The Gift

Xavier

"Do I have to go to school today?" I ask my auntie Lisa.

"Yes you do. Just because it's your birthday, does not mean you get to have the day off." She says while getting ready for work.

Lisa works as a nurse gets home really late.

My parents died when I was eight.

I still remember going to the beach with the day they died.

But if coarse I do, I can't exactly forget.

I remeber their happy faces before a bullet shot through there heads.

First my mum, then my dad.

I screamed when the gun went off.

But I feel like they're still alive.

I'm still hoping that one day they will come home. But they never do.

I say goodbye to Lisa and uncle Jay.

They adopted me when they found out that my parents had died.

I climb into my car and start driving to school.

On the way there, I listen to the news.

'Another two people murded in Miami this weekend. That is the 15th this month. What is happening?' The reporter says.

What is happening? I repeat in my head.

It's only March 12th, and 15 killings so far.

I arrive at school just before the first bell. I rush to my locker and get my history book out.

I sit down in the back row of history just when the second bell goes off.

I start drawing on my notebook while Mr.Samules starts writing on the board.

"Okay class, today we have a student. His name is Xavier White, he moved from England to Miami, so don't pick on him because of his accent." Mr Samules says to the class.

We all just nodded our heads as a response.

Half way through the class, Xavier finally shows up.

"Sorry that I'm late, I got lost and went to three different classes to ask for directions." He has the most amazing voice I've ever heard.

I look up from my history text book and looked at him.

He was the exact same guy who I saw when I six.

Literally.

He has not aged one bit. At all.

Why hasent he aged?

I have to talk to him.

Xavier sits down in the middle row and looked at me. Well, stared.

For the whole lessen, I had this guy looking at me like I was a shiny new car.

I had enough, so I stared back at him.