My First Valentine
At lunchtime, Clare and I sat feeding our sandwiches to the crows while we sat overlooking the sportsfield. I was too jittery to eat and Clare was on another diet. The crows were grateful. "How are we going to find out who it is?" said Clare. "Well," I said, "whoever it was can't spell my name". "Maybe we should get all the boys in class to write your name," suggested Clare.
"Waaay too obvious!" I retorted. "Did you notice anyone watching me?" I asked her.
"Only one," she answered. "But it couldn't be him - he never has time for girls with all that studying he does," she said, talking about the smartest guy in class.
"Has anyone been particularly nice to you recently?" she asked.
"Well, no different than usual," I replied.
I was friendly with most of the boys in our class. I used to play soccer with a lot of them in primary school and was still considered one of the guys. Although some of them were becoming increasingly "cute" as we got older, I would never have tried to be more than their buddy.
"Who did you dance with at the last dance?" Clare asked.
I named about five boys and we went through the list of possibilities. We ruled out three, as we knew which girls they liked and I wasn't one of them. The last two we weren't sure about. And there we had to let it rest... no way to find out without asking. However, the truth will always find a way - and it did a few weeks later.
I received an invitation to a party and on the envelope was written "Andria" - my name mispelled again! Now we knew who it was and at his party, although he didn't tell me he had sent the Valentine, I definitely found out how he felt! Smart he may have been, but he couldn't spell my name!
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