Angel (On Hold)

Chapter 03

Chapter 03

During the rest of the day Laura continued to keep thinking about what that girl had told her, the crude mean girl from the competition that knew what Laura muttered about in the hopes that help would arrive in time only to have them destroyed in a ball of fire and a pillar of black choking smoke.

She could barely concentrate on her school work; she didn’t even care if her aunt still wanted to talk about this morning, already itching for an argument when Laura got home.

“Whatever you have to say Katrina, just go and say it, I’ve had a difficult first day.”

This seemed to stop her aunt’s raving, her eyes searching her’s before asking tightly. “And what was that?”

Laura shook her head. “It doesn’t really matter.” She headed to the stairs only to pause and look back. “Aunt Katrina, have you ever dealt with someone from your past that didn’t like you for something you didn’t do, but they saw it as your fault?”

Her aunt stilled then frowned. “What brought this on? You’ve never asked me anything before. Why not ask one of your silly little friends for the answer?”

“If you don’t want to answer it then just say so.” Laura said while turning.

“You know what I do for a living don’t you?” her aunt said causing Laura to look at her.

“Yes,” her aunt worked for the Labor Relations of Toronto Canada, a firm dealing with the legal system when someone who works has been treated poorly, they would try to resolve the issue before it could be taken to court. Laura had even come across a number of death threat letters addressed to her aunt, one had even went so far as to throw a brick through the window while they were home, only to have been arrested and charged with assault trespassing. Even then her aunt would keep working her job.

“Then you should know I’ve dealt with my fair share of people who blame me for things, even though I had done nothing to cause it. People will always lash out at those they think should be the ones to blame.”

Even though Laura and Katrina never really got along, she did make a valid point. “I know,” she said softly. “I’ve dealt with my fair share too.”

Her aunt looked away knowing that Laura meant her. “Why did you want to know anyway?”

Laura thought about telling her aunt what had happened today, but then sided against that idea for she might just act like she had three years ago. “No reason, there was some talk in one of my classes today about dealing with someone who blames you for stuff, like a type of bullying.” She then turned and headed to her room. “I’m going to get changed and look through my text books, you’ll be out for the evening right?”

“Yes, I should be back around eleven or so.”

“Fine,” Laura then closed her bedroom door and then dragged her feet to her bed before landing face first in the covers. What a crappy first day… she thought while letting out a breath. Before her eyes glanced upwards the shelf that was attached to the wall, there was an assortment of things lining it.  Some things were from her childhood, on their sides and covered in dust were a few stuffed animals and next to them were photos.

One that always caught her eyes was the lone photo of her mother.

Her mother Johana had short light brown hair that stopped at her jawline and light honey brown eyes; she was dressed in a long light brown coat with her hands in her pockets with an autumn wind blowing through, red, orange and yellow leaves flowing in the background. The photo was taken back when Laura’s mother was in university.