The Gift

Part 1: Chapter 1

I. I am Jason Davis. I normally receive gifts every year in every occasion in my everyday living here on earth. I don't give any shits about it or something related with that matter. If I will be asked by someone, I don't care for it though.

My whole life, I've been hunt by cops and some other people looking for my father. My father, well, he throws the shit out of his mind when he's in influence by beer or drugs. I am the one too who discovered all of this stuff since mom died.

Well, about my mom, she's the best girl I ever loved and I hope that she never die at that time. My father is known as a good preacher of the good news of God but, when my mom died, everything has changed. At that time, as the same goes for my father, I think that time that God doesn't exist. If he does, why did He let my mom die?

As my teenage years going through, my dad gives me to my aunts and uncles when he heard that cops are looking for him.

I spent the last four years there and I graduated in my sixth grade at the home of my aunts when they prefer me into a home schooling. Now, at my seventh grade, I forced myself to get in a school. They left no choice but to get me in. I spent my seventh grade learning stuffs in UCLA in their high school branch.

I know that it was so expensive to get in that school but, luckily, I passed the examination for the scholarship. I've waited for the luck for the rest of my life, and now I get it.

As I step a foot in that school, I feel the chills in my foot. The chills that always make me nervous about. The last time I felt nervous like this is when Officer Jones asked me about my father and what he's doing while the cops aren't around.

In my way to our classroom, new faces looks at me so bad. They think of me as a little person I could ever be. They got money, luxuries and other things to provide their needs while, as I step in our room, with my Just Do It blue tee shirt and my slacks, I meet my old nemeses when we're second grade.

"Hey, Davis! You're still alive! How do you get in here?" the boy with a sunglasses and holding a cigar taps me in the shoulder.

"Get off of me, Benny. And, what are you doing with your cigar here? It's not allowed here in our school." I said.

"Then how about your dad using marijuana? Isn't that not allowed too in our country? By the way, why are you asking me about my cigar? You haven't answered my question yet." He said while blowing the smoke from his cigar.

I changed my direction and go all the way to my seat. They keep on shouting at me in my back but, I didn't take my attention unto them.

I sit there and read the first book I get. Well, it is about English particularly, Drama. Well, I know that I suck at drama but, I left no choice as I received my schedules since it has been part of the so-called curriculum.

The always words that enter my mind at that time is that; "You should study hard. Therefore, you will not be like your father." I've hated my father since he become addicted though, when he's not under the influence, he's still a great man. I never blame him for that. If I was in his position, I don't even know what to do.

There is still questions in my mind for the rest of the time until the doors get open, once again.

I see an angel.

She's beautiful as an angel gets through. Her dark brown hair is so attractive. Her dark brown eyes like tells me something. Her rosy lips like the lips that I want to kiss. And the blushing of the maiden gets my attention.

At the time I saw her, it's like a slow jazz is playing at that time and the whole room is scented with rose perfume. I know how it feels then, the whole hallucinations become nightmare when I see the blonde guy in a Van-Halen tee shirt kissed that girl. It hurts so much but, I still waved at her.

I think she doesn't see that wave because I heard no response from her. I don't even know her voice. But, I hear some loud whispering as I turn my back around.

"Who is that guy?" some voice of a girl.

"Who? I dunno." Now it's a voice of a dude.

And the others are the ones that I don't ever want to hear. But, as I look back, she is not there. Just the blonde guy with his dudes and two girls. But, there, she's not.

I look everywhere and I see here in her seat, I presume. And I come near to her while she's reading her books. Well, I can't tell that either 'cause she's covering her face with the books. But I recognized her through the doll shoes she's wearing.

As I come nearer, I hear some crying. At the time I got beside her, I took the covering books off from her sight and saw her crying. As she saw me, she walks out of the classroom.

She never came back for the rest of the first 3 subjects until it's our break time.

I never leave the room and just focus still on that drama book. And read some outlooks about Sire William Shakespeare. I'm pretty sure that I have read some of his plays. I can't remember the title of it but, I'm sure it's a tragedy between two teenage couples.

Someone opens the door of the room and see the girl. She's not crying now but a poker face draws in her face as she question me; "What are you still doing here? You supposed to be out there for the break time, right? And I heard that you're a transferee here so, you should be out there meeting new friends."

I just smile at her about her question and take a look at her.

"This is how I spent my break times and, I already knew someone but, I don't like 'em." I said.

She looks serious with some redness on her face trying to get out something. And she laughs hilariously. Really, really laugh so badly.

"Sorry for my rudeness lately as I walked out of you. I'm Jean – Jean Collins." She said.

"Aw my gosh! You're Jean Collins! I'm Jason Davis!" I shake a hand at her.

She looks curious as I shake a hand at her that time.

"I'm just kidding!" I said.

"Well, if you want to hear something crazy, I have one for you. Lately, I really wanted to be famous for once in my life that's not a joke for now. Just a trash here. Right, I have a boy – well, EX-boyfriend but it doesn't mean that I was popular as my ex does." She said with tears.

"Well, that's what you're crying all about lately?" I asked her.

"Yeah! Childish, right?" she joked with tears.

And it interrupted as Benny entered the room as he lights up his cigar once again.

"Hey, look at the son of Mr. Weedy! He's with Ms. Hot! Well, Ms. Hot, be careful with this guy. He might give you weeds too." Benny said.

"Is that how you respect Mister with the cigar?" Jean said.

"No, Jean. Let me handle this. He's an old nemesis of mine. I know this man full well. He's harmless." I said calmly.

He punched me in the face that causes me to bleed.

"Is that how can you treat me asshole?"

And he collapsed as I punched him direct in the face.

And it ended up in the Principal's Office.

***

At the Principal's office, there are five of us over the principal's table. Me, Jean, Benny, our adviser – Ms. Scott; and the principal himself. The air is heavier inside the room and the tense is so tight. Mr. Langston (the principal), drew out two sheets of paper and put out his glasses.

"Well, I have nothing to say with your attitude, Mr. Jason Davis as you pass the scholarship but, I didn't expect that you'll bring a big trouble right in the first day of classes. And you, Mr. Ben Smithson, this is your second-to-last warning before I kick you out of this school so, I better watch you out now so that you can finish your senior year or else, I have to dismissed you out of this school as soon as possible."

The tense immediately gone for what the principal said. Well, the damage has been done so, I just have to deal with it. Then, at that time, the principal let us walk out of the room,peacefully. But as I attempt to go out, he leaves me a message. "You should work hard for your study and make your mom very proud of you."