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Chapter 1

My name is Isabella Marie Swan. It is the year 2009 and I am 79 years old. I was born on the 13th September 1930 yet I look exactly the same as an eighteen year old. I died on the 18th February 1948 from a bullet through the chest. That was the day that I came alive.

It was midnight, I think, or a little after on the 18th February 1948 that I was walking home from my friend's house. She was the same age as me but was always a little odd. Although, I was too a little odd. In school we were the loners, the people who sat at the back of class giggling over a random thought that popped into our heads. In reality, or home as I liked to call it, I wasn't allowed to be like that. My parents, Renee and Charlie, thought that I was a little angel who was a clever little worker bee who was destined for greatness. Sadly, I did not. I was good at the academic side of school; I just didn't see the point. In what aspect of my future would I ever need to know how to calculate the area of a circle? What uses would that give me when my head was up in my fantasy lands? Nothing. That's what. So I just didn't see the point of us being taught it when I could spend my time doing more useful things, like drawing, or writing. Lilly, my friend, thought the same and so in each lesson, we sat at the back, avoided like the plague, and giggled at silly little things.

I remember that the moon was full and bright, shining down on me, like a beacon for all things bad. For one person, I had a lot of bad luck. I was the person who found the smallest crack or chip in the floor and went sprawling onto the ground. I was the person who always got picked out of a hat for bad things, like going first in gym, but never for good things, like winning a competition. I remember that the light above me seemed to blink in and out of existence as the bulb flickered. I remember shivering as a chill crept over me. I remember looking over my shoulder to see if there was anything there. I remember walking to the end of the road, at the crossroads to where my street was. I remember that I could see my house now. The lights were on and I knew that I was in trouble. My parents had told me to be home for ten; sadly, I wasn't ever going to go home. I remember a car; I think it was black, drive past and serve in front of me, skidding on the road in front. I remember that my heart was beating faster, as if it knew that there were only so many beats left for it to take. I remember that one of the windows rolled down. I thought that they needed help so, foolishly, I walked closer. I remember stepping onto the flat road when they pulled a gun out from the car. I remember looking down the barrel and knowing that this was the end, I remember that I wasn't afraid. I knew that this was my time and I knew that God would look after me, just like he looks after my Grandmother and her husband. I remember smiling slightly, as I thought about them before the shot was taken. I think I baffled the person inside the car by smiling, as they hesitated slightly, their finger shaking slightly on the trigger. I dropped my smile at this, I remember thinking that maybe this wasn't my time, that maybe the person, whoever it was, would change their mind and let me continue onwards, towards my home, my family. That thought was stopped in its tracks as I saw them pull the trigger. After that, everything happened in slow motion, as if someone had purposely slowed down my life, just so that I could see all the wrong that I had done, the way that I had lied for my entire life to my parents, the way that just didn't care about school, my attitude towards others, but most of all, it showed me my little brother, who died at birth from cot death. He was only three months old, but I never cared about him. Granted, I was six at the time but I was always jealous of him. Renee never showed me any attention when he was around. Little Joey, or JoJo as she always called him. In the time it took for the bullet to reach me, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed for a way to make up for my mistakes, a way for me to pay for my sins. Some way in which I could be worthy to see him, and my Grandmother. I remember that it hurt when it hit me. It buried into my flesh and ground a hole as it spun sickeningly deeper and deeper. I remember that I fell from the force and was sprawled out on the pavement behind me. I didn't die on contact. The shooter had missed my heart and the bullet had ground a hole into my chest. I remember lying there, gasping for breathe as I saw my life flash before me. I knew that it was cliché but it was what happened. I remembered every time that I had ever spent with Lilly and saw that the time spent with my parents paled in comparison. I knew that my parents loved me but I also knew that I was in two different ways. My mother, Renee, thought of me as more of a friend, a companion that she could talk to but not really engage in my life. My father, Charlie, on the other hand, couldn't wait for me to leave. He thought that I when I left his family, I would marry some rich young man which meant that I could help him and give him money. That was the only reason that I still lived with them and was not on the streets. I thought they were both ludicrous but I still loved them, not because they were my mum and dad but because I had known them my entire life, I didn't know any other way of living. I wasn't happy with how I was portrayed in their eyes but I understood why they thought that. I remembered all the time that I had wasted at school, all the time that I never listened to my teachers. I knew that it was their job to teach me this stuff; I just didn't understand why it was a necessity. I regretted every mean thing that I had said to people and I remember wishing that I could make it right.

I remember that as the sun peaked out over the houses, my breaths got shorter and my body temperature had decreased. I remember feeling tired and my eyes drooping and them slowly closing until l I snapped them open, not ready to go yet. I think drifted in and out of consciousness at this point because I didn't remember much about what happened next. The next thing I remember was the scream. My eyes stayed shut but it brought me back, if only for a little while. I remember hands checking me and patting me down. I think it was my mother but I'm not sure, it could have been anyone. I remember the hands leaving me and my pulse again slowing down. I could still feel the bullet in my chest. It was getting cold and my breaths were getting shorter still. I could tell this was the end. I remember calming down at this thought and drifting off into sleep. I had made peace with this. It was my time after all and I knew with all my heart that God would look after me. I may not have been the most sensible or well behaved person, but I had a strong belief in God and his power. Everything happened for a reason and I stand by that even now. I remember drifting off into my fantasy lands, my characters greeting me with open arms.

It was only a short amount of time later that I awoke. At first I wasn't sure what was going on. I was confused. I thought I had died. I felt the bullet enter me and twist my insides, leaking my vital blood supply over the pavement below. I know I died, I was sure of it. So where was I? Was I in heaven? Or was this Hell? My surroundings where completely white and I looked down at myself only to find that I had a white gown on. My feet were bare and my hair down, cascading down my back in gently curves, the odd curl adding to the effect. I was alone in this infinite space and for the first time in my existence, I felt free, I felt as if I could do anything. I sat up, as I was lying on the floor, which was bare and flat yet bent slightly, to fit my shape. Sitting up, I looked back at the floor, only to see it slowly come back up, flattening once more. I looked down at me hand, to see it lower down, the more pressure I used. I was fascinated by this and spent a minute just prodding the floor, only to see it bend and fit by finger like a glove. I felt a presence behind me, my spine prickling with the feeling of someone watching me. I turned, only to find that I was still alone in this white world. However, my sixth sense told me someone was here. I didn't know how I knew this, I just did, it was instinct.

"Hello?" I called out, not expecting a reply.

"Hello dear. My, it is nice to see you again." I whirled around, and there she stood. Dressed in a similar outfit as me, my Grandmother, Marie. I gasped and stumbled backwards slightly. He smiled in understanding and opened up her arms to me. Without hesitation, I ran forward, eager to be in her arms once more. Hitting her hard, I wrapped my arms around her and cried. I didn't realise that I had missed this much when I was alive. She patted my back in understanding and held me close for as long as possible. It may have been only a few minutes or a few hours later that my tears stopped and I stepped back to stare at her in wonder. She looked younger than I remembered but I had never seen her look so beautiful. Her hair was short and curly yet a magnificent mahogany colour. She wasn't bent over as I remember her to be, but standing straight and proud. She was assessing me to and smiled brightly at me when I met her eyes. "Isabella," She was the only person I allowed to call me that, "My beautiful Isabella. My you have grown up well. Yet have died such a tragic death! Wait, you do realise you are dead don't you? I mean you remember it right?" I smiled slightly at her worried expression; I took after so much, only really thinking after we say something.

"Yes, Grandma, I remember." I said softly, my voice chiming with a new musical quality. Her smile turned sad as she looked at me.

"I was watching you know. We both were." She said with sympathy swimming in her eyes.

"Both?" I questioned.

"Yes both. Little Joey and I." I gasped quietly. Joey,my mind repeated, Little JoJo. I closed my eyes, tears pricking out in the corners. "He asks about you y'know. I tell him all the wonderful things that you did and the type of person that you are and will become. He is very proud and cannot wait to see you." I opened my eyes and stared at her in wonder. She was smiling at me in understanding, as if she knew my every thought before I died.

"Can I see him?" I asked, my voice quivering slightly.

"Not quite yet." She told me, looking slightly uncomfortable, as if she didn't want to tell me what her eyes were screaming.

"What's wrong Grandma?" I asked, not really sure if I wanted to know.

"Well my dear, before you died, you asked for a way to atone fore your sins. Now any normal person would not be told to do this but sadly this is all to do with genetics. I know right? Ridiculous!" She was getting off topic, just like I did when I didn't want to tell someone bad news. "Anyway, we are decedents of the first fallen angel, we are Nephi. Now people may tell you that this is bad, but we have good and bad in all of us, it's us that chooses what we are. Now, since you have died yet are a Nephi, you have a chance of becoming a guardian angel. However, when you die, you would be given a choice whether or not you want to do this. But, you asked to do this before you died, you asked to repent for your sins, therefore, God has told me to tell you that from now till the end of time, you are a guardian angel. Now, I don't know the specifics but I do know that you are immortal; nothing can kill you since you are already dead! Sorry, that was insensitive." She said a contrite look upon her face. I'm sure that mine was blank, my surprise was all internal. An eternity! That was a long time. It was the only thing that kept repeating in my head. Eternity. I looked back up at Grandma and she continued, "You will go back down to Earth and look after those in need. For example, push people out of the way of oncoming cars, and basically protect those whose time hasn't come yet. You will have wings that can be retracted into your back. However, they will leave a marking on your back in the shape of your wings. As you mature in your guarding duties, you wings will grow and they will also change colour due to your mood. You will be able to be seen by everyone but you must keep a low profile. I would suggest that you travel every five years so that your age doesn't become apparent. Also, you have the ability to heal people and you can know who you need to save by a signal, or a feeling that you will receive. This will tell you everything you need to know apparently. I'm not sure if that is all since I have never been a guardian. I wish you well my child but I must leave you now. When you are ready just walk through the door over there," she pointed to a space behind me and turning, I saw a white wooden door standing there. "And you will go back down to Earth. You won't go back to the place in which you died, so you won't go to Liverpool, but you will go to where your next charge is, or person you need to help. I wish you all the luck in the universe and if you need me just ask. I will talk to you whenever you are in dire need of help. I w ill help you understand what happens but you must also help yourself. This is part of your task. Goodbye my darling and let the light guide you." With that, she glowed brightly until I had to look away. Blinking twice, I saw that she had disappeared.

My mind was reeling with this new information. I sat down on the floor and thought about everything. I had wings! I couldn't believe it. It was like my fantasy lands were coming into my real life, or now I suppose its death. Thinking hard on my back, I felt them burst free, ripping my dress as they did so. They were small but would be able to hold me if I flew. Flew. I couldn't grasp the concept, it was so foreign to me. I was starting to panic now. What if I wasn't good enough? What if I failed?

Have faith my darling. A voice whispered to me. Grandma, I thought. I straightened my back and brushed those thoughts from my mind. I could do this. I was Isabella Swan and I could do this. It was my destiny. Standing up, before my courage failed, I walked purposefully towards the wooden white door. Opening it slowly, I looked out only to see a white light. I took a breath, and without looking back, I stepped through, ready to meet my destiny head on.

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