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Valentines Day was ehh-ehh.
So I just finished my Chocolate Covered Strawberry frenzie and I managed to make 23 dozens, perfectly coated to perfection... perfectly. Drizzled with white chocolate... In perfect ribbons and decorative paper. Added sweeteners and pretty ribbons on the stems. I went to school, carrying the most perfect batch in hand along with a single rose complimented with white chrysanthemums. Turned them into the front office so no one would steal it then went to Student Council, so we could pick up the other 22 dozens in my car. Each sold for 15$, which turned up nice knowing I could make so much. All the money went to funds though, but its a nice thought. And then we went around giving kids their Valentine Grams they had ordered weeks before. The most trouble being in the Freshmen department... Alot of the Student Council was Seniors and Jrs, and we usually stay clear from them so it took us a good 2 hours for them alone, along with chit chats with all the teachers and security guards. While walking down the hall, alone, carrying the last Valentine Grams, I thought "Maybe I should write about today." The thought echoed in the quiet hallway as for the rest of the Student Council were still working on the Freshmen wing. It made me light headed, I don't know why. I think its because I'm barely starting to eat again. The bell on my cellphone jingled added some noise along with the squeaks my vans made, weirdo shoes, didn't know they could squeak. Holding a bag of the grams and my Valentine Gifts, some chocolate boxes, marshmallows that I would pop into my mouth every few steps, some flowers, three teddy bears, 12 cards and about 23 fancy lollipops with those really long stems... But no Ferrero Rocher, the only chocolate I would really love. Popped another marshmallow into my mouth and heard some clicks, the sudden surge made jolt a bit as I turned around, seeing a few of the tiny Sophomore Student Council running towards me like the end of the world. I took some steps back, feeling more light headed than usual, just thinking these people are going to murder me but they stopped, inches from my face as I looked down on them. There were 3 of them, one of them named Cathy, straight, light hair, slightly tanned but still reasonably white and big green eyes that were right in my face, I never noticed her until now. The others looked like every other preppy Mexican here, super tanned, brown eyes, curly hair that takes hours to straighten as they tried to look scene but still make fun of people who look emo. I didn't bother with their names. But, anywho, Cathy was so up in my face (grill, hehe), I had to step back a bit because she was moving up on her tip toes, staring at me, eyes wide, I assume, just to be weird. I smiled awkwardly, and lifted my hand and motioned it for a quick hi. Then rubbed my head, it was really starting to hurt but I tried not to make it noticeable. "Hi." She said, big smile and all. "Hm." I turned around and started toward the Jr wing. Cathy and her friends close behind, giggling their butts off as if I just made a move on one of them or something. At this point, my head was killing me. I guess this is were it got exciting but I just fell on my knees for a bit and just stayed there for a bit. Rubbing my forehead, trying to ease my pain, Cathy literally flipped infront of me and asked "Whats wrong?" and rubbed my back and it sent chills. Eehhehhhhh. I hate that chill. I swayed back up, using her tiny shoulder as support. She was so shooorrrttt. My sister's height, 5'2~5'4 while I'm like 6'2. Acting as though it didn't happen, I noticed some Jrs looking at their classroom windows, watching me. I flipped them off and continued walking as they made these weird Mexican gestures by the sound proof glass. I dropped off the Valentine Grams and went back to our office, to see if anything else was needed. Drop off the Chocolate Covered Strawberries to the people who bought, mainly Teachers who were mature enough to do something with them. Most of them seemed so excited about it. "They look better than the Wal-mart Brands." My only response, "They're better than Wal-Mart." and then I'd walk out, feeling accomplished. After that, I returned the money to the Treasurer and dropped my messenger bag off in my ELA teachers and went back to class, Trigonometry/Calculus/Geo II.. Erm, math. Yada-Yada... Last period, art, I saw Cathy again, by the window, which frankly, scared the crap out of me. I motioned for her to leave, before she got in trouble since Sophomores aren't allowed in the Fine Arts room after an incident with the Band and paint and... You don't want to know, maybe I'll write it somewhere else. But she just walked in, carrying my gifts I brought to school early that morning. She told the teacher she was going to drop them off but the entire class took it the wrong way. :/ Like she gave it to me, I made it for someone else. "OOOoooooooooooooooooooooohhhhh." The entire class made that stupid Fire Truck noise. I stood up, left the class, taking my gifts that I made with me. Decided to leave school early today. Cathy just followed behind, like a lost puppy. I turned around. "What do you want with me?" It sounded more like I was demanding an answer instead of asking one. If you were there, you would see it in her eyes that she was kinda scared... My voice is kind of scary when raised. She reached into her bag and pulled out a nicely wrapped pyramid with a huge bow on the side... My favorite kind of bow, in my favorite shade of blue in my favorite kind of wrapping, the shiny kind. I looked at it awkwardly. I wondered what it was for. Certainly not for me, I don't know her, I thought she wanted me to drop it off to someone or something, as long as it wasn't for me, I even prayed it wasn't for me. She took a step, handing it to me. I flinched, took a step back. "Why?" She shrugged. "I'm Cathy McGee." "That doesn't sound Mexican." "I'm not." That just raised my head and looked at her for a few seconds. As racist as it sounds, I was so excited she wasn't Mexican. She put the gift in my hand and watched me for a bit. "What?" "Open it." "But its so pretty-ful." "Opppeeennnn." I looked around in to see if there was a way to open it without actually harming it. Cathy scoffed, put my hand on the ribbon and ripped it off. "Nuuuu, that was my favorite parrrtttt." And I looked down at it and saw the love of my life. Ferrero Rocher, the fancy pyramid, the fancy pyramid I saw in stores all around but never could afford because it was alway more than 30$ and I only carried 20$ at any time incase I get mugged or something. I looked up at her, as if I had just seen God or something. She smiled. I don't have any feelings for her, but I do appreciate the candy ALOT. I sighed, gave her my rose. The beautiful rose I went to 6 different stores to find the perfect one. Deep red with a black lining, dethorned perfect. Her smile widened as she accepted it and sniffed it as if it was some crappy dramatic soap opera, which later on, I found out she was in Drama. I waved, turned around, trying to open the pyramid without looking like an idiot as I got out, trying to keep hold of the strawberries too. Got in my car, which wasn't really mine, and drove to Raiders High. Dropped off the strawberries to my best buddy who could do just about everything. Trust me, Isaiah can do anything. A smile, a hug, some more candy, some plans to see the Justin Bieber movie to laugh at it and shout out all the Metal Bands we know, a wave and a goodbye. I drove home, nibbling on my Ferreros on the way and took a nap on the couch, throwing my candy on the table for my sister to eat later. Popped an entire Ferrero in my mouth, swallowed, and passed out. I guess today wasn't so bad after all.
Kurotice · Thu Feb 17, 2011 @ 04:04am · 0 Comments |
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