My Guardian Angel

Chapter 2

Waking up from a dream is hard, but waking up from a dream like I had is worst. I was with my two best friends, Hanna and Emily, back in Alaska. We were at Emily's bedroom having fun playing with her baby husky named Tito, who was born just a week ago. He was so tiny and adorable. It felt good to be by my friend's sides again. I woke with a smile on my face. It felt so real, but I knew it wasn't. My smile quickly fell as small tears covered my face. Will I ever be able to see them again? I held onto my comforter tight, at least I got to see their friendly faces before I had to start my first day in a new school.

I was so lucky to get my own bathroom in this tiny house. I was able to take a long shower, without the fear of being rushed. After I got dressed, I went back into my cold bathroom to brush my teeth, but then cringed at the sight of my torn up face. My left cheek was red, and in some spots blue. Images of last night came to me and I smiled. Pain welled up in my cheek, and I frowned. Pain came again, and I decided not making any facial expression would be best. After brushing my tangled mess that you would call hair, I walked out of my room and over to the kitchen.

Mom was leaning over the stove cooking some eggs and sausage. "Finally up I see," Mom's voice was tense, and I wondered why until I remembered last night. "Yea, I decided to take a shower," I said sheepishly, ashamed of how I lost my temper last night. I ate my meal in silence. I never got mad at my mom before the move, why now?

The car ride to school was a grave yard. I did not say a thing to Mom as she drove. When she finally pulled up to my new school I frowned. I did not want to go in. What if people did not like me? What if I act like a fool? What if they despise me? I want to go back home... Deep breath in, Deep breath out. I reached for the door handle, when Mom grabbed my elbow. "Have a nice day sweetie," Mom said, her eyes soft and caring. "Thanks Mom, you too," I smiled.

As soon as I got out of the car I regretted it. I blushed when I saw how many people were staring at me, the new girl. I was so caught up with what I did last night, that I did not even prepare myself for this morning. About 10 people were in the parking lot laughing and talking to their friends as usual, but when I came they got closer in their groups and started whispering to themselves. I most likely know what they are whispering about. I hate it when I'm the center of attention. Slowly and carefully I walked, grabbing my books closer to me. I tried not to make eye contact with anyone, so I just looked to the ground. They should really get someone to redo this parking lot: there are cracks everywhere.

It took forever, but I finally made it to the front of the school. I walked up the steep steps leading to the school, trying not to make a fool of myself. I tend to do that often. Every where I go something bad happens. I focused carefully on my feet and sighed when I reached the top of the stairs. I was doing really good this morning, and smiled at my triumph. All that was left was the door. Pushing the glass a little too much ended with me on the tiled flooring. I grunted as I tried to get up off the ground, and laughing filled the lot. Great, it's only been five minutes since I've been here and I've already fallen. Dusting myself off I put my head down so no one would see me. I maneuvered my way through the halls I found locker 598, which wasn't an easy task. Quickly I turned my lock using the code that I have been studying for weeks, and opened the door. Staring into the lockers emptiness I could only think of how alike we are, empty and alone. Well it's not technically alone. It has a whole bunch of other lockers to surround it, little miss.popular, but somehow this one is different. I dumped my head into the locker in frustration. I didn't want to be alone, I didn't want to be empty, I want to go back to Alaska and be with my friends!

A soft hand shook my shoulder and I whipped my head around. Being me, I hit my forehead on the side of the locker. My hand instantly began to rub my sore head and I turned to see a wide eyed girl staring back at me. Her stark blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun which matched with her yellow tank top and floral skirt that just passed the fingertip rule. Her hand was pushed to her full lips, and her soft blue eyes looked down at me. "Are you alright? I totally didn't mean to scare you. I am so sorry. Do you need to see the nurse?" She babbled. "I'm fine. I'm just a little clumsy," I informed the worried girl. I had to look up to see her face, because she was wearing tall black heels.