Guardian

Chapter 1 - Unexpected

                                                 Guardian- Chapter 1 Unexpected

                                                                     Aria's POV.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I practically wet my pants as I jumped off the bed to land on the floor. I could never get used to that stupid alarm clock. Why on earth would anyone want one of those things in the first place? It wasn’t pleasant to wake up to! But my mother insisted. She always did hate waking me up in the morning to get ready for school,  just so I could fall back asleep, after she left the room. Yes, I’m sneaky.

 She had to work, since she was editor and chief of Exposure Magazine and couldn’t be bothered with phone calls from my school reporting me absent, since I over slept. I wasn’t a bad daughter, I was a good student, in school, did all my homework, and passed all of my tests. But when it came to sleep I couldn’t help myself. Some may call me lazy, but hey, who doesn’t like sleep. I wasn’t always like this, but this past month something changed and I feel like my energy is constantly being pulled out of me.

 “Aria, wake up. Don’t make me get out the bucket of water.” She yelled through the door and when she yells, which is rare by the way, its terrifying. No wonder no one messed with her at work.

 “I’m up, I’m up.” I yelled back to her, not even caring if it sounded a little mean or if I got her mad. If you had to wake up to a stupid alarm, like I did then you wouldn’t be a morning person either.

I did my usual routine to refresh myself in the morning. After a hot shower, that felt like heaven, I came out feeling much better. I could already smell the lavender scented soap on my skin. Lavender was always what I needed to make me relax. I combed my long, brown hair, I was always grateful for being blessed with hair like I did. Not that I’m conceited or anything, but it always reminds me of my father. He died when I was three, and I obviously didn’t have my mother’s hair. Hers was sleek, straight black. As for my hair, it was waved naturally and curled at the bottom just a little. 

I got dressed in a pair of dark, skinny jeans and paired it with a white blouse. I tucked the shirt in my jeans and added a thin, brown belt; I thought my outfit was appropriate for school. I’m not really in to wearing dresses and heels to school, but it's fine with me who ever does feel like it. I grabbed my brown, ankle boots, which matched my belt, and ran downstairs. I was considered rich or wealthy, but I wasn’t one of those stereo types of girls. I was pretty much the opposite. I loved school, had respect for my elders, and I didn’t go to every single party I was invited to. I owe it all to my mom; she brought me up this way.

 It was my junior year and I was going to make this year the best year I’ve had. As I said it out loud, it sounded better in my head. I quickly applied some mascara and some eyeliner. No need for blush I had naturally pink cheeks. I wasn’t considered albino either. But I was white for someone who stays in the sun twenty-four seven. Even though Biddeford, Maine had its freezing winter months, it was still summer, to me, and I was in the sun constantly; but I never seemed to get very tan.

I quickly grabbed my bag, ran past my mother and kissed her on the cheeks. I yelled goodbye to her and almost tripped. Guess I’m not capable of walking and talking. I almost ran into our housekeeper, but she expected me to be late, so she quickly steeped aside, while I waved good morning, and I headed towards the garage.

Yes, I have a car of my own.  Although my mom did think twice before buying it for me; she can be very over protective. I unlocked my brand new Mustang. I always wanted my dream car to be a black Mustang, so that’s exactly what I got. Holding a piece of toast in my mouth, I managed to grab before I left, I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards school.

The sound of a new engine fascinated me. Whoa, was I sounding like a nerd or what. But it’s quite alright with me as long as no one else knows. My school can sometimes be discouraging to outsiders. Not that I care what they think, but I do hold a reputation that I would like to keep. You could say I was a friendly enough, that I got along with everyone. I act like myself, and I’m not afraid to show it.

I slowed down as I came to a red light. It was to quiet in the car, I looked around for my CD case. I found it in the back seat, but I quickly dropped it when this car started honking at me. I jumped up hitting my head on the ceiling.

“What the?” I say to myself as I rubbed my head from the hit.

The car kept on honking over and over again, too many times to count. Gosh, what was their problem? I noticed in the review mirror a black Mercedes, but the windows were two tinted to see who was driving. Who ever this person was, they were really getting on my nerves. The horn honked again sending me out of my thoughts.

“Ok, Ok, I’m going. Someone was in a bad mood and was taking it out on me.