The Gift

Prologue

Everybody has their own gifts. Some are good at singing. Some are good at dancing. Some are good at playing instruments. Some are good at sports. And some are good at acting. Those are gifts. We are unique in an amazingly, epic, unbelievably, and historically unique ways. We are different in something but same at anything. Therefore, most of them are being called as a soul mate. Those gifts should be use in a proper way.

If they have those gifts, mine was completely different. I expect no much when I entered my life as a seventh grade. But, everything of it become a lie when "she" entered the door of our classroom as the same time she entered the door of my life – Jean Collins.

Our lives are completely different. She is the only daughter of one of the billionaires in all of the state of America. While, me, I am an only son of a most wanted bandit in California. Pretty saying that we are completely different.

She became a part of me since she entered that door. She's wearing a long sleeved polo with a printed quote and a skinny jean with her hair been ponytailed. She wears a bracelet made of something like gold or silver. No make ups, she looks simple with her dark brown hair and a dark brown eyes. Her cheeks been blushed and her lips were rosy, soft and she might be a good kisser or something like that.

My heart stops beating when I see her hugged some of the boys in the corner and kissed him. She might have a boyfriend or somewhat. I'm just a transferee here and don't know about her history in the campus but all I know is that, she's the one I always dream to spend my life forever.

I've tried to wave at her and she caught me in a glance. I looked ashamed for something. My aunts and uncles just transfer me here to get away from the influence of my father. I look somewhere and I heard some murmurs from her place. Maybe, it was she.

"Do you know who that guy is?" from a voice I heard that I suspect it was her.

"Who? Babe, are you seeing someone again that we can't even see?" a voice of a boy. So, it really prove that she has a boyfriend.

I look at my back to see who's talking but, at that time they already left. What a nice timing for me. I hope that it wasn't her. It wasn't her who always in my mind.

I step through the window of our room and look from nowhere. I thought that time that I will never ever let her slip through my fingers. 'Cause she is the best gift I received from someone they called from above all heavens otherwise known as God.

Our story is full of mysteries and full of ups and downs. Maybe, only friendship is the one she's able to give me all along. Our story have three parts: The beginning, the middle, and the end.

She is like a precious and fine stones like gems for me. She's my treasure. She's my blessing. My great downfall. My muse. And my only great gift.

She's the one who gives and shows me my miracle.

She's my everything.