Guardian Angel

Chapter 1

I let out a small yawn as I woke up. I kicked back the blankets and ran downstairs to greet my mom. "Morning mom!" I greeted.

She looked up at me and smiled "good morning Philip. Breakfast is already out." I nodded then went to the table and began eating.

Soon I finished and put my plate aside for my mom to wash. I ran out the room and went back upstairs to see my dad. "Morning Pop!"

He looked up from his writings. He smiled warmly at me. "Morning Philip."

"Wat'cha do'in?" I asked sitting on his lap. "Working on somethings." "Cool! Can I look around your office?" "Sure. Just dint break or tear anything up." I smiled brightly and hopped of his lap. I looked around then found a box.

Curious as I was. I opened it, only to find letters. I took one of the letters out and read it.

Cold in my professions, warm in friendships, I wish, my Dear Laurens, it might be in my power, by action rather than words, convince you that I love you. I shall only tell you that 'till you bade us Adieu, I hardly knew the value you had taught my heart to set upon you. Indeed, my friend, it was not well done. You know the opinion I entertain of mankind, and how much it is my desire to preserve myself free from particular attachments, and to keep my happiness independent on the caprice of others. You should not have taken advantage of my sensibility to steal into my affections without my consent. But as you have done it and as we are generally indulgent to those we love, I shall not scruple to pardon the fraud you have committed, on condition that for my sake, if not for your own, you will always continue to merit the partiality, which you have so artfully instilled into me.

'Who's Laurens? Was my dad gay for him?" I wondered. I looked back at my father. "Hey pop?"

"Yes?"

"Who's Laurens?"

He stopped writing and looked at me. I thought I saw tear almost forming in his eyes as I looked at him. "He was a close friend of mine. We fought on the war together but..." he trailed off. I sat desperate to know what happened to him. "He died in battle due to British troop not receiving word that the war was over."

I nodded. "I'm sorry for the lost pop."
He looked at me and smiled. "It's alright Philip. I'm doing better without him, though I miss everyday." I nodded.

"I'ma go outside and play."

"Ok. Close the door on your way out."

I did as told but looked back at him to see him look through the box of letters. 'John must have been a really cool guy' I thought to myself.

I ran outside and sat down under a tree looking up at the sky.

"Beautiful day isn't Philip?"

I looked around as I heard a voice. No body. I sat there confused. I know I heard a voice. "Up here!"

I looked up to see a ghost floating above me. "Hey!"

I jumped up immediately and stared at him. I rubbed my eyes a couple times. He was still there. "W-who are?!?"

The ghost chuckled. "I'm John. Your dad's close friend. He's talked about to you, right!"

I remember the letter and nodded. I smiled brightly. "You must be the person my dad exchanged letters with!"

"That's me!"

"What are you doing here?" I asked.

"Watching over you."

"Me?"

"Yes you. I guess you can say I'm your guardian angel."

I nod looking at the ghost. "Why do you look like me?"

"Er...luck?"

I nod. "Can you and I be friends?"

"Well of course! I am watching you so yeah."

I smiled as we sat together in the shade looking at each other getting to know one another.