You know that little voice in your head that says, "No, you idiot. Don't touch the hot stove," or reminds you to look twice before you cross the street? That, my friend, would be me.
Well, not specifically me. But your me. Your guardian angel.
No, not like Castiel. I don't know where you people got that wild idea of what an angel is like. He's a little odd. And trust me, if I did anything like what he and Dean Winchester do with my assignment, I would be in so much trouble. No, not like Castiel.
My assignment doesn't even know I exist. He hears me when he needs to, and I'm always there, but he doesn't know me. Nobody's assignment knows them, at least not in life. You'll meet your Angel right before you die.
Our job is basically to look after you. Make sure you don't electrocute yourself on the toaster, remind you that you forgot your gym clothes, and the like. Everything you go through, we go through as well. Like, that girl who broke up with you? She broke up with me, too. That failing grade you're getting? I'm getting it, too. That time you broke your leg? I didn't break mine. But, I mean, I was there. You get the point.
Every Angel gets one assignment in their life. We're not immortal, don't let Hollywood fool you. Basically, we die when you die. Well, not right when you die. We take you were you need to go and see the Mother real quick, but then we die. I don't really know what happens after, that's the Mother's job.
The Mother, since I keep talking about it, is this...person, I guess. They're not really what you think of as a Mother. Not a woman. Just a person. But Their job is to take care of you from the time you're born until you're three. They and your parent's Angels look after you up until then. The Mother also looks after the new Angels and makes sure they're ready to take care of their assignment. Then They drop your three-year-old Angel off with three-year-old you, and that's it for Them until you die.
Your Angel is always with you from age three for the rest of your life. Some Angels have more work than others. For example, an assignment with bad parents in a third world country would be harder than an assignment who goes through life entirely on a silver plater. Not to say any assignment is easy. Every Angel has a ton of BS to deal with on a daily basis. You people are hard to take care of.
Some Angels get cute little girls who grow up to live their dreams. Some Angels get hardcore drug addicts who live a life of crime. Me, I didn't get either of those. I got, well, I got an idiot.
My assignment is my boy Leo. We're both 15 now. A lot's happened in the 12 years that I've been with him.
Right now we're going through our goth phase. Everyday with the black skinny jeans and the hair in the face. But if Leo likes it I like it. Mom doesn't really understand, neither does Dad. For me, though, sitting on Leo's bookshelf listening to Black Veil Brides while he does his hair seems pretty legit.
The last couple weeks have been kind of weird. The craziness started on the first day of school after Christmas break. And there was this new boy...
