Angels in my life

The Beginning

When I opened my eyes, I looked into his. His dark blue eyes that made me want to melt. I shut my eyes and when I opened them again, the eyes were different. These eyes were light green with little flecks of blue. As he leaned down to kiss me, the eyes changed. They were blue, then green, then blue. While he was kissing me, I noticed something soft running under my fingers as I ran them down his back. I opened my eyes for the last time to see... Wings!!!

I woke with a gasp. My dream had left a light sheen of sweat on my face. I noticed that my room was hot. I got up and opened my window. I turned to look at my clock. It was 5:30 in the morning. I had school in two and a half hours. It was going to be my first day at Rachelle High. I wanted to play the sick card, but my mom would know. When I talked to her the night before, I had admitted to being nervous and scared. This would be my fifth new high school in two years. We had always moved around a lot. My mom was running from my dad. He would always beat my mom when he came home from the bar every night in a drunken rage.

My dad was always a drunk. At least that's what my mom says. She would always tell me, when I was little, when I asked where my daddy was that he was working. Ya, he was working alright. One time, my mom made my dad babysit me. Not wanting to wait till she got home, he put me in the car and took me with him. I was only six years old. My mom was so mad when my dad finally brought me home at two in the morning. She picked me up and took me upstairs. She put me to bed, and then she went back downstairs. Soon I heard yelling. That was when the beating started. When my mom finally stood up to my drunk father.

I don't like talking about my dad. When people ask me about him, I say he died. That lie became the truth last year. My mom and I had just moved to a small town in Grand Rapids, Michigan. I was just about to turn 15. It was on my first day of school. My dad showed up at my house about 10 to 15 minutes before I had to leave. My mom was outside, putting the last of the boxes in the garage. He pulled up at my house and walked right up to my mom. He grabbed her and told her to go get me and get in the car. She started screaming. I started screaming and I had tears running down my face. Luckily, a guy walking by heard me and my mom screaming or my mom would of been killed. My dad in his drunk rage, didn't see the guy coming. He grabbed my dad and pulled him off my mom. My mom ran in the house and called the cops. My mom then grabbed me and we both started sobbing. Before the cops got there, my dad had jumped in his car and raced down the street. All of a sudden, we heard screeching and then we heard the crash. Let's say, I didn't go to school that week.

About an hour later, after sitting in bed and doing nothing but remembering, I started to get dressed. Today, I wore a soft rose tank under a white cardigan with black jeans and a pair of heels. I only put in a little makeup. My mom complained when I wore too much. I loved my mom, but she was way overprotective. Every morning, she would always go into my room just to kiss my forehead. Ugh, I hated it. She treated me like I was a baby. Or say she treats me like a baby. Luckily, she goes to work before I get up. Thank God for that. I hate it when she treats me like a baby. So what if I'm an only child. Doesn't mean I'm just going to disappear and leave her alone.

The worst thing about today, is that its my birthday. Today, I'm officially 16. I feel different somehow, like I've changed. It could just be from me turning 16, but I don't know. I had gotten my licence and new car yesterday. I drove around for a while trying to find things. I found the way to my new school after two hours. I was so frustrated that I screamed. Luckily, all my windows were up, or everyone around me would've heard me scream. I don't want the people here to think I'm crazy or something.

As I drove to school, I kept thinking about my dad. How he died on my first day of school last year. It's been haunting me for a while now. I moved here in May and now it's September. I had been living here for five months and I mostly stayed indoors. Either that or out in my backyard tanning. You think I would be a normal teenage girl and go shopping at the mall or go show off my smokin body at the pool. Of course I had a nice shape to me. I have a well sized chest for a sixteen year old. I'm skinny but not too skinny. I run, I'm on the volleyball team, and I swim. You would think I've had plenty of boyfriends, right? Well, I haven't had any. I know a big shock right? My best friend back in Grand Rapids said it was my eyes that scared the guys off. My eyes are a deep gold. They have little bits of silver and amber in them. My mom always says that your eyes make you who you are. My mom told me once when I asked her why my eyes are this color, that it was normal. She said "Skylar, your eyes are just who you are on the inside, beautiful." She kissed my forehead after she said that. I smiled to myself as I pulled into the school lot.