Her Guardian Angel

|Chapter One|

Chapter one:

Who is he?

I walked slowly, keeping my head down. I did my best to watch where I was going, but I wasn't sure it was working, as I had already bumped into a few people along the way.

I quickened my pace, heading towards the lunchroom, trying to find Alyssa, my best friend.

C'mon. C'mon. C'mon Alyssa, where are you, I thought peering out from under my hoodie.

I looked ahead of me, seeing Alyssa's fishtailed, blonde hair.

Finally! I thought, quickening my pace, with my head now up.

I walked gracefully towards her, just as she turned around, appearing to be no one other than Charlotte Prescott.

Remember in grade school, middle school, or high school?

Did you ever have that one person who would always embarrass you in front of everyone? Maybe, shove you against the wall every time they saw you in the hallway? Throw things at you at lunch? Call you names?

Yeah. So did I. For five years, my life has been hell. All because of Charlotte.

But strangely, Charlotte wasn't like this two years ago.

Maybe she started hanging out with the wrong crowd? I'm not sure.

But what I do know, is she completely started hating me for no absolute reason.

As she turned, I did to.

Turned the other way and started walking quickly, to be exact.

Ha. Now, you may be thinking,

'You got away' or 'Thank god she didn't know it was you' or maybe even 'Hmh, at least she didn't see you'

But you, my dear, are sadly mistaken. Because before I could get at least a table or two away, I felt a hand grab the back of my hoodie.

I'm dead, I said to myself, preparing for the ass kicking I was about to get.

Especially the fact that I don't fight on school grounds.

Now yeah, your probably like 'Ugh. Goody-Goody' or something.

But, you have no clue how bruised I would be if I fought her.

And I don't mean she would kick my ass the next day and bruise me.

It's not her. It's my mom.

But, let's not get into that right now.

I think you would much more hear about how Charlotte is about to kick my ass.

She yanked me backwards, and I fell on the floor, her hovering over my trembling body.

"Well, hey there, Claire. Were you trying to get your ass kicked head of time today?"