.: GUARDIAN :. It was early Monday morning. The move had been hard, and Raeleigh wasn't exactly thrilled about it. The night before had been rough what with her nightmares. She had them often, the same one each time. You'd think after a while it wouldn't phase you, but this was different. Though, the brunette realized a long time ago that she couldn't let her mother know about it. The woman had enough to worry about. Rae knew it downed her mother that her only child hardly ever told her what was going on with her life, but it was for her mom's sake. To be honest, the fifteen year old had a lot going on. They say everything feels heavier in your teenage years. Rae was going through things that were naturally heavy, so one couldn't simply imagine how she'd been feeling. Lonely, for the most part. She usually shut the world away and did her own thing; reality had a way of keeping her head out of the clouds where she wanted it to be, though. Raeleigh worried a lot, even about things that weren't her problem or were out of her control. It's just how she was, and still is to this day. "Rae, do you need me to take you to school?" Ms. Jones called, "We'll have to leave early, I have to be at the restaurant at seven forty-five! Breakfast is ready, but you need to get finished up there!" Raeleigh looked at herself in the mirror. Where there was undeniable beauty, she saw none. The faint sunlight that poured into the room from her draped window cast upon her rich colored hair, making it shine. Today she wore her usual, yet comfortable attire, which consisted of a t-shirt, denim shorts, and light blue converse shoes which matched her mesmerizing eyes. "Coming!" Rae called after a moment, voice carrying our of her doorway and downstairs. Their house was actually two stories and quite nice. It was way out of what they would have been able to afford, but her mother's friend bought the house for them as well as nice furniture. It had been beyond kind. Now was the problem of making the paper to keep it, and Raeleigh's mom had trouble doing that. She was actually in bad shape, and even though she hadn't told her daughter this, Rae had recently found out her mother had cancer- that explained why she looked worn down and thin all the time. It tore Raeleigh apart, and that night, she sobbed, but she had to be strong for her mother. It's all she could do, sadly. _ A couple hours passed and Raeleigh wound up just walking to school; it was only a few blocks away. As she neared the entrance, she saw how huge this High School was and she shrunk down a bit, especially at all the looks she was getting. Seemed everyone still managed to know everyone, and she was not everyone. "How am I supposed to find my first class?" Rae mumbled, taking out her schedule, "Seriously? No room numbers? No locker number? Thanks, so very much, Eastwood High, for making this easy for me." Sarcasm was her expertise.