Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to meet your guardian angel? We live in a world where the supernatural has been all but explained away - science and technology are the 'magic' that makes the world turn, and as such many of the myths and legends of old have almost completely faded into obscurity. However, there seems to be something more behind this idea of angels and demons. No matter how advanced our society becomes, in times of extreme peril you can always find someone on their knees, praying to their gods and begging for the deliverance of some higher power. I personally was never one to believe in such things; after all, the idea of gods and guardian angels was something for fairy tales and history class. Still, we all know that one person who refuses to let go of these archaic beliefs; for me, it was my grandmother. Every day before I went to school, she would give me the same farewell;
"Angels up above watch over you, Amelia."
As hard as I tried, I could never muster the willpower to acknowledge this sentiment. My grandmother had come to live with my family after her health had taken a turn for the worst last year. Don't get me wrong, I love my grandmother with all my heart; but sometimes it can get a bit overwhelming listening to her stories about angels and demons and other supernatural garble that I could never quite understand. As I got ready for school, I glanced at myself in the mirror to make sure that I was at least looking presentable. I had always been told that I looked exactly like my grandmother did when she was my age - short raven black hair that barely reached my shoulders and scarlet red eyes that in all honesty I thought were a bit too unsettling. Still, even I could admit that my facial features were something I actually took pride in - soft, thin cheekbones and a small button nose framed by my slightly upturned almond eyes, I could genuinely see what people meant when they compared me to Grandma Esperanza. I glanced at the clock on the wall; I was already running late! I slipped on my shoes and ,with a small wave to my grandma, rushed out of the house, racing up the drive to wait for the morning bus. Don't get the wrong idea, it's not like I'm an absent minded person - I'm the Class Rep, President of the Student Council, and captain of the Cheer Squad. Not absentminded; busy. Still, with all the things I have to remember running through my head, sometimes it was hard for me to keep everything straight. My thoughts were interrupted as my bus pulled up, the air brakes hissing as the door creaked open and the driver smiled sweetly down at me, which I immediately returned with an enthusiastic wave as I hopped onto the bus and scanned the crowd, immediately spotting a certain bubbly blonde sitting at the back of the bus. I quickly rushed over and enveloped her in a hug, which the girl quickly returned. Before I could even set down my bookbag, Briley was already gushing about the latest gossip.
"Amy, girl you are not going to believe who I saw walking home with Summer yesterday!" She squealed excitedly, forcing a smile from me - no matter how bad of a mood I was in, I could always count on Briley to brighten my morning. She and I had been best friends since elementary school; back then I was quite the quiet child, so you can imagine I wasn't the best at making new friends. It wasn't until Briley came up to me and offered to play that I was able to break out of my shell, so I suppose in a large way my current popularity is all thanks to her. I tried my best to focus and pay attention to whatever she was enthralled with, but I was never one to get tied up in the class drama. Contrary to popular belief, not every cheerleader is an airhead - one of my passions in life is dance, ballet specifically; cheer just happens to help keep me in shape for ballet. And sure, I suppose it's also kind of fun to be the center of attention with the rest of the girls on the squad, but that's not my primary reasoning to be clear. By this time, my thoughts had already drifted, and I barely caught the last part of Briley's rant.
"... And I heard we're supposed to be getting a new student today, a transfer from some foreign country." She stated like it was some kind of afterthought; that was enough to pique my interest as I looked over at her curiously.
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Fantasía-- Angels above watch over you, Amelia -- Every day, my grandmother would repeat this same farewell phrase to me before I left the house. I never took it to mean much more than an archaic goodbye... I couldn't have been more wrong. Pulled into a wo...
