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The Guardian.

Novel By: Joy Evans
Young adult



And I thought that my life couldn't get more complicated. Now I have a dead father, a run a way mother, demonds crashing through my bedroom windows and someone who I can trust, but have never met. Tell me the truth...am I going crazy? View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jul 10, 2009    Reads: 428    Comments: 14    Likes: 7   


"Hello? Is anyone there?" Lilly called out into the darkness.

"Look, I know that your there so you might as well come out and show your face...unless your a coward."

"I am no coward. I just know what will happen if you see me." A voice responded.

"What are you talking about? What do you mean?" She whispered loudly into the darkness where she thought the voice was coming from.

"Hello?" Lilly heard a window slide open and the wind rush into her bedroom.

"No...don't leave. I am not scared. Come on, please. Just stay." There was no reply.

"What, so your going to leave now?" There was still no reply.

"Look please, just stay for a little while longer. You don't have to talk...just listen. Just please listen." Lilly pleaded.

"Why should I? You don't need me anymore Lillian. You are all grown up. I am just nothing more then a waste of time and energy to you. If I stay longer..." The voice started to say first in rage, but then ending his sentence in sorrow.

"Then what? If you stay longer then what?"

"I will grow even more attracted to you then I am now. That would not be acceptable."

"I am not a stray dog, you haven't even told me your name. You have known mine since you started coming to me a year ago. At least tell me that much." Lilly asked.

"Call me William." The voice answered.

Before Lilly could respond to the "oh so familiar voice", she saw a shadow quickly pass though the window while closing it at the same time. Lilly spent the rest of the night lying under the covers on her mattress pondering whether she should call the mysterious voice Will, or William.

The next morning went as usual. Lilly got out of bed, brushed her teeth, brushed her hair, got dressed, locked the window, something "William" always told her to do, and closed her bedroom door. Making her way quickly but quietly down the hallway of the group home she was currently living in, she heard the floor boards creak behind her. In one fast swoop, Lilly stuck her foot out backwards, to trip the person that was behind her, turned around and grabbed the little boy's arm.

"Ow. That hurts. Let go of me!" Cried out Max, one of Lilly's many brothers.

They were not blood related, but they were still buds.

"Only if you say pretty please, with sugar on top." Lilly teased.

"OK, OK, PLEEEEEEEEEEEESE Lilly, let go of my arm." Max said with a wry smile.

"Fine, just don't wake anyone up. I'm going out." Lilly responded while letting do of the thin arm.

"Sure, where are you going?"

"None of your business." Lilly said starting to become annoyed.

"OK fine, I'll cover for you." He said with a big smile on his face while pointing to his chest emphasizing the word "I".

"Thanks little buddy." Lilly patted Max on the head and ran out the door.

While speeding down the stairs of her apartment, she ran into Mrs. Lonen. Mrs. Lonen was a lovely women with white, long hair, short, thin from years of malnutrition and wrinkly from her age. She was always wearing long fur coats, pencil skirts and high heeled pumps in a rainbow of colours, despite all the nagging her nurse did about wearing a hospital gown or pajamas. It disgusted Lilly about the fact that the fur coats were actually real, Lilly being a vegetarian after all. She was a very odd women, but still sweet as hell. You see, Mrs. Lonen suffered from a severe case of Alzheimer's.

"Hello Mrs. Lonen. How are you today?" Lilly said in a sweet, innocent voice.

"Why hello Maud, I'm just swell thank you." Mrs. Lonen always called Lilly Maud.

Lilly had a theory, maybe Mrs. Lonen used to be good friends with a women named Maud many years ago and maybe Lilly reminded Mrs. Lonen of her.

"Where are you of to today? The bakery?"

"No, not today Clarisse. I'm off to pay a visit to my father."

"Oh that sweet man, please tell him I said hello" This upset Lilly a bit, but she was used to it. She had this same conversation with Mrs. Lonen, or Clarisse as she liked Lilly to call her, every time she was going to see her father.

"I will, good day." Immediately after leaving the building, Lilly haled a taxi.

"Where to miss?" The driver asked.

"Charleston Cemetery please." She responded, listening to her voice crack at the thought.





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