My Guardian Dear

Chapter One

Chapter One

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            I was slowly pulled back to reality, my daydream fading from my mind.  Bit by bit, sounds of side conversation and car honks filled my eardrums.  My eyes, glazed over from brooding memories, began to absorb my surroundings.  Passerby people, light posts, small stores, zooming cars.  Once fully aware of the world around me, I shook the remainder of the thought of my mother from my head.  It does me no good mourning over a death that occurred nearly four years ago.

            I continued through the town, hoping to enjoy the few moments of freedom that I have before returning to that prison of a boarding school.  Why couldn’t my mother have sent me to an orphanage after her death?  Or least let me live with a relative?  Not in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that I would be living the remainder of my life in a strict Christian boarding school.  Nor would I have known that my mother would die of hysteria, claiming to be threatened by demons of some sort.  But life is what it is, no use arguing with it.

            I continued to stroll casually down the street, my messenger bag swinging to and fro near my waist.  I glanced at my watch and noticed I only had an hour or so left in town.  Pulling my bag higher up my shoulder, I broke out into a fast-paced walk, hoping to reach the supermarket and a few novelty stores along the way.  As I made a beeline to the supermarket, I saw an angel figurine in the window of a small foreign store.

            “My guardian angel…” I mumbled to myself, but pushed the thought away and went on my way.  They weren’t real, it’s as simple as that.

            I noticed a gang of rough-looking boys surrounded a girl that I recognized from my school in an alley.

            “Aww, c’mon, just one little kiss,” one boy taunted, puckering his lips in a disgusting fashion.  His friends seemed to play along, all of them making crude gestures toward the powerless girl.  Of course, being me, I couldn’t let it slide.

            I bravely pushed my way through the group and defended the girl with my arm.  “Hey, did you guys get rejected so many times that you had to resort to forcing a girl to like you?”

            A couple of boys looked thrown off, then they all began to laugh, a snide, jeering laugh.  The leader, whom I presumed, lifted my chin and said, “Look here, sweetie.  You’re kinda cute, so we’ll let you live.  I’d let you go, but you’re too pretty for me to ignore.”

            I smirked, and spit into his eye.  A bellow erupted from his mouth, and he staggered back, cradling his face in both hands.  The rest of the gang became disoriented without their strong and fearless leader, some even ran, including the girl I was protecting.  A thank you would’ve sufficed.

            Once the leader regained his composure, he snickered maliciously.  “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that,” and lunged straight at me.

            I easily dodged, and countered with a quick jab in the back.  Unexpectedly, the three remaining gang members pulled out guns and knives, including the leader, once he stood up.  I backed up against the wall, ready to receive my fate, my eyes tightly shut.

            There was a flash of light, so bright that it nearly blinded my closed eyes.  I heard a few grunts, then silence.  Rubbing vision back into my blinded eyes, I began to make out a four unconscious bodies on the floor and a figure in front of me.  A girl, in old-fashioned garb, with… wings.

            “Hiya,” she said with a sly smirk, a gleaming sword supported on her shoulder.  “The name’s Luna, and I’m your guardian angel.”