Guardian of the Proxy (Ben Drowned story)

chapter 1

*(^^YES THATS OUR LITTLE PROTAGONIST. I HOPE YOU LIKE HER AS MUCH AS I DO)

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"Deep beneath the ocean of pride and all ambition, lie the fears I have never known.
Storms will fade, given time as the nightmares take flight let me not suffer them alone."

There is always a chosen guardian. A guardian to protect the proxy and those who care about the guardian. But as well, there is always a conflict with the situation that can't be fixed. Just like her, she didn't want to hurt anybody. Two souls that meant to be together, were separated with hatred because of destiny....

Everyone gets a miracle, I don't think miracles exist, everyone else does....but I don't.
Mom always says to be happy no matter what happens. I do what she says, but not all the time.

"Not all hearts have to be red, ya know. But here, h-have this necklace from me, Elise.....Happy Birthday!" said the blonde, shy boy, while putting around my neck a blue-hearted necklace, very well made and detailed.
"Thank you, Benjamin." I turned back, facing and smiling at him.
"So, whataya say if we go for a swim at the beach after school?" Benjamin smirked.
"That'll be splendid! But then we're going to my house to eat some cake, right?" I smiled wider.
Benjamin just chuckled, "I don't see why not. But I have to go to my house early....you know how my father can be sometimes...."
"HEY GUESS WHAT?!" I exclaimed, changing the subject.
"What?"
"I got that new video game you told me to buy for my Birthday. I haven't played it yet. So I was wondering if you could help me with that!"
"Sure," Benjamin gave me a small, little grin.

Seven years....

These seven years have been like a living hell to me.

.......

I put on the blue-hearted necklace, that Benjamin gave me seven years ago....
He always knew I liked simple and pretty jewels. He gave it to me and said, "Not all hearts have to be red,"
Benjamin was one of my bested friends.
But he died seven years ago. No one knows how.

Sad story, right?

I tied my hair into a ponytail on my right side, as always, put my school uniform and put on my glasses before looking at myself on my mirror.

I studied my face in the mirror. My awakening had taken its roll. My long hair, the color of a caramel brown or sometimes blonde, didn't have its usual sheen. My freckles, giving my cheeks a touch of highlight. My blue-ocean eyes looked faded, my pale and pink lips a touch dry. My skin, a creamy peach as ever. My hair is normally a really curly hair. But, today, I decided to straighten it. I gave myself a slight grin before going downstairs.

"Good morning, mom, dad," I greeted.
"Good morning," they both said in unison.
"Did you manage to do all your things last night?" Dad asked.
I nodded, "Yes, I did it all."

"Good." Mom replied for him.

I wouldn't call her, 'Mom. Mom' because she is not....my biological mother.
My biological mother died when I was born, and my father had all right to find new happiness through his way.

And he found her, he found Sophie. My step-mother.

But she's not such a bad mother after all.