My Guardian Angel Is Trying To Kill Me

Chapter One

Arcea's POV

"But honestly, we are so over. I mean he like totally dissed me, and the girl was like, so fugly, you wouldn't believe." I said to my best friend, Summer Prudence, as we reapplied make up in the school's dirty basement bathroom.

"I know right. Girl you are so better off without that loser. So whatcha have 6th?" She asked as she squinted into the broken mirror. It wasn't the best bathroom, but nobody except tiny 6th graders ever bothered us, so we could talk without fear of interruption.

"Ugh. History, then Home Ec. I think I'm gonna skip. You?" I asked.

"I've got Home Ec. I would blow it off, but there's this hot new guy that's totally been checking me out. You ok on your own?" I grinned at her concern. Who says the "it" girls are inconsiderate.

"Naa. I'm fine. But Summer?" I called as she walked out.

"Yaa Arcy?"

I cringed inwardly at the nickname, but on the outside I grinned and said "I expect all the details after school today at the Olympic." The Olympic is the local cafe that people hang out at after school. As the schools popular group, we're just expected to be there.

"Got it! Laters!" She said.

"Laters" I muttered, as she closed the door. Jeez being the popular girl really took a lot of effort. I got perfect grades, skipped class, was liked by every boy in the school, and was everybody's vote for prom queen, even my competitors. The thing was I was smart, beautiful, and popular, but I was also nice, to everybody, so everybody liked me. People are so easy to manipulate. I honestly hated school, hated life, had no self confidence, and was so depressed, I thought about committing suicide. My parents didn't care about me. I was really alone. I had friends sure. Summer was nice, even if she was a total slut. Jenna was great, but a little quiet. And Amy was... Well Amy. She acted so much like the character in Doctor Who I called her Miss Amelia Pond. When she was with her boyfriend everyone would say "Here come the Ponds."

The bell rang then, interrupting my train of thought. I finished putting my lipstick on with a sigh, then strolled out of the bathroom, terrifying some really late 6th graders, who probably thought I was a teacher, and walked out of the school building.

I barely had time to take a breath of fresh air, before some pinned my hands together from behind and whispered in a beautiful, mellifluous, masculine, and extremely seductive voice "I suggest that you remain perfectly still, and make no noise, if you want to live."