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Everybody's Got Somebody...But Me

Pink glittery hearts strung on strings. Over sized stuff animals. Chocolate. Flowers. Crush Soda. That pretty well sums up today. And it is literally EVERYWHERE at school today. One word... YUCK!

"Hey Kristen!" A girl from my German class said as I passed by her, I waved politely and kept on walking.

"Kristen, what's up girl?" The boy that sits next to me in English says after me.

"Not much. Well... Bye." I smiled at him, then kept walking. I don't feel much for talking today.

"Kristen, you were awesome in drama class." A girl in my grade says, her arm looped through that of her latest boyfriend, her other arm is holding huge stuffed white tiger.

I responded with a fake smile that I knew, from plenty of practice, would easily pass as a real smile. Everyone knew my name, and I was always polite to them. Even when I just wanted to crawl away and hide. As I continue towards the doors, I here a familiar Hunter Hayes song playing from somebody's phone. I speed up, not wanting to think about how, "Everybody has somebody, but me."

Finally I made it out the school doors without anymore interruptions. I keep walking until about fifteen minutes later, and then I'm finally home. I use my keys and unlock the front door, both of my parents are still at work today. I latch the door back and go to my room. My little safe haven. Or sometimes unsafe...

The silence falls around me in my bedroom. The day comes down on me and I throw myself on my bed starting to cry. Today was Valentine's Day. I HATE Valentine's day! It's so stupid. Just a day to make us ugly people feel bad cause we are all alone.

I'll never have a boyfriend. I know that. I'm just not good enough. I notice the sheet I keep over my vanity mirror has slipped off. Now to add to my usual hideousness, I have mascara streaming down my face.

I really don't like mirrors. I avoid them at all costs. Turning I left my room and headed toward the kitchen, my backpack slung over one shoulder. I decided to bake some brookies (brownies with cookie dough dropped on top randomly). Baking is one of those few things that I really enjoy and just forget about my problems. I guess you could call it my stress relief.

As I'm waiting for them to finish baking, I slide down the counter to the floor. "Shouldn't there be more to life then this?" I whisper into the air. Tears are wetting my face again, when the doorbell rings. I wipe my face on my shirt sleeve, and go peer out the door. No one is there. But there is a box.

Opening the door slightly, I look back and forth. No one is in sight, either up or down the street. I shrug, and take a closer look at the box. I gasp as I realize it has my name on it. Kristen Bell. It even has my address and everything.

At first I question opening it. I mean, I'm not expecting anything. Finally, curiousity gets the better of me and I grab a pair of scissors, cutting the tape that's holding the lid tightly shut. Inside the box is a number of things. Slips of paper with writing on them. A bouquet of those beautiful rainbow roses I've seen on the internet before. A homemade mix cd. A full page and a half letter. There's even a number of valentines in here. And all of them have my name on them. Maybe... maybe there is somebody for me...