• Her school halls were decorated with pink, red and white streamers; The lockers pasted with hearts that read corny messages about love and lust. She glanced around, slightly irritated that the cheerleaders had put so much effort into a dreadful holiday such as this one. Couples littered the hallways and she watched dejectedly as they gave their lovers sweets and flowers, her face forming into a scowl. Such a pointless holiday to make the couples feel the eminent love and the singles feel such bitter loneliness. The bell rang and she hurried off to her first class, not bothering to stop at her locker from eagerness to escape the mushy atmosphere. Ah, English. Her favorite subject; Nothing could compare. She sat at the back of the room and tossed her book bag aside, staring blankly as the other student filed in. They had a paper due and she was anxious to get her oral presentation over with. Resting her chin in her hand, she listened to the first presentation and she found herself groaning audibly. The boy in front of her turned to look at her, perplexed and she turned her head away, pretending not to notice. Not another Valentine's Day story...Hadn't they had enough fun torturing her? She sighed and rested her forehead on her desk, watching the clock on her cellphone and counting down until the end of the period. She had decided she may as well do her presentation tomorrow. When the period ended she was almost the first person out the door. Yanking her locker open, she grabbed a white bottle that lay on the top shelf and shoved her bag inside. She squeezed it gently as she walked down the hallway and laughed to herself because nobody seemed to notice her. She supposed they were too caught up in their fragile fantasies. Oh, she knew that these boys that were "proclaiming their undying love" today would be the same boys that would be begging their girlfriends for a little bed time tomorrow. Ha, teenage boys...actually caring? Not in this school. She glanced down at the line of liquid trailing the hallway and stopped. Tearing a pack of matches out of her pocket, she lit a few and tossed them onto the floor. The fire traveled across the line of fluid and she heard screams coming from the hallway behind her. She smiled as she pushed the door open and walked out, hands in her pockets. The smell of the smoke drifted to her nostrils and she couldn't help but smirk. Brainless idiots.