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.


3. Page three

I put her down again and she ran back into the kitchen. I followed her, meeting up with my aunt in there. She smiled at me.

“Are you hungry? I was just about to make some food for lunch.”

“Yeah, I’d like that. I’ll go be ready afterwards. My hear needs to dry first.” I smiled at her, though only a half-smile. She nodded at me. Then my cousin grabbed my hand and dragged me with her out to the staircase.

My aunt, uncle and cousin lived in a semi-big house. There was a basement, which definitely wasn’t meant for living, very small. Then the ground floor, first floor and the roof floor, where my new room was. The basement was only used for storage. At the ground floor was the living room, the kitchen and the bathroom and an entrance to the big garden. At the first floor was my cousin’s room, my aunt and uncle’s room and the office. So, they didn’t really have any rooms for me. That’s why I got the roof/attic all to myself. It was one big room, very big, actually. Much of it had leaning ceiling, but there had been made extra walls, so that there were two small rooms in each side, where you also could have a lot of stuff. Still, my ‘room’ was kind of really big.

Arianna, my cousin, dragged me to her room. I followed her into her room, which was marked of a morning of playing with her toys. She dragged me down onto the floor, and I sat down. From her bookcase, she found a book.

“Read it!” she asked me. I’ve never really been able to say no to her, and even though I was in no mood for it right then, I read it anyway. It didn’t take long, though, before Stella called from the kitchen, that it was time to eat. I closed the book and put it back into the bookcase, lifted Arianna up and carried her down the stairs. I hadn’t even left the last step on the stair before she almost jumped out of my arms and onto the floor, laughing at me. I smiled at her and lead her to the toilet to wash her hands. I could feel the band aid in my neck soon had to be removed; the scar just wouldn’t stop bleeding. I decided, though, that it could hold on until the funeral. Then I would take some now ones on before we went. So I followed Arianna to the living room, where the dining table was, and sat down in a chair. Stella helped my cousin up and gave her a bib on. My uncle came in and sat across from me. My aunt sat next to me.

My aunt was only about 30 years old and looked so much like my mom. She had the same, blond hair as my mom. Their faces looked alike. I have loved Aunt Stella my whole life, and looked so much up to her. Her husband, my uncle, James, was very nice, too. I had only known him for five years. They married four years ago, one year before Arianna was born. My uncle was 34 years old and had auburn hair, which Ari had gotten from him. Both my uncle and aunt were teachers. My aunt in the elementary school, my uncle at an university.

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