Second Time's the Charm

Prologue

A/N: Hi everyone! My name's Ana and this is going to be my first attempt at writing a story on Wattpad. I'm really nervous and excited at the same time. I'm sorry about this chapter being rather short, but it's only a prologue. I fully intend my normal chapters to be longer. Hopefully, you can give my story and I a chance. I'd appreciate any comments and votes. Enjoy! :)

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"So since you are technically dead," Connor casually stated, looking at me with an amused grin, "what does that make you? Some kind of guardian angel?" He was teasing me. "Are you my guardian angel, Sierra?"

"Shut up man whore." I glared, poking my tongue out at him. "You're the guardian around here. So you better pick up your lazy ass, and actually do something. I haven't got forever!"

He just chuckled causing me to sigh exasperatedly. Why won't this guy take me seriously?

"I mean it Connor! I literally don't have forever." I grumbled.

"I know, I know. And I am working on it, so just settle down and be patient sweetheart." Connor sat down across from me. We haven't known each other for long, but he already knows how to push all my buttons. "But seriously though, I'm like your guardian angel figure, right?"

I shrugged. "I guess?"

"What the heck? I'm not even dead."

"Why are you asking me? Does it look like I know?" I stared at him pointedly. "If you honestly want to know, ask the angel of death the next time he decides to pop up."

Connor grimaced. "From his name alone, he does not sound like someone I want to meet."

Connor got up and walked to his computer. He began typing, while murmuring about how hopeless our situation was. I shook my head in frustration, and looked up to the ceiling, releasing a heavy breath from my chest. They gave me one person – just one – and he turns out to be a sore, pessimistic jerk. The higher ups must really hate me. I look over at Connor who was browsing, his forehead scrunched in focus.

How am I supposed to pull this off?

I really do not know how to handle this unfortunate series of events that is collectively known as my life. Then again, the worst events turn out to be the best stories. There are times when I try to rack my brain, to figure out when it all went wrong. When did my downfall begin? When did my life go south? Could it be when I started to rebel against my parents? Or when I became a bully in high school? Or was it a lot earlier, like back in 4th grade when I snootily looked down at Marissa because her dress looked pretty old.

If I was a better person, would my life have come down to this?

I guess this is a strange way to start my story. Perhaps I should go back to the beginning. Don't worry, I'm not talking about the part where I come shooting out of my mother. I'll only take the story back to the point when things began to matter; right before my life turned upside down.

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End of semester is coming up soon for me.I only have two weeks left of school and then I can have a break! :D Expect a lot more updates from me then, when I'm more free from school. Thanks for reading!