The Gift

This Is Actually A Start Of A Story I Am Attempting To Write For Matt. Cos He Asked Me To =P. Please Leave Comments On How To Make It Better [= Thanks [=

I find myself gazing upon my roof on a cold, wet Saturday night. Thinking. Thinking about the reason to my gift. No matter how hard I try, I can't help feeling the emotions of the people around me.
"What is God trying to prove?" I asked my teddy bear, as i lay on my bed. "I mean, I guess I've known my whole life that i was different from the other kids, but I just don't get this," I said, as i crossed the room to turn my CD player on. As I walked to the table on the other side of the room, "Happy Ending" by Mika played.
"I can't help feeling that this is like a punishment from birth," i sighed, as i flopped down into the chair. "I hate it."
"Bonnie? Are you in there?" Mum asked, poking her head around the door frame. She looked at my face and gasped. "Bonnie? Are you okay? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" She bombarded me with questions. I HATE it when she does that.
"It's nothing mum, really. Now what did you want?" I replied quickly.
"I just came up here to tell you that dinner is ready. It's your favorite: Spaghetti Bolognase"
"Um, Yeah, Sure, Be right down," I said as i quickly shoved my writing pad to the back of the desk that i was writing on.

**All I've Got So Far <33**