The Guardian

CHAPTER ONE:

SKYE P.O.V:

I opened my eyes to see we had landed. Jamie was beside me, smiling.           

‘’Good morning Skye’’                                                                 

‘’Morning J’’                                                                                    

 ‘’J?’’                                                                                                              

‘’Yeah, it’s my new nickname for you’’ I smile, before standing up and stretching.

‘’we will be arriving at the school in ten minutes. You might want to freshen up?’’ he said smiling.

I nodded and head to the bathroom. I look in the mirror and see I look a mess. My make-up is smudged under my eyes and my hair it messy. I brush my teeth, redo my makeup adding a touch more lip-gloss and brush my hair down before straightening my ends again. When I'm finish, we climb into a limo and I relax.                                      

‘’j, what’s the school like?’’                                                                                

‘’it’s excellent’’ I turn to him and raise an eyebrow.                                           

‘’ok, it’s different. Like any other school it’s a nightmare but your uncle cares for every student. He wants them to exceed in their abilities’’ I nod and look out the window, letting my mind reflect on the last weeks events.

I was day-dreaming in class when books crashed down in front of me. I had jumped back surprised and saw everyone was looking at me.                                             

‘’Miss Johansson, I’m sorry that my class is boring you but could you at least give me some respect and try to listen?’’ my teacher spat, I nodded meekly and bent my head from the snickers sent my way.  For the rest of the lesson I had kept my head down and tried to concentrate, until finally the bell had rang and I rushed to my car.I had brought it with some of the money my parents had left me.

They had died when I was three so I never really knew them. All I remembered were my dreams. I saw snow and my mother’s necklace; she had given me as she died, right in front of me. Until last year I had been in a home but then a couple came and liked me. At the time I thought it was a blessing because most people want a young child not a moody teenager. But after a few weeks, I saw there real colours.

They wanted me to work and abused me when I was unable to do so. Having them as foster parents was just another obstacle. I had what people would consider a streak of bad luck. First with my parents dying, bullied because of the way I looked and then there were my dreams. I dreamed things that were impossible.

All my dreams came true. I wasn’t talking about I imagine they came true I mean I know they come true. I dream them and when I wake up I have a sense about what I dreamed but can never remember exactly what happens. Its only when it comes to life that it hits me like déjà vu. I made the mistake of telling a girl in my class when I was little and she called me a freak and told everyone. That was then the bullying started. To me it was just another streak of bad luck, but I knew someday my luck was going to change, but until then I day-dreamed and drawed to block out the bulling.