Hi everyone! :D
I hope you guys had a wonderful week and have finished your commitments (whether it's assignments or revision) before reading this story! (YES! I have finished mine :D I'VE BEEN A GOOD UNI STUDENT!)
There's one thing I would like to mention though: I have been considering long and hard, but I can't help myself but to have the urge to rewrite this story.
This story was the first ever story that I wrote and published online (firstly in Quizilla, and now in ). I have some attachment to this story, and this determination to finish it (even if it will deviate from some of my original ideas).
I have to admit, now, as I read the parts I have written previously (2 – 3 years ago) I felt quite horrified at how bad my grammar and spelling mistakes were D: the story line wasn't that great either. So, due to these problems, I have decided that I would like to rewrite and re-edit this story.
Another thing I realized was: I'm terrible at writing in first person D: but I will keep on continuing for the sake of improving!
So, I sincerely apologize for putting you guys through some horrible writing, and I hope you guys will look forward to the new and edited versions.
So, as I promised before, I'll be updating at a regular pace this year since I have more time now. So, I now present to you another chapter of My Angel of Destiny. I will hopefully start re-writing the previous chapters while writing new chapters!
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Hope you guys will enjoy it, and please review!
Yoshi2112
"Oh wow, you look terrible," was the first thing Rob said as he entered the meeting room. Dean nodded in agreement behind him as they walked into the room and sat down in at the table. I gave them a tired smile.
"Well at least I'm nice and early, unlike a certain someone who always makes us wait because of his sports matches," I retorted.
Rob shrugged, "well, no one's perfect you know. And I am the sports captain after all. Stop mentioning it whenever I'm late, Case. At least I don't look like a zombie who just came out from the grave. LET ME EAT YOUR BRAINS!" he playfully roared as he did an imitation of a zombie, and rolled his eyes back, showing the whites of his eyes. I just laughed. The reason why I was not able to sleep was simply because I was thinking too much – thinking too much into what Aster had said to Ronald yesterday.
What did he mean by that? I felt extremely confused. My head was throbbing from thinking too much.
"It's not like you to procrastinate your assignments, Casey," said Dean as he set up his laptop, snapping me out of my thoughts, "and yes, you do remind me of a zombie, sort of like that game I designed last year. What were you doing exactly?"
"Thanks guys," I muttered, "I couldn't sleep last night. Had too much things to think about…and so I ended up not sleeping at all." Rob and Dean both shook their heads in disapproval. I rolled my eyes – they seemed to be disagreeing with me in lots of things lately. "Fine! You guys win; I'll go to sleep early today. Happy now? Let's get down to business…"
It was just a few weeks away from our interviews with the selected candidates for our assignment – the school was buzzing in excitement when the candidates were released; preparation for their arrival was already on the go, new infrastructures were built, even souvenirs were being developed specifically for this moment!
"Hey Casey," said Dean, after a few hours of work, "don't you have work today?"
"I cancelled with Chef Marconi the other day, since we had to sort these questions out today, so I guess we could probably stay until midnight if we don't finish on time." I laughed and smiled at their shocked faces, "I was just joking, seriously!" I added, when Rob gave me a skeptical look.
"So, what are we supposed to do today?" he asked, innocently.
Dean and I both sighed.
This was surely going to be a long, long day.
8:00 p.m.
The chilly night wind grazed against my cheeks as Dean and I walked out of the school gates; it was hard to resist the urge to run back into the school, back into the brightly lit, and nicely heated rooms, with soft chairs, hot chocolate… I wrapped my scarf around my neck tighter without strangling myself. Unfortunately, I had to get back home and start working on the interview questions since we did not finish them – Rob dashed off to train some of the junior teams for the upcoming basket ball competition (as an excuse), and so, since Dean and I were unable to complete anything else (all was left was Rob's work to be done), we ended up heading home.
"Are you sure you don't want a ride with me?" Dean offered kindly, "it's really late and all. Do buses even operate at these times?"
"Sure they do," I said, "you should try catching some more often. Besides, I'll just be a nuisance for you; we do live in different sides of Siemens after all." Siemens city itself was
"That's your car right?" I asked as I spotted as a shiny silver limousine arrived, a door opened, and Dean's butler, Trevor, stepped out to welcome his young master. Dean took a step forward, but then hesitated, and stepped back. He was just about to open his mouth and ask another question, but I interrupted him quickly explaining how I had other things to do (such as going to the library to study).
"Well, okay then, if you say so. I'll see you tomorrow," he said cheerfully. "If you need any help, don't hesitate to call me!"
I smiled and watched as the silver limousine drove away, and waved back to Dean. Then I started heading to the direction of the bus stop.
As I sat down in the little compartment, I suddenly felt extremely uneasy. As though someone was observing my each, and every move. I stood up, and spun around quickly, trying to catch the culprit.
The roads on both sides of the dimly lit roads were empty.
I sat back down again, praying that the bus would arrive soon.
8:30 p.m.
So, half an hour just passed by, and I still sitting in the same compartment, waiting for the bus to come. It was supposed to arrive 20 minutes ago! It was getting colder and colder by the minute; I felt extremely frustrated. My fingers were numb, my face started to itch a little from frostbite, and my legs trembled.
'Great! Half an hour. I could've walked home during that much time.' So, I decided to just walk home, since I needed to warm myself up with the exercise and didn't have much patience.
"Can you promise me to never walk past that park again?" Aster's voice echoed in my head. His blue eyes were so sincere…
I hated not being able to keep promises. So I had to choose to walk the longer route – around the outskirts of Siemens Park.
Freakishly enough, I felt someone was following me, so I sped up my pace.
'I will never ever EVER walk alone during this time at night!' I quietly promised myself as I started to panic a little, 'what if the same incident happens again as last time?' My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a burst of colour in the sky right above the park. The sky swirled with clouds with colours of red and gold and landed in what seems to be the middle of the park. Rays of light burst out from the flooding and blinding my eyes with rays of light.
Then, this unknown occurrence started attracting every single bit of light from the lamps on the side of the roads. I pulled out my phone and watched as it ran out of battery in no less than a few seconds, and I had only just charged it a at school, a few hours ago.
My mouth fell open. What on earth had just happened? I hurriedly rushed towards the park, heading towards the place where the light had originated as it started to dim, softly. As I prepared to carelessly jump into the bushes, a loud scream made me lose my concentration, and I scraped my knees painfully onto the stone-embedded ground as I landed. My stockings were ripped open, and my skin exposed to the cold winds.
Worst of all, the light that I was searching for had disappeared.
'Oh great, now I have to buy more stockings.' I sighed at my carelessness as I dusted dirt from my skirt. My knees stung a little. The light had now disappeared and I was in the middle of darkness inside some random bush. The power failure had not been fixed, and my phone remained dead.
Thankfully, there was moonlight to rely upon as I trudged through and found the pathway inside the park. As I was just about to run away from the place quickly, I heard some soft chirping sounds coming from the opposite direction. It didn't take me a long time to find the origin of the chirping sound; there, I saw a little black bird on its back on the soft grass with one of its wings dislocated.
"Should I just let Natural Selection look after you?" I asked the bird, and then I laughed, "Why am I asking you when you can't even understand what I'm saying to you?"
Its beady eyes stared at me innocently, and then it chirped happily again.
It was such a friendly sound.
"Alright, alright, you win," I said as I knelt down, untied my scarf, and wrapped it carefully around the injured bird, "I'll find you a vet and you'll be set free again. Okay?" The bird chirped, and I just assumed that it somehow understood what I said.
I heard a soft crack in the bushes, the sound of someone approaching us. I swallowed hard and hugged the bird plus scarf closer to myself. My knees were shaking, not just from the cold, but also from fear.
'Please don't let it be those guys…'
The footsteps were getting closer, and I was still paralysed with fear, unable to move from my kneeling position…
to be continued...
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