My First Valentine


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The bell went for our next class - it was in the labs on the other side of the school - no time to stop and open the card. I would have to wait until recess to do that. I pulled Clare away from the group of us as we walked. "Guess what?" I said, "There's a card in my history book". "A card???" she echoed "Who from?" I don't know, I haven't opened it. Meet me behind the art room right after biology and we will see then." We raced from our next class to the dense grass behind the art room as soon as the bell rang for our break.

I shook my history book until the envelope fell loose onto the grass. Clare grabbed it and said, "Whoever he is, he can't spell!" as she looked at the way my name was spelled on the front. She thrust it at me - "Quick, open it!" she urged. I took my time, having never opened a Valentine's Card before. For some reason, it never entered our heads that it wouldn't be a Valentine's Card - maybe a party invitation instead. After all, it was Valentine's Day. What else could it be? Besides, it had been hidden.

I slowly slit the top of the envelope and Clare let out a screech. "It is a Valentine!" she squealed. We heard voices, boys' voices - "Quick, hide it" she yelled. The boys wondered past and we looked at them suspiciously. Could it have been one of them? No, they didn't seem to be interested in what we were doing so we pulled the card out of the book and opened it once more. Of course there was no signature on this heart shaped, hand coloured card. "Well," said Clare, whoever it was cared enough to make it!" "Either that or they were too shy to be seen in the store actually buying it!" I retorted cynically! "Awww" crooned Clare, "It's sooo sweet!"

The bell rang for classes. I once again hid the card away and Clare and I started for class. "Let's keep a look out," said Clare. "We have to know who sent it. I will watch and see if anyone keeps looking at you in class, OK?"

Our next class seemed to go on forever. I was afraid to raise my head in case anyone was watching me. A part of me

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