Helen On Eighty-Sixth Street

It's true that we all have dreams and hopes, yet some come true, some don't. There was a vigorous, optimistic girl who had large chocolate-brown eyes that glitter under the sunshine. Her hair was pitch-black, straight, and scented like those shampoo advertisements when models swung their beautiful hair. Unlike most of the Asians with dark skins, her skin was pale, as the icy-cold snowflakes in winter, falling down miserably and pitifully, impressed people so much that was unforgettable. We met by chances like patches of drifting duckweed. We didn't have best-friend-gossip friendship, just normal and not essential. We won't care about each other's lives as primary, because we were merely normal friends that only had team-spirit relationship. However, life changed 180 degrees. We were distributed in the same class again as upperclassmen. Since we didn't comprehend other unfamiliar students, we stayed together and chatted with happy-go-lucky thoughts. Soon, we became best friends. We shared our dreams together: She dreamt to become the top dancer in the world while I dreamt to become a skillful pianist who accompanied when she was dancing. We hid our dreams into a time capsule which was buried near the largest blooming phoenix tree in the school. I truly hoped and believed that our dreams would come true, since we were practicing diligently. Anyhow, I found out that the thought was just too childish after a significant change which promoted me to stop playing the piano--TRANSFER. It wasn't I who transferred; it was she who transferred. Because she was admitting into a excellent dancing school in America, she was about to go abroad. I was so disappointed and deplorable that I couldn't sleep for whole night. I couldn't accept the cruel truth so I tricked myself that it was a dream with nightmare. I only had to knead my face with the fingers and I could wake up, but it was useless. I was still awake in the nightmare. Therefore, I suddenly enlightened and decided to make a great present for her as the souvenir in Taiwan. I weaved a teddy bear around the bottle, clipped a card with a heart as the teddy bear was embracing the heart. I believed that she would still remember me whenever she saw the cute teddy bear was smiling warmly at her, as I was accompanying her through difficulties. I knew, though the dream that we would perform together didn't come true, we would accompany each other in our hearts even the distances were far away.