Guardian

Chapter One

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

Irritably, I picked up my phone off my night side table and shut off the alarm. My eyes were opened and I cursed, knowing that there was no way I'd go back to sleep. It's not that I hated mornings, in fact I didn't mind them. But when you stay up really late the night before studying for a test you know you're going to fail at, waking up early in the morning to go to school isn't the most fun thing I could be doing.

Despite this, I got up. I caught sight of myself in my vanity table mirror and cringed for a second. My auburn hair was tangled and standing up in awkward places, my eyes were tired and all my freckles seemed to stand on edge, brighter than they normally are. I looked like a mess. I had always wished I was one of those people that could get up in the morning and look amazing, like in cheesy movies. While that was an unrealistic wish, it was still there. Shaking my head, I walked out of my doorway and to the next, entering the bathroom quickly before someone else could. I lived in a house where I was the youngest, bathrooms in the morning were always a problem, even if we had three.

As fast as I could, I brushed my teeth, washed my face -thanking the fact that I had showered the night before, like I always did-, relieved myself and made my way out, only to be pushed out of the way as my older sister rushed in and threw up into the toilet. I couldn't help but feel a bit smug, thinking back to what I had told her the night before. She'd insisted on going to a party and wanted me to come too. I didn't go for several reasons, one being that I don't like drinking or being around drunk people and two being that I can't be in a room with more than four people without feeling anxious. She'd come home late last night, drunk I assumed and was now facing the consequences.

I made my way back to my room, opening my closet after I closed my door. I shivered as a cold blew from my open window, but it only lasted a second, as soon after a warm enveloped me. A warm, safe feeling. I relished it for a few moments, knowing that it was cold outside, compared to what it was inside. Eventually though, I had to come to my senses and I walked to my closet and picked out some to wear to school. I made my way to my vanity table and grabbed my hair brush. I did look myself in the mirror, I just brushed my hair and set the brush back down again. I looked at my top drawer, the one I knew that was filled with make up. I did need it, I really did. I glanced at the mirror and immediately looked away. I was going to open the drawer when my sister called me from downstairs.

Sighing, I grabbed my bag and ran out of my room. I ran down the stairs as fast as I could, almost slipping as my foot hit the very edge of the carpeted stairs, but I didn't fall, luckily. I simply made the rest of the way down slower.

I made my way into the kitchen where my sister, Mother, Step-father and two older brothers were all sat. I smiled at them and grabbed a plate, serving myself a little bit of food before sitting at the counter and digging in as I knew I'd have to leave for school soon.

"You ready Feather?"

Feather. I guess I should introduce myself shouldn't I? Well, my name is Feather McCoy. Literally. My parents named me Feather. I'd asked them why and they told me that when I was born that I was really light and soft, like a feather, thus why they named me that. Ridiculous. Most of the time I don't even introduce myself as such, it's usually Fee. Just Fee. Other variations of Fee exist, but that's what I use. I'm sixteen years old, I'm Canadian living in the literal Arctic.

I groaned "Yes, I am ready."

My older brother, Toby nodded and nudge his twin, Greg. See? They've got simple names! They're great names! And my sister is named Paige. Another great, but simple name.

Greg and Toby are both seventeen, Toby being two minutes older than Greg. Paige is Eighteen and just finished high school last year. She was taking a year off and then headed off to collage. My Mother -Petunia- and her husband Peter both worked good high end jobs. Peter being Detective with the Police department and my mother being a Lawyer.

I grabbed my bag off the chair, kissed my mother on the cheek and said goodbye to Peter and made my way out. Paige hugged me quickly, but remained true to her coffee as we walked out.

Greg and Toby were arguing over who got to drive, but honestly? I wished I could drive. Both of those two idiots drove like hell was on their tail and almost crashed their car several times. But unfortunately, I'm still too young to drive.

Sighing, I got into the backseat, settling down and getting comfortable, relishing the warm embrace against the cold air.