Guardian Angel

Guardian Angel Chapter Three

Three 

I drove home in sort of a daze. Trying to decipher the puzzle in my head, stopping at lights when I needed to and stop signs too.

I slowly tried to map things out in my head. Luke is a boy in my drawing class. He has a twin named Jacob. They hate each other. There is another boy named Seth. He doesn’t go to school, but he knows both Luke and Jake. He also seems to have a problem with Luke. So the question is, how are they all connected?

I pulled up into the driveway of the farm house and turned off the truck. For a minute I just sat there. I turned to the passenger seat and shuffled through the class papers and sketches I had lazily put in a large pile. I kept looking until I found the drawing I started earlier this week.

It was large, taking up the center of the page. An eye. Not human, but animal. Maybe a cat or a dog, I didn’t even know but it just came to mind.

I became transfixed with the eye. I realized that Seth’s eye looked similar. Not in any way that I could explain, but a certain animal like quality to it.

Grabbing the rest of the papers, I got out of my car and walked into the house.

Alone again.

When Mrs. Hazel works at the day care she doesn’t get back until around 3 o’clock. That left an hour.

I put my papers in a pile on the ground near my purse and keys and headed upstairs to my mess of a room. The boxes were still piled high and sighing I set myself to work.

About twenty boxes later I noticed how decently sized my room actually was. It held my full size bed with end tables on either side. Towards the far corner of my room was my closet which now held all my clothes along with my dresser that was adjacent from that. I also uncovered a window seat that looked over the front of the house and out into the woods beyond. And of course there was a desk next to the door when you walk in. I covered the wood floors with rugs I had brought from home and dressed up my bed with cream sheets and a white quit. Tranquil colors. I had nothing to hang on the wall but a few drawings I had deemed finished.

The whole process took me two hours; Mrs. Hazel should have been home by now. I decided to give her a call

“Hello?” She answered, still not getting the fact that cells had caller ID.

“Hi. It’s Rose. How come you’re not home yet?”

“Oh so sorry I forgot to give you a ring. There was an accident and I was stuck in traffic. I’ll be home soon though.”

“Okay. Be safe.”

“You too Rosie.” The line disconnected.

Mrs. Hazel was the only one I let call me that. My parents called me Rosa and said ‘Rose is not short for Rosalina. Rosa is.’ Not that I cared. It was just a name and it was what made them happy.

I stretched out my limbs and my one arm felt stiff. After examining it, it occurred to me that the scrape I had gotten this morning was healed over but took up half the underside of my forearm. I felt kind of gross after sleeping in a tree most of the night so I decided to take a shower.

After the shower Mrs. Hazel was home so she made dinner and while normally there isn’t much conversation, tonight there was.

“So how was school?” She stared at me from across the small round table.

“Oh, good,” I responded to be brief hoping she wouldn’t press.

“Any new friends?” I shook my head then thought about Luke and shrugged.  “Any cute boys?”