Guardian Angel

Isabella Freestone has lived a normal life (or as normal as it gets when you're part angel) and she couldn't wish for anything better. However, when she discovers that the people she has been living with for as long as she can remember aren't her real family, she begins the search for her biological parents. The only problem is, they are almost impossible to track down. Will she ever manage to track them down? What if they aren't what she expects? Will they even remember her?

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2. The Letter

“Izzy!” Isabelle’s dad called from downstairs, “Hurry up, you’ll be late for school!”

The girl rolled over and made a noise somewhere between a gasp, a grunt and a scream. Isabella Freestone had never been a morning person, and she doubted she ever would be. What was the point of school anyway? What use would trigonometry be to her anyway? In what profession would she need that?

Before she even knew what was happening, she was moving at super speed. Within one minute, she was washed, dressed and down at the kitchen table with two slices of toast.

“Da-ad,” She groaned, staring into the man’s warm brown eyes, “Why?”

Yeah, her family wasn’t really very normal; they all had angel blood in their veins. None of them were full on angel, of course; even her dad was about as watered down as possible. Either way, they weren’t exactly your average family.

The strange thing was this: Her dad was about an eighth angel, and her mum half angel, but out of the three Freestone children, Isabelle was almost full-on angel. It was the biggest mystery she had ever tried to solve, and she sure wasn’t making much headway.

Also, she looked nothing like the rest of the family. Her dad was blonde and her mum was a brunette. Her brother and sister were both blonde, but Isabelle was a natural red head. Not to mention that she had deep blue eyes instead of brown.

“There’s something I need to give to you.” He sat down next to her.

He slipped a small white envelope out of his pocket and held it out to her. She took it and looked at the front. Her first name was written in curly, sophisticated handwriting that she had never seen before. There was no address or postage stamp, so it must have been delivered by hand; but why?

Carefully she prised open the back and pulled out a neatly folded piece of paper. She unfolded it and held it in her lap.

Dearest Isabella,

If you are reading this, then it means that Jake thinks you are ready to know the truth about who you really are.

For starters, Jake is not your dad, and Lucinda is not your mum. I’m Moriabeth Resonata, and I’m your biological mother.

Your father and I are both angels and we felt that it would be best for you to grow up like a regular girl. Believe me, it was the last thing we wanted to do, but we were only thinking about what would be best for you.

I hope that someday you will be able to forgive us.

Love

Moriabeth

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