The Guardian Illustrator

The Day I Turned 13

My life feels like one gigantic book right now. This all cannot possibly be real. I bet I'm dreaming, and I'll wake up oh-so-soon.
...
Oh well, I tried.
Well, while I have the time, I might as well tell you how I got myself into this mess.
It all started on October 23, 2017.
I turned 13 on that ever so gloomy day.
I woke up in a bad mood.
Oh, Mondays. The Killer of my soul. Why couldn't God love me, and let me birthday always land on Friday?! I stumbled out of bed, and kneeled on the ground. I made my bed, and looked in my closet. I decided to wear my white 'Brooklyn, NY' crop top with a black undershirt. I wore black leggings, jean booty shorts, and white sneakers. I brushed my hair and put it into a high pony.
"Ugh... I still need I brush my teeth..."
I brushed my teeth, and rinsed. I put on my face, and stared at my brace-face.
Soon. Soon I'll be free from my metal prison. I stumbled down stairs and sat at the table.
"Why, don't you look pretty, my little teenager!"
I ice-glared at her, and her smiled went down.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed..."
"Sorry, Mom." She brushed her Ginger hair with her fingers, and put it into a low pony. My mom's hair went down to her waist. She usually wore dresses, and today was no exception. She wore a simple green dress, with green lipstick and heavy mascara. She made me an Eggo Waffle, and a sad-looking piece of bacon.
Well, ain't that lovely?
I fed my food to my dog, Lucy.
"Honey, I'm gonna drive you to school today, ok?"
She walked over and took my empty plate, putting it in the sink.
"Ok Mom."
HALLELUJAH!
I hate the bus! I have to sit next to this girl name Sabrina. She is SO WEIRD! She has strawberry-blonde hair in two uneven pig tails, holding them up are pink and purple scrunchies. She usually wore short overalls and a red and white striped shirt. She wears pink sketchers, and crushes on every guy she sees. She is so shallow. An attention-seeking freak. My birthday must be cursed or something, because today just looked twice as gloomy as it usually looks. The trees were bare, and skinny. The grass grows in patches. Heck, even the old beggar lady that looks like my grandma had looked more dead than alive that day! Why does the world just hate me?! I was dropped off at my school. Donald Anderson Academy. I hated it there.
As I got out, I didn't realize my foot landed in a puddle.
"Aw Shhhhh....."
I remembered Mom didn't like it when I cursed. She is full on Christian.
I grabbed my backpack and walked to the door, but my mom called out to me.
"Honey! Wait!"
I sighed, and turned around sharply, which made some mud  splash up on my leg.
"What is it?"
My Mom reached into the driver's seat and pulled out a small box.
It had glittery silver paper, with a giant red bow on top. It was shaped like a Barbie Doll box, but no window to show what was inside. My Mom's words echo through my head every night.
"Use it wisely."
I gave her a half smile, and thanked her. She's my mom, after all. I gotta love her. I walked into the building.
As I walked through the never ending hall of lockers, I finally made it to my destination.
6th Grade Classroom.
Oh boy.
My legs are shaking as I walk in.
Today was the first day of my new class.
I was put to do an assignment there.
On my birthday.
Yippie.
Another kid's birthday is today, I jus don't know who's. But whoever it is, is screwed, because they share a birthday with me.
I sat in the back, and lowered my head. Whatever she does, she better not do what I think she will do.
"Ok, class, this is our new student..."
Oh no.
"Please welcome.."
Oh shit...
"Blair Tipp!"
I blushed in embarrassment, lowering my head in shame.
"Hey! Taylor told me she didn't have any siblings!"
One voice rang.
"I heard Taylor's real name was Blair! I thought it was a myth!"
Rang another.
Everyone realized who I was, but instead of laughing, they were silent.
"... OH MY GOD! THE TAYLOR TIPP IS IN MY CLASS!"
A kid in the front screamed excitedly. Everyone turned around to see me, and asked me a billion questions.
Of course, I couldn't answer them. They were rapid-firing at me!
"CLASS! SETTLE DOWN!"
The room got so silent so quickly I was immediately glad I didn't have her for 6th Grade.
"Ms. Tipp is doing an experiment for the school. She checks out what personalities help learn and which ones discourage it. SO PLEASE! SHOW MS. TIPP RESPECT!"
The students nodded in unison, which scared me. Hopefully this day goes by fast...

A/N: Hi! So, if you made it to here, congratulations! You just finished my very first chapter of many in The Guardian Illustrator! This book was based off a short story I had to make in school, but I wanted to remake it, so here it is! If you have any questions, suggestions, or want to see the original version, word for word, just ask! I'm planning on making this around 20-40 chapters, and if needed, a second book! Seriously, I wanted to do this for so long! Anyways, thanks for reading, the next chapter should be out shortly!
Bye!