The Valentine  

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2/13/2006 11:12 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

The Valentine


there was once a girl who really loved a boy.
she knew that everyday he took the same path to school.
so, to get his attention, she stood near the path he took.
she waited.
but when he passed her, he was so engrossed in a book he was reading, that he failed to notice her.
he walked right by.
the girl was astonished, and shook her head.
"next time" she said to herself.
the next day, she wore a brightly coloured dress and once again set herself near the boy's path.
she waited.
again the boy passed her.
he did not look up from his book.
he continued on by.
she could not believe it.
"next time," she said to herself.
the next day, she wore a red dress, quite revealing.
again she waited by the path.
the boy turned a page as he passed by her.
she raised her arms in the air.
she yelled after him.
"are you mad?"
he just kept on walking.
"next time," she smiled to herself.
the next day she prepared a pile of pebbles near the boy's path.
when the boy approached, she started tossing pebbles at him, one-by-one.
but the boy, deeply engrossed in his studies, ignored the pebbles bouncing off of him.
the girl reclaimed.
"you are a blind fool," as she shook her fist at him.
"next time," she yelled to the sky.
the next day she prepared a pile of stones.
when the boy approached, she began throwing the stones at him.
he flinched at the stones, but he continued on his way still reading.
the girl became infuriated.
"what is the matter with you?"
she kicked the pile of stones and watched the boy head towards the school at the top of the hill.
"next time," she breathed heavily at him.
"next time."
the next day she stood next to a pile of rocks.
when the boy approached, she threw one of the rocks at the boy.
the rock hit the boy in the head.
the boy stopped and touched the wound at the top of his head.
it bled.
the girl smiled.
the boy looked at the girl.
he touched the bloodied bruise she left.
he paused to considered her.
she smiled at him.
he lowered his head and began reading.
he walked away.
"wait!"
the girl called after him, but his brisk pace carried him off.
the girl shook her head.
"next time," she told herself.
the next day she gathered together a pile of bricks and waited next to the boy's path.
when the time came for the boy to appear, there was no sign of him.
the girl continued to wait.
but no boy.
the girl began to cry.
she longed for the boy's return.
she covered her face and sobbed, and sobbed.
then she felt a pair of warm hands take hers.
she looked up.
it was the bruised boy.
he took her head in hand and kissed her.
then he held her tight....


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