A Angel Tale

Chapter 1: Immortal

I'm so tired of being here, Suppressed by all my childish fears,

And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave,

Because your presence still lingers here, and it won't leave me alone,

These wounds won't seem to heal; this pain is just too real,

There's just too much that time cannot erase,

When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears,

When you scream I'd fight away all of your fears,

And I held your hand through all of these years,

But you still held, on me- Immortal by Evanescence

I guess you could call my life normal, well as normal as it gets. You see, every year, my foster parents would move us to a new town, a new city, a new country and a whole new life. I never knew the reason why, they just said it was best if we kept moving from place to place, that it was a good experience. I didn't really care about moving, but I did care that these people I'm moving around with are not my real parents.

You see, when I was about four years old, my real parents died in a car accident. At first I lived with my grandparents. But one day, they suddenly disappeared. The only people left in my family lived in faraway places and didn't have the time to come pick up a child who had no parents. That was when Mr. and Mrs. Robinson came into the picture. They basically adopted me until I was old enough to travel on my own so I could go live with a distant relative.

I never knew what happened with my grandparents, when I tried to ask, people would just get a strange look on their face and say it wasn't important. Even when I asked about my parents, the same look came into their eyes and they would go do something else. I hated that everyone, except the kids, knew what had happened to both my parents and my grandparents! It was unfair, but I knew that when I grew older, maybe they would tell me.

Today, I am sixteen and still don't know what in the world is going on. Everyone around me keeps telling me I looked more and more like my parents every day. To be honest, I don't think I look like my parents at all. My mom had short brown hair with sapphire eyes, while my dad had black hair and dark black eyes. I got a little mixed between the two of them. Whenever I would see myself in a mirror, my sapphire eyes shined underneath my long black hair.

And besides the fact of living with my foster parents, we looked nothing alike. I had no features that looked like theirs and I didn't even talk like them at all. Mrs. Robinson had long blond hair with light blue eyes. Mr. Robinson had dirty blond hair with light brown eyes. The only thing we have in common is that we loved my parents very much and miss them.

I wasn't into many bright colors, since my mom and dad would wear a lot of them, I stuck with the dark colors. But that didn't stop Mrs. Robinson from trying to get bright things for me. Once, while we were shopping for clothes, she showed me this bright pink shirt and said I would look good in bright pink. But I shook my head and said it just wasn't for me.

"Stephanie, it's time to get up honey or you will be late for school." I heard Mrs. Robinson say and heard her steps fade away as she went downstairs. Groggily, I roll out of bed and stumble blindly to the bathroom. After a long shower, I dressed in my favorite Ed Hardy shirt and long, blue jeans. I opened a small silver box and took out a long, sapphire shard on a silver chain and put it on. I touched the stone and thought of my mom, she had given this necklace to me before she had died, she said it matched my eyes.

I slowly went downstairs and ate breakfast with Mrs. Robinson. I grabbed my backpack and went out to wait for the bus. The faded yellow bus drove slowly down the road and came to a sudden stop that had everyone's bags falling out of the top shelf. I sighed and got up off the curb to grab onto the handle to pull myself on the bus. Having a little trouble on the first step, I finally got on the bus and headed to school.

School was the same boring day, went to classes, had PE and finally came home. But the strange thing about that day, I started to feel uneasy about going home. When I got inside the house, I felt some sort of aura go throughout the whole house. I grabbed onto my necklace and quietly went upstairs. After another long shower, I dressed in black shorts and a black camisole with a blood red rose on it.

I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes. But as I was asleep, I felt something brush against my face. It felt like satin and when I opened my eyes, I saw a boy around my age or older looking down at me. He had dark black hair and brown eyes, he was wearing a black cloak and under them were pure white clothes. His skin was a little tan and his hand had been touching my cheek before I had opened my eyes. But the strangest feature about the boy was that he had white wings on his back. I gasped as he put his hand over my eyes and before I knew what was happening, I was gasping and sitting up on my bed.

I looked around my room, but the boy was nowhere in sight. I felt that aura come up again and I thought I felt it the most on my left. When I looked over, all I could see was the old mirror from my old house. I got up and went over to it. I took off the white sheet I had put on it, so that it couldn't collect dust, and saw nothing in the mirror but myself.

The old mirror had an oval frame with small roses. I touched the mirror, thinking about my mom looking into it every day. Suddenly, the mirror looked like water and it rippled where I had touched. My reflection blurred and went away went the ripples started. When the ripples had completely stopped, there in the mirror, was an open green pasture with white lilies blooming in the sun.

I didn't know what to do, was I supposed to go to this place? Or was I supposed to tell someone what happened? I don't know. I touched my necklace and felt warmth there. I looked down and it was shining a brilliant blue. Gripping onto the stone, I moved my hand toward the mirror again. The mirror rippled again when I touched it but this time I could put my hand in it. I gasped and quickly removed my hand. A little more slowly, I put my hand back in the mirror and started to put more of my arm in.

"Stephanie, could you come down for a minute honey?" Mrs. Robinson called from downstairs. I sighed and started to pull my arm out. Suddenly, something grabbed onto my arm and started pulling my arm back into the mirror. I yelped and lost my balance, having more of my body pulled into the mirror. The last thing I heard before I was pulled the rest of the way in the mirror was my door slamming open and my name being called by Mr. Robinson.