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.

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10. Page ten

“So, you’ve decided what you want to keep?” she asked. I nodded with a smile.

“The bookcase. I don’t think there’s anything else. Is that alright?”

“Yeah, ‘cause, it’s no problem. Will you help me getting it in the trailer?” and we did. We lent a big trailer, one of those with a roof, at a gas station. The bookcase could just be in there. We put the bags in there, around it, too. Stella had found some food products that she could use, and a bunch of my mother’s clothing.

Then, looking around the neighborhood, I saw that white flicker once again, and my heart skipped a beat. Then a white feather, about the size of my lower arm, floated down in front of me. I lifted my hand to grab it. It was so light and soft that it felt like it wasn’t even there. I lookd up, but nothing was there. I spun around myself, feeling the presence of someone. Stella had retreated into the house again, and even though there usually would be children out playing on the road and in the gardens, everything was empty and silent. I felt dizzy and learned back against the car. A breeze floated around me, and I closed my eyes for a second. I still felt that strange, unearthly presence and it scared the crap out of me. Opening my eyes once again, a shiver ran down my back.

You are safe. The words settled around me, easy as the breeze but strong and protectively like a fathers embrace. But the strangeness of it makes me pale and sick and I wanted to puke my guts out.

I retreated backwards the front door. I clenched the feather in my hand as I backed inside.  It was strange, but nice. I put the feather into my backpack; it could only just fit in there.

 

When we got home, it was about dinnertime. James had made soup, and we sat down to eat before emptying the trailer. The atmosphere was light and easy, it felt nice upon going back and having the weird feeling. When we finished eating, James and I leave Stella to the dishes, while we went and got the bookcase to the attic. It took some effort, but after a good half hour, we got it up to the first floor, and inside the small room in the end of the house, where the staircase to the attic was. It was not one of those pull-down staircases, but a real one, just like the one leading to the first floor. You could put a door on top of the hole, though, so you had a bit more privacy.

“Where do you want it to be?” James asked, looking at me. He looked tired already; he isn’t quite used to doing active stuff, he is more kind of the office-guy. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t fat or anything, actually pretty slender, but it was natural.

“Just … in the corner over there, I think. I can always move it if it’s necessary.” I was itching to start moving in. I loved stuff like this. Well, not the ‘I-just-lost-my-family’-part, but the moving-in part. James and I went down, but when he went into the kitchen to talk with Stella, I went to the hall, where all my bags stood. My bags, which contained everything that I had left of my old life, my pictures, my books, my memories. I lifted my schoolbag up and swung it over my shoulder, grabbed as many bags as I could and then I started carrying it upstairs, all the way to the attic. I put them down at the top of the staircase. Then I ran down to get the last things up. But when I stood in the attic, I realized that to put up all of these things, I needed furniture. I let out a little sigh, but I tried to be patient and started putting my books on place, sat them up in order from color, height and whether it’s paperback or hardback.

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