Fifth Grade Year:
“I hate Valentine’s Day....” A tan girl with long, brown hair claims.
“You always say that Darrin!” A pale, blond girl laughs at her friend.
“I do! It’s stupid. Everyone parades around with there girlfriends or boyfriends and it makes us single stand out! Stupid.” She sits with her friend in the park watching the ducks in the pond.
“So what, why not do what the other singles do?”
“Which is?”
“Be each others valentines!” She giggles.
“That’s stupid...”
“Fine then I am calling you Valentine from now on.”
“What!? No!” She glares at her friend. And they laugh for a long time.
Sixth Grade Year:
“Happy Valentine’s Day Stacey!” A tan girl hangs from the jungle gym and scares her friend and knocks her glasses off.
“Hey! Darn it Darrin.” Stacey yells at her.
“Gosh! Sorry Stace.” Darrin grabs her friends glasses, “Here ya go.”
“Thank you.” She smiles and the girl sees her friend clearly, “You cut your hair!”
“Oh, yea took off six inches, donated it to my mom to make a wig. She’s going through chemotherapy.” She ruffles her now short hair and smiles widely, “Here I made this for you.” She hands Stacey a card and a bracelet.
“Oh, Valentine, it’s sweet!” She laughs, “Here this is for you too, buddy.” She hands her a card and a necklace.
“Thanks. Huh? February 13th 2006?” She looks at her friend confused.
“It’s the day we declared to be each others valentines and I swore to call you Valentine forever.” She laughs, “Oh how’s your mom?”
“They say she should be better. Any day now.”
Seventh Grade Year:
“Hey Darrin.” Stacey looks at her friend, sadly.
“It’s raining this year...” She’s not facing Stacey.
“Darrin, I’m sorry.” She walks over to her friend, who starts to tear.
“They said she’d be better. She promised we would go to see The Phantom of the Opera inNew York Cityfor my birthday; she saved it for three years. We were supposed to leave on Tuesday!” She cries hard and her friend hugs her tightly.
“I’m so sorry, Darrin I’m here for you. I will always be here for you.”
“Please don’t ever leave me. I don’t have my dad; you’re all I have now.” She sobs.
“I promise.”
Eighth Grade Year:
“Darrin what’s wrong?” She looks at her friend.
“Do you still wear that bracelet I made you in the sixth grade?”
“All the time, do you wear the necklace?” Darrin touches the necklace.
“I never take it off.”
“Why do you ask?”
“You promise we’ll be friends forever right?”
“Of course.” The blond adjusts her glasses.
“Stacey,” Darrin looks at her friend, “I’m gay.”
“So?” She shrugs.
“So?” Her friend looks confused.
“You’re my best friend; I’d take you as the cookie monster.” They laugh.
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The girls drifted apart and Darrin was forced to move to a foster home inBoston. Stacey became a cheerleader, and was popular. Darrin learned guitar and sang like no other. She sang in the shower, on the street, even the birds stopped to hear her sing. Even after her mothers death, going from house to house, getting into drugs, and even doing jail time; she still sang. During her senior year, she was able to move back to Long Beach,New York. And there she was a new kid in her hometown.
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I'm in Love with Her! (Broken, But Still Good Book 1)
Teen FictionStacey is head cheerleader, student council and student body president at Long Beach High School, New York. Darrin is an ex-drug addict, a lesbian, and suffering moving from foster family to foster family ever since her mother died of cancer when sh...
