at the funeral.

We had gotten permission to have them all buried here, in this town, so that I could visit them when I wanted to. My mom and dad are going to have the same stone. My brother got a grave just beside them. I insisted on it. I couldn’t bear the thought that he should be out there, all alone. It just wasn’t right.

While I was in the hospital, my aunt bought me a black dress that I was going to wear that day. We couldn’t drive home to get my cloth, and I didn’t have anything before. It was amazing, though. It fitted me perfectly, and was so pretty, with spaghetti straps. It was tight around the waist and up above the breast. It had the most perfect skirt, the fabric going down just beneath my knees and with light, silk-like fabric. It was so pretty. I didn’t quite know what to do about my hair. Stella has also bought a hoodie and a pair of jeans for me to wear the day after, when we go back home.

We quickly finished eating and then I helped putting the dishes into the dishwasher. Then I went back into the living room and sat at the couch. The dress and a pair of black nylon stockings lay in a plastic bag, ready for me to wear. I took it with me out to the bathroom. A big mirror hanged at the one wall. I looked at myself for a moment. I had never been anything special. My hair was plain brown and extraordinarily thick and strong. My eyes were a boring green. I was neither skinny nor fat. I was something in the middle. I had always hated my body. My hips, waist and legs were too big. My hair couldn’t sit in a ponytail for much more than two hours before it was totally destroyed again. I only used mascara and concealer for makeup. My mom used to tell me that I was beautiful. I never believed her, and I only thought that it was annoying. I still did not think that I was beautiful. But I wish that she was here to tell me.

I slowly put the stockings and the dress on, making sure nothing breaks. Then I carefully shifted the band aid at my neck. My ribs did hurt really badly. I had overused them. But there was nothing to do about it. I had to attend the funeral.

My aunt had given me permission to use her makeup, because my own - of course - was at home. God, I had  to stop calling it home. I lived there, now. My uncle had already done all of the paperwork. I was now, officially, adopted.

I put on light makeup, some mascara and a little lip-gloss. Then I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair looks like hell. I quickly grabbed the hairbrush and tried to put it down. Surprisingly, it helped. I sighed, a deep sigh of relief and then went and unlocked the door.

 

When we arrived at the church, no one was there. It was okay with me. If someone was there already, I think that everybody would run to me, asking if I was okay. I didn’t think that I could bear that. I needed to have one last minute of peace.

When we went into the church, I had a garland in my arms. It’s for my little brother. My uncle carried the one for my parents and the one from my aunt and uncle, one in each hand. My aunt has their last one. When we entered the church, the priest came walking toward us. I had talked a lot with him since the accident. About songs and such things, and I really like him. He smiled friendly to us when we entered, and then let us carry on toward the three coffins. I start crying again, and I feel relief. I used waterproof mascara, with probably was very smart.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...