Mikah

CHAPTER ELEVEN

As I sat in my seat, eating the special breakfast that Olsen had prepared for only me, consisting of brown bread, bangers, and eggs, I smiled greatly at everyone around me.

Especially at the Stagg sisters, who sat in front of me and beamed at me as I ate my meal.

I felt special, and there was a good feeling inside my heart that distracted me from the fact my heart was pounding by the minute.

Phoebe looked at me, and then at her sister, and reached down to the ground.

Once she came back from the ground, I began to smile even greater than before.

She held a wrapped box, a present, in her hands and pushed it forward. The wrapping was a bright yellow, and in the middle was a blue bow that she had clearly wrapped herself, as well as a little letter wrapped in it all as well.

"I hope you like it," Phoebe beamed.

I looked at her, and down at the gift,

"You shouldn't ha—"

"Shut up and open it." She spoke.

I grabbed the letter first, and was confronted by the front of the envelope, and it said;

TO: ANGUS MONAGHAN
FROM: PHOEBE E. STAGG

I accidentally ripped open the envelope, and the entire envelope tore apart.

Letting out an;

"Oops," The two of them laughed greatly.

I opened up the folded letter, and began to read the long and pretty letter that she must've worked on in her free time, away from me.

DEAR ANGUS,

HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY! IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, I WOULD HAVE BEEN LOST IN THE STREETS OF IRELAND. BUT WITH YOUR KINDNESS AND WILLINGNESS TO HELP, NOW I KNOW THE STREETS, OR AT LEAST... SORTA.

OVER THE PAST COUPLE OF MONTHS OF
GETTING TO KNOW YOU, I HAVE MADE UP MY MIND AND DECIDED THAT YOU ARE SUCH A KIND AND HANDSOME LAD.

IN ENGLAND, I COULD BARELY MAKING FRIENDS OF MY OWN, FOR IT WAS WAY TOO HARD FOR ME. BUT WITH YOU, IT WAS DIFFERENT. FOR YOU ARE A SWEETHEART!

I HOPE YOU HAVE A BRILLIANT BIRTHDAY AND MANY MORE TO COME. IF THERE IS ABSOLUTELY ANY CHANCE OF YOU GETTING FAMOUS IN THE NEXT COUPLE OF YEARS, REMEMBER ME! HA!

AS A THANK YOU FOR YOUR KINDNESS, AND A DEAR HAPPY BIRTHDAY, NORA AND I... REALLY JUST ME, GOT YOU PRESENTS!

I HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM AS MUCH AS I THOUGHT YOU WILL, AND NEVER FORGET HOW SWEET YOU ARE AND ALWAYS KNOW YOUR WORTH DARLING.

SOMEDAY I WILL SHOW YOU AROUND BRISTOL, AND MAYBE THEN WE WILL GO TO MY FAVORITE TEA SHOP THERE. THAT IS, OF COURSE, IF YOU ENJOY TEA AS MUCH AS I DO.

ALWAYS REMEMBER I AM HERE FOR YOU IF YOU NEED ME, AND THAT I DO APPRECIATE EVERYTHING YOU DO FOR ME.

HAPPY EIGHTEENTH BIRTHDAY DARLING,

MUAH, XOXO!

PHOEBE ELEANORA STAGG

I looked up at her, and I began to feel as my eyes filled with tears. I hadn't felt this loved, this cared for, in a while. Possibly even my entire life.

"Oh... Phoebe, you shouldn't have," I spoke softly.

But she hushed me, as she practically forced me to unwrap her present.

I unknotted the bow, and watched as it fluttered to the ground.

More carefully this time, I unwrapped the wrapping paper and she collected the scraps, waiting for my reaction to the gift.

Opening up the white box, my eyes began to light up, as I looked at the books tucked all into the box.

The flap of the box that stared at me said with black ink similar to on the letter;

HERE LAY MY FAVORITE BOOKS, I DEARLY HOPE YOU ENJOY THEM AS MUCH AS I DID.

Feeling every book with my fingertips, I soon realized they must've of been Phoebe's original copies of them, the ones that she kept while reading them all.

"Thank you!" I exclaimed.

Phoebe nodded, as she pulled us into a semi-awkward hug that wasn't as awkward as I expected.

Once we pulled away, there was awkward tension filled in the air.

"Really, though, thank you, Phoebe. Thank you so very much," I thanked, "You're the best."

I watched as she blushed and covered her face with her sweater, which was so magnificently adorable, I must say.

She nodded, and then mouthed and,

"Of course," as she pointed towards a little box that wasn't opened yet, and that was on the edge of the table.

"C'mon Phoebe, no more gifts..." I began.

Phoebe shook her head,

"It isn't from me." She answered.

Then who was the mysterious little box from?

She passed me the box, as I felt with my fingertips the texture of it.

Then carefully, I unwrapped the red wrapping paper and peered my eyes at the box.

It looked familiar, for some reason.

There were pretty little designs all over it, and it was mainly the colors white, red, and blue. Which made me even more confused.

On the sides of the box were the words,

MOY

And,

SYN.

I began to feel even more confused, was this is a different language or something? Was this some sort of hateful joke that boys in my room would play on me?

Attempting to open the box, I soon realized it seemed to be glued shut.

"Here," Phoebe said, "Gimme it."

I passed her the box, and she carefully sliced open the cracks with a knife, and then gave it back to me.

"What do you think is inside?" She questioned.

I looked at her, as surprised as she was,

"Honestly," I told, "I have no idea."

Phoebe shrugged,

"Then open the box, Angus. Or are you scared?"

She joked.

Honestly, I was sort of scared, but I didn't know what in the hell to do, so I decided to open it.

I held the top of the box, and carefully opened it.

When I looked inside, there was an old compass, pointing to the north.