Will You Be My Valentine? Part 2

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 My Valentine 

Heyyyy, so from last week I guess you guys liked the fictional love story so I am going to finish it...yaya!  Last time, Valentines Day was three weeks away and now it's only like five days away whoo hooo.  I think we should celebrate it rather than ignoring it.  I am sick of hearing people "Oh no, I don't want to go to school on Valentines Day, it will be terrible."  You may be lonely or whatever but it will pass so don't worry:)  Here is a wonderful site if you are lonely (Happynews) Before I babble onto other topics, let's finish this story....

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       You open the text to see I guess you are curious now ?  This makes you smile for there is sense of this text message is from the same guy that gave your memorable incidents.  The dreading lunch bell rings marking the end of freedom.  You drag yourself over into Chemistry class and flop onto the chair.  As you start working, a flowing white thing makes your head lift to see what the white object is.  There on your desk is a paper airplane.  You open it up to see an arrow pointing behind you, as you turn around a warm and jokingly voice says, "Did you expect me?"  

       You are able to slip in a shy smile and look down; hopefully the mysterious guy doesn't see your rosy cheeks.  As you try to contain yourself, the mysterious guy sits down next to you.  You heart trembles as you realize and how close the seat is.  "It's Austin" he whispers as the teacher starts to talk.  You stare at him for the glow he emits;he has... the beach blonde hair and sweet almond eyes.  He seems to have a hint of athleticism and the rest is of mischievousness.  You mind wakes you up from your drooling and demands for an answer.  The time is wasting so you slowly whisper back, "Austin is a good name."  He smirks at you and ends the conversation to only listen to the teacher.  This guy is...is...the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.  You laugh at your thoughts until the sound of the teacher interrupts the your thought with a homework reminder.  As you listen, Austin stands up and leaves the room without any notice. 

       The teacher gives a little nod then returns to talking.  Strangely, you hear some jealousy from the class.  Who is that? I never noticed him in this class until now!  Omg, he is like totally hot!  The more they whisper, your confidence shrinks.  The rest of your day was low-key and the last bell of the day rang as usual.  "Sorry for leaving, I needed to go run an important errand," says Austin.  Time slows as you look into his melting chocolate eyes and he doing the same.  The butterflies rise again, floating now in suspense.  "No, it's fine but why are you interested in me?" you ask.  He leads you to your locker and leans against the neighbor lockers as he answers.  Smoothly you hear him say, "You are unique, something like a rose that took my breath away and I want to get to know you better."   The shy smile is replaced by a smirk as you know this guy will change the rest of the year.  "Oh and don't listen to the whispers from class, they're just filled with jealousy" advised Austin.  You two walk together and the sparks fly, the feeling of love begins. 

Will You Be My Valentine? Part 1

Love

Intro

For my post this week it will be different because it won't have anything to do with fashion or makeup. If you were looking forward to a valentines day makeup look check out Naomi's tutorial:)  It's like a slight change to shake up this blog, once in a while.  As you have seen my Beauty in a Teen's View tab, this blog post will be similar to it. 

My Valentine 

       Soo, this year I have become a freshman; I don't feel any different from when I was in second grade.  Unfortunately, I guess you can say time goes quickly.  From 6th until now the pressure of boys have gotten so much heavier.  Like, I really didn't care then and I don't care now but boys are what people only talk about these days.  

       It is like you HAVE to have a boyfriend or something.  If you don't then you are this weird loser who is a nerd and a loner.  Okay (Hold up), first of all I am not a nerdy loser, people!  I just don't want I boyfriend and I think I am too young.  (Can you guys relate?)  I think maturity shows if you are ready to date or not.  Like me...I am not mature enough to even talk to guys.  (Hehe jk but for real) This valentine I do dream of having a valentine with having a mysterious boy... giving me a note saying, "Will you be my valentine?" The story would go something like this...

Heart to Heart

       It was four days before Valentines Day and you don't expect anything.  As usual all the boys are drooling over the ones with THE looks.  The last period bell rings and you slowly walk out to your locker, thinking of the much homework you have to finish. 32 (two turns) ...31 (one turn) ...12 The click of your lock opens the door; a white paper falls softly down to your feet.  You guess it is a little note from your mom reminding of important dates or something like that.  

       Your hand reaches for the note and flips it...As though time has stopped when you smile, it lights my day up - your admirer.  Your ponytail swings back and forth to see anyone playing a trick but almost all of the kids have gone home and few were left keeping business to themselves.  At first, you feel a warm bubble of happiness spread through your stomach but the feeling is taken away by reality.  You know this kind of romance would never happen to you. Before throwing it away, you glance at it one more time before tossing it in the trash.  You walk home to think of the note and what the mesmerizing words made you feel.

       The next morning you forgot happened yesterday and the day flies by to lunch.  You take out your homelunch and sit down with your friends to start socializing   As usual, everyone is talking about what they are going to do over break or other non sense.  While you half listen, you day dream of what the future is going to be, as a hand clasps you shoulder.

       The hand feels warm and inviting so you turn to see someone but the warm hand disappears with only brown hair to show walking away into the crowded lunch room.  Some of your friends look at you with a mischievous smile while others just ignore what just happened.  The strange incident reminds you of the note when a buzzing rings in your ear.  You take your phone out to see a number from your area code.  You open the text to see...to be continued


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