My Guardian Angel *Chapter One: Part Three*

She was starting to get mad then. "That is a very bad thing to say!!" she yelled at me.

"Mom," I said angrily, "Its not. You know what. I would be much happier if I married a p-"

"Do not say poor man! she screamed at me. We would not support you if you married a poor man!"

"Mom! I would be much happier with a poor man because they dont brag about every little thing. Theyve probably experienced more than rich men!"

"Do not say that in this household! You know perfectly well that rich men are better!"

I looked at her with my mouth wide open. "Mom! Thats like saying whites are better than blacks! You cant judge someone on how much money they have! Its the same way you cant judge someone by the color of their skin!"

"It is not the same thing!" she screamed again. "Now take it back!"

"Take what back?! That poor men are usually better than rich men?! Mom, we both could be wrong, but I just dont want money to be my one priority in life!"

My mother gasped as if Id just told her that she had one day to live. "What?!"

"I dont want money to take over my life!" I grabbed my book bag and stormed up the stairs.

"Dont walk away when Im talking to you!!" she yelled after me.

"I can and I will!" I screamed back as I ran up the three story house to my bedroom at the top.

I slammed the door behind me and ran on top of my bed, trying to cry, but I couldnt.

I had moved out of my original room and into the attic without anyone knowing. So if anyone wanted to find me, they would never really do so. I was hidden from everyone in the house, and everyone in the world. There was only one window, but I didnt care. I liked the smaller, restricted space better.

As I sobbed tearless cries, I thought about why I wanted to cry. I was so frustrated with my life. My parents and I got in the stupidest arguments over nothing. My mother was obsessed with money, just like everyone else in the house, and I hated it. I didnt want any of it when my parents passed away. I just wanted to get by with as much as I needed, and enough to support a family if I ever had one.

The tears started coming then, and I cried like I was a little baby again. I was so mad at myself because I felt so innocent and small. I didnt know exactly why I was crying, or why I wanted to, but I knew that something new was going to happen soon.

Whenever I cry, something new changes in my life. I usually dont cry, so it doesnt happen very often. But I have a sixth sense about my very near future whenever I cry, its very hard to explain.

So as I was crying, I was also preparing myself for the future, whether it be a month from now or a day from now, I was preparing for whatever came my way. I was starting to be ready for anything. I was ready for happiness or shame, but I knew it would be shame because it always was.

I fell asleep about an hour later, still crying. My dreams were very different than what I usually dreamt. I was in a little meadow, and I wasnt alone, but I couldnt see who was with me. Whenever I looked at them straight on, they disappeared. But when I looked at them from the corner of my eye, the person was there, holding my hand and telling me something that I couldnt make out.

As I woke up the next morning, I pulled the pillow over my head and screamed into it just to get my feelings out from the previous day before I went to school.

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