My Guardian Angels

Prolouge

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So this is my first longer book that I'm starting to post, and wow does it feel amazing to know that people are actually reading something I wrote.  *cue mini freakout*  

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“Ok Class!” My teacher, a lady who’s life seems more important than her students, yells, her high voice ringing throughout the classroom. “Before you leave for lunch, I will be handing your midterm tests back, and remember that these tests counted for 40 percent of your grade.”  

I groan in mock pain and rest my forehead against my desk.  My ears mumble their disapproval at the sound of her heels, eight inch, red, stilettos.  Excited whispers start flowing from the other side of the class, happy A’s and relieved C+’s rushing from friend to friend.  I count the seconds until she reaches me with the last test in her hand, mine.  

I look up in fake anticipation hoping to bug her with my wide eyed look, which she ignores. She pauses, pursing her painted lips as she looks from me to the front of my test.  I sigh, rolling my eyes at her obvious disapproval and reach out, taking the test from her manicured hands, quickly putting it facedown on my desk without looking at it.  She raises her eyebrows at me, meeting my angry eyes with an equally annoyed look before going back to the front of the class without a comment.  

When no one is looking, and the teacher has finally retreated to her chair, her face inches away from her laptop, I tilt the corner up, glancing at the mark. My teeth press together and I slap the test back down.  At that moment the bell finally blares out, and everyone sprints to the door.  I wait till everyone is gone before standing, crumpling my test into a tiny ball, and heading to the nearest garbage can.  

I can hear laughter in my head, the mocking laughter of my own conscious as I toss the ball in a hallway bin. As I push out into the school field, I can imagine the jock population crowding around the garbage as one brave kid picks the crumpled paper out of the bin, slowly smoothing out the test before erupting into laughter.  I can see the group hooting out their own laughter, laughing so hard that tears rush down their faces.  

Then the teacher would wave her perfect hands and they would rush away from the classroom door like mice running for the last piece of cheese, snickering and giggling all the way.  Then the boy who had the guts to pick my stupid test out of the bin would call all his friends over to the side of the cafeteria start planning on how they would bully the stupid kid today.  They would formulate a plan that would barely make sense and come to bother me at my oak tree out in the courtyard.  

I snap back to reality when I hear a series of whoops coming from the double doors leading from the school. I knew it. 

I have to clench my fists to keep from getting up and leaving as they come up to my tree, their insults digging deep into my self-esteem.  Within minutes, the entire jock population has surrounded me in a big half-circle.  They’re passing around me test and I can see the big, red ‘F’ on the front, next to the sad face and the little, ‘see me after class’ note next to it.  

“Well, well, well.  Look at what the cat dragged in.” One boy says, his voice nasally and unusually high. My patience gives out and I stand, trying to push out of the group, only to be rebounded back into the middle.  Some of my blond hair falls out of its ponytail and falls in little wisps around my face as I look down, waiting for the tormenting to die down.  

“Little miss stupid ain’t passing senior year,” a boy in the back calls out.  I feel my face turn a bright red as the group snickers.  I try to push through the crowd again and end up on the ground, spitting out dead pieces of grass and almost-melted snow. 

Anger bubbles up inside of me and I lunge at one of the boys who pushed me over.  My sudden rage takes him by surprise, and we fall in a pile on the ground.  Smiles flit around the group as the rest of them start chanting at their friend.  He picks himself off the ground and motions towards the crowd, earning cheers while I quietly slide to my feet.

Adrenaline rushes through my body, all I can here is my heart thumping in my ears.  He walks up to me, a cocky smile on his face.  My final shred of self-control evaporates, and I punch the smirk right off his face.