I walked into my bedroom and lay on my bed. What just happened? I ask myself. Justin had never spoken a word to me in his life, and now, he wanted to 'get to know me better'? What the hell was up with that? I mean I was flattered, and kinda excited that he did, because I have had a crush on him for like, forever! I lay on my bed for another ten minutes, thinking over the day. Smiling whenever it was happy and blushing when it was embarrassing, and, worst of all, crying when I thought back to what happened with Sarah. After wiping away my tears, I remembered about the presents that I was given today.
I got them out and put them all in-front of me. It was then I realised that they were all wrapped the exact same way. Tardis Blue wrapping paper, and a gold satin bow. I examined them in detail, my eye brows furrowing. I leaned forward and grabbed the smallest one, from Stacey. I opened it carefully, untying the bow, then tearing into the paper, slowly. Once opened, it revealed a small jewellery box, I opened the box, and found a locket. On the front it had a bright green stone, the size of a twenty cent coin. It was then surrounded by tiny stones, of different colours, blues, purple, yellow, orange, red. All the colours of the rainbow. It was beautiful. I opened it to reveal a small compartment that was empty. I turned it over in my hands. On the back, three letters were engraved. 'M.J.L' My initials I realised after five minutes of staring at the locket. I would thank her tomorrow, for such a thoughtful gift. I put it back into the small wooden box, feeling the tears well up in my eyes.
I turn to the next gift, from Miss Henry. I open it, as carefully as the last. This gift was not in another box, but just wrapped. It was a book. Leather bound, beautiful artwork on the front. There were also small gems embedded into the cover. I looked at the title, but I was in a language that I did not understand.Confused, I opened it, to reveal the same strange writing. I must try and translate it later on. Or ask Miss Henry what it says. I'm putting the book down when a note falls out of the book.
Dearest McKenzie,
This book will come in handy in the months and years to come. It has been in your family for generations, but was stolen, five years ago. I was finally able to retrieve it and I thought that your sixteenth birthday would be an extremely appropriate time to return it to you and your blood line. Use the words you find well, taking heed on the seriousness of them.
Seek and you will discover.
J.K.L via K.G.H
Who? What? When? Where? Why? HOW? They were all flooding my mind. Who was giving this to me? What did they mean by, 'Use the words you find well'? IT WASN'T IN ENGLISH FOR FLIPS SAKE!! How was I meant to take heed on the seriousness of the situation? Why was it given to me? I wanted answers, but I knew I wasn't going to get them, so I put the note back into the book and turned to the last present, from Justin.
As I touched the box, I felt something, but I was unsure of its nature. Feeling I should take even more care with this gift, I slowly unwrap it. It is the largest gift, but when I uncover it, it is a box. A medium sized, hand-crafted, mahogany box. With beautiful, intricate designs, engraved into the sides and lid. Slowly I lift the lid and find a large Gem stone. Along with some strange looking clothes. I am just about to lift the large Gem out of the box-
"Kenz?! You home?" my mother calls out. I gasp, as I hear her coming up the stairs, I quickly put all of the gifts underneath my bed. I don't know why, but I feel like I should hide them, keep them to myself. I stand up and reach the door, just as my mother does.
"Did you not hear me calling?" She asks, crossing her arms. I look at her eyes, they are swimming with multiple different emotions, love, concern, anger. Why is she angry?
"No" I lie "I was just taking a nap. I'm pretty tired." I finish with a forced yawn.
"Kenz, what's wrong? Did something happen at school today?" She asks, looking me directly in the eye. I know she will see right through me, she always does.
