The Guardian by isa library

The Guardian By: Larissa Gibson-Smith

Chapter 1 The Stranger’s Hand Lydia was late for school the second time that week. Her recurring dreams of a disowned baby boy seemed to captivate and trouble her mind so much that her brain had cleverly learnt to tune out the sound of her alarm clock. Lydia was currently staring year 11, and there teachers were preparing them for the coming two years as those years could possibly be the most important years of their lives. They would have to take their A level exams which determined which universities they could go to, if at all. She just made it in to History, and seeing that the old half blind teacher called Mr. Hull had his back turn she slipped in to a stool in the back row. Her long brown hair was tied in to a messy ponytail and the dark rings under her hazel eyes show the lack of sleep. The teacher now done with whatever he was doing faced the class, he was lecturing about something that Lydia had little interest for, it was only when everyone got out their texts book and began to bury their noses in them that she realized she had no clue what to do or which page to turn to. “What are we doing? What page is it?” she wisped to her friend Jayne “Taking notes on D-Day page 247” Jayne replied under her breath. “Miss Lydia Wall you were not paying attention and talking, stay behind after class” Mr. Hull shouted Blushing Lydia murmured a “Sorry sir.” And soon after hearing Mr. Hull say something about “Reckless daydreaming” she was lost in her thoughts again. Hard as she thought she could not find the reason why a disown child would concern her so badly. She didn’t have a baby brother, it was just her and David who at 17 was older than her and was defiantly not disown or abandoned in any way Far from it actually. Her parents love David, they would constantly remind her how successful he was with his schoolwork and football team, although they tried not to show it Lydia knew that they were more interested in his achievements than they were in hers. She didn’t mind that David was so good at what he did, it didn’t bother her that her parents made her go to all his games, although to be truthful this was partly because some of his team mates were very good looking. Apart from staying after class, the rest of the day passed without any thing out of the ordinary happening, until English class. The class room walls were a dull yellow which when they were acuminated with the schools florescent lighting made your head hurt. They were supposed to be reading the first 4 chapters of a book called the Kite Runner and as Lydia had 2

already read this book in her free time she let her mind wonder. The Colourfull pictures flashed through her head and blocked out those awful walls. Happily Lydia sat and set her mind totally loose. Gradually the pictures slowed and the colour became less vivid and cheerful, till eventually one image stopped completely and stayed in her mind. Out of all the images that could have stopped this one was defiantly one of the more disturbing ones. As she tried to focus the picture more Lydia saw a weeping woman in the arms of a young man who also had tears trickling down his face. At their feet stood a young girl with blond hair and rosy cheeks, her expression was one of great fear, like she was looking at the biggest scariest monster one could imagine. The room where they stood had a homely feel, their where lots of family photos on the wall. Compared to a lot of houses in her neighbourhood, this house looked expensive. The man was wearing what Lydia presumed to be his work cloths, his wife a pretty floral dress. Their little girl wore a red dress with her hair tied up in to neat pigtails with matching red ribbons. In distress Lydia looked round to see what upset the family so but behind her there was no one. “Who could hurt such a sweet family?” she thought as she looked down at her hands. To her horror she found not her hands but big gloved hands, one of which held a shimmering gun. As she continued staring fearfully at the gun she watched the other hand move to cock it. “No!” she thought “Stop, don’t do it!” The hand paused for a Second and then continued to cock the gun. “STOP!” her mind yelled this time “PLEASE STOP!” she begged. The Hand had now already cocked the gun and the index finger rested on the trigger. “NO, DON’T DO IT” she screamed. With a jolt her surroundings disappeared and the yellow walls of the classroom were visible. Quickly she realized that something was wrong. All the students were staring at her, and the teacher was paused in the process of writing the homework on the board. “Uh oh” she thought as she realized she had screamed the last part out loud. “Miss. Lydia Wall, do you have a problem with reading chapter five to seven for homework?” Miss.Tungal the English teacher asked. Miss.Tungal was tall with wispy blond hair that she always had tied into a tight bun. She wore square glasses that had a thick black rim. And here clothing was obviously all from a second hand shop. No one really liked her but it had been rumoured that she had a thing for their old history teacher. “No, sorry ma’am I must have misheard you.” Lydia replied after she had racked her brains for an answer. “I thought you said to read chapters five to eleven.” Miss.Tungal glared at Lydia though her glasses.

“Well maybe you ought to get your ears checked Miss. Wall.” She spat. Just as she had said those last words the bell rang and Lydia hastily packed up her stuff and left. She had to go watch David’s football game.

Chapter 2 Failure The gun dropped from my gloved hand, and fell with loud clang to my feet. The woman’s sobs and the sight her husband’s silent tears all rushed in to my head the shouts of a female voice telling me to stop, still rang. I turned on my heels and ran out of the room and into the deserted street. I pulled of my mask and stuffed it into my pocket, then jumped on to my motorbike, kicked it of the stand, started the motor, and zoomed of in to the grey mist of the city’s centre. The wind whipped through my middle length black hair, which was soaked in my own sweat. The tips of my hair made into points full of sweat now and then lashing out at my eyes and making them sting. Within minutes tears were rolling down my cheeks. My plan had failed. I had failed. I reached my small flat, parked and locked my bike, and then let myself in. The room smelt of smoke and the TV was blaring. The place was a mess. I found my roommate, Josh asleep on the sofa. His ginger buzz cut hair and freckled face was resting on one of the stained pillows. I ran up the stairs, peeling the wet white shirt from my back. I jumped into the shower feeling the warm water pour against my body. I felt dirty and low, a failure. I began to scrub myself all over hoping I could scrub some of that failure off. Quickly pulling on some sweats and a hoodie I left the house again but this time I took my car not the bike. Feeling tired I made my way to work, even when you feel like it’s all coming to an end the world keeps going.

Chapter 3 Conflict The final whistle of David’s game blew, the boys on the field ran into a big group hug. This was their 3rd victory in a row and they were now in a good position to get their hands on that trophy. Lydia and her friend Jayne stood up in the stands clapping. Lydia’s parents were cheering and hugging each other as David had assisted the last goal. He had skilfully crossed the ball to the right strike, called Zach, who had then scored. Lydia had seen this point as was especially pleased, not because it was her brother who assisted but because it was Zach who had scored. Zach was tall with a muscular build, when he swept his half long blond hair out of his deep blue eyes it was enough to make Lydia’s hazel eyes stared and her knees went weak. She had liked him for a while now but never really had the courage to ask him to hang out, even though he was always round their house hanging out with David. He, like Lydia, wasn’t the most talkative of people but with the right people he wasn’t quiet. Lydia hadn’t spoken to him much but their eyes seemed to constantly attract and connect with each other. Jayne and Lydia walked down to the pitch’s sidelines with Lydia’s parents to go congratulate David and his team. When they reached him, he was talking excitedly with Zack and Tom, Tom was the goalie, he had made four spectacular saves and had not let any balls in, he therefore was claiming his credit for the win. Lydia’s parents hugged David and elatedly congratulated him. Then they went over to talk to the coach Darrel. Lydia was looking at Zach watching his eyes move from David to her parents, then his eyes seemed to sense her as he then turn his head to look at her. Lydia smiled and looked away then quickly glancing back to see if he was still looking he which he was. He opened his mouth as if he were about to say something when out of nowhere came Melanie. Melanie was in Lydia’s year at school but they weren’t friends, far from it in fact. Lydia and Melanie hated each other; though neither of the girls had ever said it out loud it was obvious from their disagreements and clash of characters that they were not friends. Melanie was almost the total opposite of Lydia she was short with blond hair and grey eyes, Melanie was the type of girl that whenever she talked to guys it always seem like she was flirting with them, which she probably was most of the time even if she didn’t like the guy. She was now standing in front of Lydia blocking her from Zach’s view. “Great last goal.” She said batting her lashes at him “It’s nice to watch boys with so much talent!” “Uuhh... Thanks” Zach replied “You’re welcome” she said and smiled sweetly. She turned to go but then stopped half way looking over her shoulder she said “Zach I’m having a party at my house this Saturday you should come!” Zach looked rather startled and said “Uuhh… sure.” He then looked back to Lydia who was now feeling kind of sad. Why couldn’t she have said that? And why did Melanie want Zach to come to her party? And did Zach really want to go? She took one last longing look into Zach’s eyes and then turned and walked away with Jayne. As soon as Zach was out of ear shot she said “What was that?” in an upset voice

“Well it seems like Melanie is having a party at her house and just invited Zach to come.” Jayne said “I know that silly, what I meant was why? I mean she doesn’t even like Zach everyone knows she likes Alex!” Jayne thought for a while and then said “Maybe she wants to make Alex jealous by hang out with Zach because she knows Alex hates Zach.” Lydia thought Jayne had a good point here. “And he was kind of slow to answer so then maybe he didn’t really want to say yes.” Jayne added. This did help cheer Lydia up. Zach was cleaver enough to know that Melanie wasn’t really a nice person. So she shouldn’t really have to worry. That cleared her mind. That evening Zach and Tom were over to watch their favourite team, Manchester, play Chelsea. Lydia who also was a Manchester fan was wearing a Ronaldo shirt. Her, Tom, Zach and David were all sat on the sofa watching the telly. Their eyes were all glued to the screen apart from Lydia’s who occasionally glanced over at Zach. After 90 minutes of watching an exciting game the final score was 3-1 to Manchester. The Boys celebrated a bit and then Tom and Zach went home. Just as Zach was leaving he had smiled at her and said goodbye which for Lydia was quite exiting. With happy thoughts Lydia went up to bed.

Chapter 4 The Dark House As sleep took over Lydia her mind settled into a dream. She stood before a big expensive looking house. She peered through the window the lights were all out so she couldn’t see much. She walked round to the back of the house she looked down expecting to see her white boots but to her surprise there were a pair of worn black trainers. She was now in the back garden and looking up at the top of the house, the back of the house was also dark not a glowing light to be seen. What should have been her gloved hand felt for the door, and checked if it was open. To her surprise she found it open. “How stupid” she thought “Why would someone leave their back door unlocked?” “I know, right” replied a familiar voice that was not hers Lydia was confused she hadn’t known that her thoughts had different voices. She, or the body her mind was in, walked into the dark house. The gloved hand reached into a pocket and pulled out a torch and clicked it on. The torch was a good one with a bright white beam that lit up the corridor where she stood. The corridor was long and narrow with doors leading off into various rooms. She turned into the first door on her left and found herself in a Victorian style living room. The room had a high ceiling and would have felt cold if it were not for the fireplace at the opposite end of the room, although the fire was not lit she could feel its warmth which summand her to it. The Mantel piece had pictures of the couple who probably owned the house. Lydia turned away from the mantel piece, using the torch she scanned the room for expensive items, after seeing none she made her way towards the corridor. She crossed the threshold and this time went up the flight of stairs. At the top of the stairs was a landing there were 4 doors leading off into 4 different rooms. She decided to go through the door on her right she found herself in the bathroom. The body she was in turn round, she felt like she was looking for something but she didn’t know what. Leaving the bathroom she went straight across the landing to the door she passed the doorstep and found she was in what she presumed to be, the master bedroom. “Perfect” said the familiar voice which wasn’t hers. Her body walked to the cabinet that was next to the four poster bed she opened the draw and found a packet of cigarettes and a copy of the book, Born to be Riled, by Jeremy Clarkson. “This must be the man’s side of the bed.” Thought the voice as she turned to walk round the bed. She opened the draw to the other cabinet. It was full of lip balm and tissues and jewelry. “Jackpot” it thought. Within seconds she had realized what she, or whoever’s body she was in, wanted. The way her stomach warmed and eyes widened when she saw the jewelry she knew it. “You want jewelry” she thought. “But why do you want female jewelry when you’re a man?” she asked

“To sell” replied the man’s voice. Lydia now completely understood the man who ever he was wanted to steel this person’s jewelry to sell. “But that’s not fair.” She thought “You shouldn’t do this.” The gloved hand went into the coats pocket and pulled out a bag. “No” thought Lydia “Don’t steal. It’s wrong” the hand continued maybe he can’t hear me! “STOP” she shouted “DON’T. NO!” she shouted even louder it had no effect “DON’T DO IT!” she screamed bursting into tears. The hand was paused over the glittering gems when the picture in her mind started to fade. She was back in her bed sobbing the door open and David walked in and sat on her bed. “You alright Lyd?” he said in a concerned voice Lydia whipped her tears from her face “Yeah I’m fine” she said softly “Are you sure you’re very pale, and I thought I heard screaming?” She giggled “I’m always pale David!” “Alright then” he said, as he stood up and gave her a quick hug then walked out of her room pausing at her door to see that she had stopped crying. Lydia tuned over shut her eyes and tried to sleep.

Chapter 5 Second Attempt I walked into my flat with my pockets containing nothing but a torch and an empty bag. After the girl’s voice had gone from my mind I heard a car door, I had my gun in my pocket but I chickened out and shut the draw. Swiftly ran down the stairs and out the back door. I jumped their fence and landed in the neighbor’s garden I lay low for about 15 minutes then ran through their garden. I got on my motor bike and rode in to the black night. I looked round my flat searching for Josh but I couldn’t see him anywhere. “He must be out I thought.” I turned on the telly to see the footy scores I knew that my team had played Chelsea earlier today but I had missed it because after work I had gone to see Gina and baby Justin. But Gina was still angry and wouldn’t let me in. I hate how poor Justin has to grow up without a father figure. I tried to watch the news but my mind wasn’t concentrating right. All I could think about was my second attempt to get some money, and it had failed. Why was that I listen to this girls voice that I hadn’t heard before. I guessed that she was my good conscience but why a girl? Why do I listen? I know she is right deep down, but if I wanted to be a good person I wouldn’t be doing these things. Would I?

Chapter 6 Progress Lydia slept soundlessly the rest of the night, and woke the next day with a lovely fresh feeling, it was a sunny Saturday and she had nothing planed. She went downstairs and finding no one else up she made herself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. She ate her breakfast quickly and when she had finished put her bowl in the sink and entered the living room. She turned on the TV and turned the volume down so as not to wake David or her parents. It was while she was watching the Saturday breakfast news that she remebered today was Melanie’s party.

The living room door opened and David walked in holding the house phone to his ear. He smiled at her and she politely smiled back, then he said “Okay, see you later then Bye!” and hung up the phone. “Who was that?” Lydia asked

David yawned and scratched his head. “Oh, Zach” he said.

Lydia was confused “Is he coming round this evening?”

“Yeah, if that’s ok with you?”

“Yeah it is, I just heard he was going to Melanie’s”

David laughed “Lydia, I thought you would know Zach well enough to know he’s not the type for parties! He can’t dance to save his life!”

Lydia smiled. David was right, Zach couldn’t dance. She knew that because David had invited him to their family Christmas party last year, Zach had spent most the time in a corner, and when one of their second cousins had pulled him on to the centre floor to dance he looked Terified. After a bit he had wiggled his hips abit but they refused to cooperate with the beat of the song.

It was 7 o clock when the door bell rang. Lydia was in her room reading but she could hear Tom’s deep voice float up thought the floor boards. She shut her book and listened closer to Tom’s deep voice and then she heared Zach’s Voice as well. Zach had a nice voice it was deep but not too deep and his it broke every time he laughed. Lydia slipped down stairs and went in to the living room. The T.V was already on MTV so she continued watching. After a few minutes David Tom and Zach came in. “Lydia do you mind if we play FIFA on the Xbox?” David asked

“I don’t mind.” Lydia said as she moved over to the corner of the sofa. Zach sat next to her and Tom and David next to him. They started playing Tom against David. Zach just watched and cheered them on, and after a bit Lydia started to get in to it a bit. After David won the first match it was Zach’s turn and as David suggested he played against 11

Lydia. Lydia won and then David played Tom. During this Zach plucked up his courage and spoke to Lydia “Good game.” He said

“Thanks,” she replied “It was quite a tough one”

“I tried hard; you’re quite good for someone who dislikes football”

“I don’t really dislike it; I just don’t like playing it. It’s great to watch!”

“Well it’s good that David plays then, you’ll always have something to watch.”

There convosation carried on for quite a while. Lydia was thrilled with the progress she had made on their relationship. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him. They got along well, it seemed like natural chemistry. At around ten o clock Tom said he had to go because his mum had told him to be home before 10.30. Zach said that he too should get going. “Can you come round tomorrow?” David asked “No” Zach said “I’ve got something then but I’ll see you at school.” Tom said he could and that he’d come tomorrow at around two.

Lydia was sad that Zach couldn’t come tomorrow and couldn’t help but wonder what it was that he had to do. “I guess I’ll never know” she thought. She didn’t know she was wrong.

Chapter 7 The Shopping Trip It was a Sunday. Lydia had finished her home work that morning and had the rest of the afternoon so she decided to call Jayne and ask her to go shopping. Jayne agreed to meet her at the shopping centre. Lydia left the house and made her way to the bus stop on her street. It was mid October and as she waited for the bus she admired the attractive orange leaves. When her bus finally came she got on and as she headed a seat. During the Journey Lydia thought about the previous night “Zach had talked to her, and he started the convocation so what does that mean? And what was he doing today that was so personal? Was it something with Melanie? What if Melanie had texted him and asked him to get a coffee with her?” it continued like this for the entire journey. At the shopping centre Lydia found Jayne and filled her in on what had happened the previous night. “I think he likes you!” Jayne said

“Well, I don’t think so” Lydia replied “Plus he’s busy today what if he was busy with Melanie?”

“Well being busy could mean lots of things. And he probably doesn’t like Melanie he didn’t go to her party!” Lydia thought, Jayne had a good point. She decided to let the matter rest and they went to get ice creams. One they had bought their ice-cream, they sat on a bench on the high street. It was crowded and the bubble of voices rang in the air. Lydia and Jayne talked about the people at school and the teachers that they liked and disliked. After finishing their ice-creams they went in to a cloths shop. Lydia didn’t want to buy anything but Jayne wanted to by a new top to impress her crush with. Jayne had found a selection of cloths that she liked and in turn tried them on. Lydia sat on the bench outside the changing rooms. As Jayne was taking quite a long time Lydia started to day dream. She was just about to drift of in to a dream when Jayne appeared in a khaki coloured top. Lydia didn’t like the top and told Jayne “If I’m honest, it makes you look a bit freakishly pale.” so Jayne disappeared into the cubical again. Lydia returned to her day dreaming. Slowly an image rolled into her head. She was in a bank, people were waiting in line to get their money. Then she saw what would have been her hand reach into an inside pocket and pull out a gun. The hand pulled the trigger and Lydia thought “No” but to her surprise there was no noise. Then she realised it was a silent gun. And it had been aimed at the security cameras that were now disabled. Then the gun went back in the pocket and the hand pulled out another gun “Lydia’s mouth moves “EVERY BODY FREEZE!” Shouted a voice which was not hers. Lydia looked round everything seemed familiar. Then she realised that this was the bank that was just of the high street. “Don’t do anything” she though “Just wait!” “Jayne” she said out loud. “I have to go; I don’t feel good I’ll call you later!” 13

Then she ran out of the shop and sprinted down the high street. She pushed past the crowds of people “PLEASE wait!” she thought. She hoped that she wouldn’t be too late.

Chapter 8 Guardian Angel I waited nervously in line. When I thought no one was watching, I pulled out my silent gun. I aim at the 1st camera in front of me and shot. “No” said that girl’s voice that seemed to live in my head. With a small noise you could see the camera brake. I then shot at the next and also disabled it. I looked round the room checking that there were no other cameras. I took a deep breath and pulled my hood up. This was it. This was for Justin. If I couldn’t be there for him I could at least get money so he will never go homeless. I pulled my other gun out of my pocket. I took a step forward and it was now my turn to be served. “How may I help you sir?” I just smiled and shouted I turned to face the people. “EVERYBODY FREEZE!” I shouted “Don’t do anything” said the girl’s voice. But what did she know did she make a living of coaching boys, teaching them how to kick a ball round a god dammed field? No. She didn’t know. She was probably some rich stuck up girl who thought the world had happy endings. “Just wait!” she said but wait for what wait to win the jackpot? Wait to die? Wait no ever waits? “PLEASE wait!” she said. She seemed to get louder or maybe I was just going mad. The people in the Bank were on the floor. I jumped onto the casher desk. “MOVE” I shouted at the cashier called Mike who was serving me. He joined the others on the floor. I looked round for once I had control I had all the power. Everyone here would do what I said. And Justin, Justin would get something from his dad. I’ll be his dad. And I will be the best dad. A million times better than my dad ever was. I’ll be there for him when he needs me and I’ll also be there when he won’t. That second the girl’s voice was louder than it had ever been before her words were bellowing through my head and the doors to the bank opened. A girl of about 15 came in. “STOP” she cried. I did stop. Not cause she told me to but that her voice it was the voice from my head. I was the voice of what I had guessed to be my guardian angel. Was this her? Could it be? I’ve gone mad. I must have.

Chapter 9 Last Minutes Darrel, David’s football coach stood on top of a counter in the bank. His mouth was open and he was staring dumbly at Lydia. He then jumped of the counter, and walked towards her not breaking eye contact. He stopped when he was about 2 feet away from her. His Breathing was heavy, and he was a little too close for Lydia’s comfort. She had never noticed his muscular build before, it made him quite intimidating. “Who are you?” he said in a soft and calm voice that surprised Lydia. “Lydia” She answered. He continued to stare at her. “Do I know you?” he asked he sounded confused. “Not personally, but you coach my brother. He’s in your football team.” “David?” “Yeah.” He walked back towards the cashier counter and sat down on in it, dropping the gun onto the counter. He held his hands, and then ran his hand through his hair a few times. Lydia was confused what was he doing this for? He seems scared and angry at the same time. She was slightly hesitant but she finally said “Why are you doing this?” he just looked at her for a long time. She thought she had gone too far, and made him crack but then he said “I have a son; he’s just turned one. But his mum and I had a fight, she won’t let me in.” His voice was calm but then it changed “SHE WON’T LET ME SEE HIM! HE’S MY SON! AND HE DOESN’T HAVE A DAD!” He shouted. He ran his hand through his hair “Now his mum. Gina she’s lost her Job. She can’t pay I don’t want him homeless. I had to live without a dad; I know what it’s like. I don’t want Justin to experience that.” He explained. “I feel I should help, it’s my job!” he turned around, wanting to get his gun and some money from the open till, but he froze before even taking a step. Mike the cashier was holding his gun. It was cocked and pointing straight at Darrel’s heart. “The worlds got to many, poor beggars like you. You’re filth a retch. It is because of you that England’s standards are falling. You make England fail. You’re a failure.” The gun was fired, Darrel’s lips were still moving when he hit the floor. Madness broke out. Lydia screamed and rushed to Darrel. She knelt next to him, as he gasped for air. Blood was pouring from the wound. “Don’t worry I’ll try my best to save Justin.” Tears were spilling from Lydia’s eyes. “Thank you” Darrel manage in his last breath, he looked right in to her eyes, and it felt like he could look right down in to her soul. Then he closed his eyes and breathed no more.

It was too much for Lydia to handle, she was shaking and the tears streamed down her cheeks. The bank was still in an outrage she left the building. Running down the street she thought she heard foots steps following her but she didnâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t care. She found a bench and curled up on it still crying.

Chapter 10 The Saviour It was after Lydia’s tears had finally dried out that she realised an arm around her shoulder hugging her close, comforting her. For the first time she raised her head to see who it was. The he sat with his blond hair and deep blue eyes, he smiled sadly at her. Their eyes were hooked; they needed not to speak as their eyes did that for them. After a while Lydia said “You were there?” Zach nodded. “You saw?” her voice trembled. He nodded again. Then he said “I helped.” “What? You helped kill him?” Lydia asked confused “No. I wouldn’t do that. I helped him!” Zach replied “How? You couldn’t, he, well you saw, the gun, he fell.” Zach didn’t answer, but instead pulled out a handful of 50 pound notes from one of his coat pockets. Lydia gasped “How?” “After the shot, he fell. Mike ran for it. Every one else was too busy bustling about, no one noticed me walk to the till and slip the money in my pockets.” “But you’ll be caught!” Lydia exclaimed Zach smiled “No, He shot the cameras before it all started.” Lydia smiled “Thank you!” “You’re welcome!” Lydia rested her head on his shoulder. “How do we get the money to Gina?” she asked. Zach thought “I don’t know but we’ll find a way!” Lydia smiled to herself, she liked the sound of “We” it was something she could get used to.

When It started to get dark they both got the bus home, as they were walking down Lydia’s street she asked “What where you doing at the bank?” Zach looked puzzled “I was helping my grandma I do so most Sundays she needed to take money out.” Lydia realised that this was what he was doing, he was helping his granny so he couldn’t come round. “Weren’t you going to hang out with Melanie today?” she asked

“God no!” he said “Why would I do that?” Lydia saw how silly she had been “Well she is quite pretty, even if she is a bit of a slut.” He chuckled “No I don’t like her. She likes Alexander anyway. Besides I like someone else!” “Really who?” “You! I have for a long time. I’m always round with your brother, but I could never find the confidence to talk to you.” He explained Lydia smiled “I know exactly how you feel! But once you beat someone at a video game talking’s not a problem!”

Epilogue On the morning of the 24 of October I found a Page addressed to me. I opened it to find 0ver 10,000 pounds and a letter the letter read. Dear Gina, I know that times are hard. And that your Job hunt isn’t going too well. Darrel wanted to help. He wanted to be a good dad. You wouldn’t let him in so he had to do what he could. You probably read that he died on the 20th of October. He was shot by an Upper class snob named Mike. Darrel loved you and Justin. He died for you. Enclosed in this package are 10,000 pounds and the news paper article on his death. Yours truly, The Guardian

I have no clue who this Guardian is but, they’re an angel, whoever they are.