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.


14. Page fourteen

I had trouble deciding what to wear that morning. At last I decided on a black pair of jeans and a green, oversize shirt with white stars on the fabric. I put on a necklace, a silver chain with a little heart. Down in the bathroom, I put my hair into a high ponytail. The scar that I got in the crash had finally healed enough for me to not wear the band aid. It didn’t even look as bad as I had feared - it was only tinted a little red around it, making my skin blush a bit.

I put on a bit of makeup. Nothing much, nothing special. My hands started shaking a bit and became moist - I was nervous. Really nervous. What if they didn’t like me, or I didn’t fit in? What if I couldn’t even make a single friend, not even someone to say hello to in the mornings? I pulled out a little stray of hair to frame my face. It would be alright. Definitely. It would be just fine.


But it really didn’t. As I stood in my new classroom, only one looked at me, a skinny boy with big brown puppy-eyes and salvia in the corner of his mouth. The girls chatted on, as if nothing was happening, and the boys was either sleeping or hitting each other. The teacher looked worn out, and I felt sorry for him. His grey hair had started to fall off, his forehead had become exposed. I just sat there, feeling alone and sad. The teacher, Mr. Lawrence, noticed and smiled tiredly but friendly at me, and told me to get the best out of it. I nodded, mostly to make him a little happier, and decided, that even if I couldn’t be completely happy with being here, I would do my very best to make the rest of the year comfortable for him, because he certainly didn’t look like he had had an easy time.

As the day went on, no one tried to get to talk with me, except once - Suddenly, a girl turned around and looked at me, asking what store I liked the most. My head turned completely blank as she talked, because I had never talked about anything like that before; it was not something I really thought about, either. After a couple of seconds of my silence, the girl tsk’ed and turned back to her friends, who started laughing. I felt bitter inside, wanting to smash my hand into the table and yell at them that it wasn’t fair. I wanted to run out of the room, but I didn’t want to stand up, either, because the boys was standing in front of the door like big dogs, ready to tear everything that turned against them, into little pieces.


At last, the day was over and everyone stormed out the door, the girls arm in arm. I think about whether or not I was like that before, and the thought of me being like those girls made my skin crawl and my stomach turning inside out. I pulled on my jacket with angry movements, and powerwalked out the door.

I knew the way home. The most of the way was on small streets, and at some point I needed to go down by another part of the lake to do a shortcut, which I was eager to do right now. As I walked down the path to the lake, I was completely caught up in my own thoughts. I didn’t realize that I had walked into a small group of guys before it was too late.

Some guy was screaming at another. These two were surrounded of what looked like bodyguards, but most likely only were just the friends of the two in the middle. They filled up the path, and I couldn’t get past without going straight through. As I did that, suddenly a cry was heard, loud above the voices of many people at one place - I had walked straight into a fight. I didn’t get to think any more before the guy beside me stroked against one of the others, and on the way backwards, his elbow collides with my ribs - one of those that were hurt from the crash. As it hit me, I stumbled backwards into another guy, grapping my ribs and trying to regain my breath as the pain exploded inside me.

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