Mysterious Angel

One: Flashback!

As I stroll down the lengthy corridor, memories of my days in primary and secondary school flood back to me. I recall feeling alone back then, just as I do now in high school in California. It makes me wonder how I ended up here and my purpose. These questions echo in my mind, but I believe that I can find the answers.

My name is Violetta Wynne, and I am proud to be one of Rosanna Marie Blossom's great-great-great-grandchildren. I am sixteen years old, meaning I have two more years left until I graduate high school.

"Why am I here?" I often ponder this question. At the tender age of fifteen, I moved to California with my adopted mother. The melancholy of my Nan's passing weighed heavily on me, and it was during the depths of my sorrow that I found myself in California, a place where I was a stranger to all. All I wanted was the opportunity to begin anew, to carve out a fresh path free from the shadows of my past.

I recently discovered some crucial information about my family. It turns out that Mia adopted me because she was unable to have children. I didn't know anything about my biological background until my Nan revealed the truth—my birth father is Mia's brother, Ross Jr. He is ten years younger than Mia and became a father at a very young age, deciding to have Mia adopt me. This revelation has given me a clearer understanding of my identity and background.

As I walk through the eerie, seemingly endless hallway, I can't shake the feeling of being perpetually alone. Ever since Nan bestowed upon me a new power to sense the presence of ghosts and Grandpa's mysterious mists, I can't help but constantly scan the ground for any signs of their existence. I wonder how Nan navigated through the ghosts when she was alive. If only she had shared her secrets with me before she passed away.

As the ghosts passed, their eerie voices echoed with a chilling message: "We want to play...!"

The haunting words repeated over and over, sending shivers down my spine.

A group of people surrounds me, moving in a circle and shouting in unison, "WE WANT TO PLAY!!!"

I don't get it! Why are they making such comments? How did Nan manage to navigate through the challenges as she grew older?

"Move... Please..." Struggling to speak, I quietly plead with them to move, my gaze fixed on the ground, unable to meet their eyes.

As I averted my gaze from the eerie spectres, a sudden, firm grip seized my arm, compelling me to whirl around to confront the actual individual swiftly. Standing before me was the handsome boy clad in the Quarterback jacket while I was so preoccupied with adjusting his grip that I tuned out whatever he was saying. The gripping flashback transported me back to the beginning of my past.

*Flashback to the secondary school in London*

I strolled through the bustling cafeteria, feeling my stomach rumble in anticipation. To satisfy my hunger, I decided on a tempting slice of pizza, a luscious rainbow cake, and a comforting hot chocolate. As I made my way to the checkout, I scanned the room for an unoccupied seat and table. My gaze fell upon a vivacious table occupied by a dramatic figure, whom I later learned was named Ava and her boyfriend, Oliver.

I caught a glimpse of them kissing, even though I had intended to look past them at the vacant table behind. I quickly thanked the lunch lady and made my way to the unoccupied table behind the one where the popular crowd was sitting.