Miracles

MEETING

James

'Why are you so annoying?' James asked from his sister. 'Get out of my room! I have to get ready.'

'Only,' Kate said. 'If you promise to drop me off to school.'

He groaned in frustration. He had to beat the urge to throw his sister out of the window. But, he sighed in defeat, it was no use. Kate would always get her way.

'Fine. But you have to hurry.'

'Thank you James!' She squeaked. 'Best brother ever!'

He sighed again and this time a small chuckle escaped his lips as his sister dashed off to her room. He really loved his sister although she was a pain in the neck, literally! He wouldn't dare to admit it out loud then she'd climb on to his head!

Kate once said that she knew why people doesn't hang-out with him. she said that they couldn't stand his goody-two-shoes attitudes. But James had friends that someone could only imagine and as much he knew that no one hated him either. He knew how to co-operate with people. He could understand them. But there was one thing he didn't understand.

Why do some people always had to be so grim and moody?

He understood that people had problems. Problems that they couldn't tell anyone. But, did they have to shut out the whole world and think that the world was turning their back on them? Couldn't they just trust someone and tell their problems? Ask them for guidance? They weren't the only people with difficulties.

For instance; James father was a drunk. Well....he wasn't his biological father. The thing is he and his sister were adopted. He used to come at nights and hurt him and his mother. Sometimes his mother would hide him in the closet and take his beatings too, while he cried in the dark, hiding away from the awful noises of his mom screaming and his dad cursing. He was still terrified of the dark. When he turned off the lights when he went to bed, he was the small boy hiding in the closet again. Loud smashing and earsplitting screams filled his ears until he was tumbling his way to turn on the light, sweating and panting out of fear. He used to wait in the dark until the fight was over. Sometimes he would fall asleep feeling exhausted. It lasted until he was thirteen, his mother remarried. But he didn't hate his father. He forgave him. And he determined himself not to be like his father. Not to hurt others. He stayed happy, turned on a bright smile when his mother woke him up in the morning when dad was gone or asleep. He knew that seeing him smile made his mother happy. He would help her to clean up the house cracking jokes here and there to defuse the tension and her sadness.

He dropped Kate and continued his drive to school.

So, why can't the others think like him too? He thought. To be happy to the things they've got rather than moaning for the things they've lost? Was it worth it? To lament over a problem and ruin their own future? James didn't think so.

His usual parking spot was vacant as always. He got down from his car and thanked Kate silently for reminding him of his jacket as a cool breeze blew past him. The weather was starting to get colder. Winter was definitely near. He hugged his jacket and walked towards the school main door.

He wasn't looking where he was going until he bumped into someone.

'Hey! Watch where you're...' He was stuck mid-sentence as the girl -for a split of a second he thought that she was a boy- who bumped into him got up picking her book that was fallen. Her deep black, beady eyes locked with his light hazel ones.

She was pretty small comparing to him. She was barely five-two. She wore black ripped jeans and black sneakers. Her only protection against the cold was a thin black Nike t-shirt. Her short, black pixie hair covered the left part of her pale face, which, to his surprise, got paler every second he stared at her like she was an angel and she stared at him like he was a demon.