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.


9. Page nine

The house was cold. The heat had been turned off, so when I walked in, I didn’t really want to take of my jacket, but I did so anyway, out of pure habit. I put my shoes underneath the jacket on the hanger, and walked into the kitchen.

It stood exactly as we left it. Nothing had changed. It was weird, you would think that the atmosphere would be different - but it wasn’t. I still felt at home. I still felt safe. Stella pulled me away from my thoughts by putting a hand on my shoulder.

“We get your things straight away. A realtor will come and take a look at the house later, and I don’t think you would want to be here, when we talk.” She said. I nodded in agreement, and then I walked into my old room.

It was small, compared to what I was going to have at Stella’s house, but it had always been enough. In the corner was my old bed, it was quite small, and I could use a new one. Stella and I had talked about that, and it was all right. Underneath the bed, I had bags lying. My schoolbag was standing at my bookcase, an old, black one, found in a secondhand store a year ago. My desk was at the window. When I was doing my homework, I always ended up staring out the window, out into the garden.

I pulled out the bags. A big one, a traveling bag. My sports bag, which was pretty big, too. I emptied my schoolbag from everything I didn’t need. I kept my pencil case and my note books in it.

Then I started picking up what I wanted to bring with me. First, books. I look at them and I realize that there was so many, that I wanted to keep. I started taking my favorites. Then the ones that I liked. I had taken a little more than half of what I had, around 25 books. I nodded, decided that the others wasn’t any good anymore - children’s books, books I never really liked. I put them on the bed, making them fill as little as possible. Then I opened my wardrobe. It was not that I swim in clothes like many other girls, but I did have a little more than I needed. So, again, I started taking out my favorite things. Jeans, a hoodie, shirts, cardigans, two scarfs. My training suit went along, too. I went to get a plastic bag in the kitchen, and put my favorite underwear and socks in it, and put it on the bed, too. Then, stuff. I looked around. My pencils, sketchpad. I liked drawing, and those were defiantly stuff that I couldn’t live without. I put it on the bed. Then I opened a drawer beneath my desk. Pictures. Folders full of them. I took them and put it on the bed, too. Then I went to pick out all of my small things, I had put up for garnish. I found the things that I liked, but it was not much.

The rest of the things in my room were just junk. Nothing that I really liked. I picked up my old teddy bear. He had lost an eye, but I loved him. I sat him on the books.

From the rest of the house, I didn’t take much. Some of my mom’s jewelries, a couple of my dad’s shirts. My brother’s teddy bear, a green t-rex doll that he had liked a lot. I took the frames with pictures of us, which were hanging around the house. In the bathroom, I took all of what was mine. I left the rest.

In my brothers room, his piggy bank stood, full of coins. Since he couldn’t use them, I told myself that he wouldn’t mind me taking them. I did the same in my parents’ room. And then, with a smile, I went to the kitchen. We had a small cabinet, filled with candy. I couldn’t help but laugh; This was so much like me. I took a big plastic bag, and filled it with candy, chocolate and some cookies. A bit of gum and some sweets. I took it to my room, and then I looked in my mom’s wardrobe. She had some nice sweaters, which I  had always liked. I folded them nicely, and put them with my own clothing. I looked at the few things that I was going to bring. But then I shrugged, it’s going  be okay anyway. I started putting it into the bags, when Stella came in.

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