Guardian Angel

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

                              
    Monday at school and I have double maths to start the day. Oh the joys. Ms Thomas – my maths teacher – is most likely the weirdest maths teacher I’ve ever had. And what’s worse is that she has a stone heart, and with the mood I’m in defiantly isn’t going to go down well.

      “Miss DeCaprilo?” Just my luck “Would you like to tell me what the answer to this equation is?” She asked.

      I smiled at her with absolutely no emotion “Well not really but if I must, the answer is 20.796.” I smiled more sharply “Are you satisfied?” I said with as much venom as I could muster, but I don’t even no why I was being this way.

      No, tell a lie. I do no what’s wrong.

      I haven’t been sleeping well, or more to the point, not at all! I’ve been worried about seeing him again. Because if I see him again, even if it’s just for one second, I’ll know something is wrong with me. Two weeks since the first time I saw him, and two weeks I’ve had to deal with my some what lunacy. And every time he comes to my mind, my heart accelerates, my cheeks turn red, and I catch my breath.

      I have no idea what that means, but with those reactions to something of a dream, it defiantly isn’t good. I can no longer confide in Casey about this, as the last time I told her about it, she looked at me as if I was a nut case. And no way was I going to have that happen again.

      “Miss DeCaprilo! That is no way to talk to a teacher” Ms Thomas yelled “I demand that you apologise immediately” she stood with her arms crossed, and annoyingly began to tap her foot.

      And right then I lost it; I stood up straight from my desk and knocked over my chair, she jumped but didn’t move from her spot.
     “What happens if I don’t?” I asked sarcastically. She looked shocked; it was like she had never been talked back to before.

      “Then you can take yourself to the Head teacher’s office, and have yourself an after school detention.” She said, and I could see a hint of a smile on her face.

      “Well so be it” I yelled, I packed up my stuff and just as I left the room I whispered to myself “Anything to rid him from my mind.” And as I headed towards the office, I finally slipped up. For the rest of that day, I couldn’t get him off my mind.

      That night he came to me.

      I was unable to sleep and so I sat up in my bed and picked up my favourite book. Hush Hush, yes I know sort of ironic…well ish. And I guess I had fallen asleep because he suddenly appeared, he was sat at the end of my bed. He looked the same as he did the first time we met, but this time it was different. He held his head in his hands, and the sight of it all could make a grown man reach out.

      He turned to me “Evangeline, why do you fear me?” He asked, the sadness on his face made my heart ache. And so, I reached for his hand, looked into his eyes and said “I don’t fear you, I just fear what I want to gain from you…”
      I don’t know why, but we suddenly started to laugh. It was such sweet laughter, it felt good, and it seemed like a long time since I had laughed like this.

      “You don’t need to fear me or what may be” he smiled warmly “Here, take my hand I want to show you something” He held out his hand, and at first I was hesitant, but I took it anyway.

      He led me to my Juliet window, and when he opened them wide he turned to me. And he said “Close your eyes and wait until you feel the wind blow against your cheeks.”