Valentine's Day

Chapter Twenty-Six

  Welcome to the worst day of my life.

  Valentine's Day.

  Great.

  The day of intense drama, passion, and fake, short-lived passion that seemed so important, yet so utterly misleading and stupidly overrated. Doesn't it sound so sweet? It definitely adds the sugar and spice on the day, doesn't it?

  Fantastic.

  Okay, fine, I was being overly pessimistic here but GOSH, it was annoying.

  Why so?

  I shall explain, so please listen very carefully.

  Firstly, it is the day of ultimate heartbreak for thousands of people along the world. It'll result in 0.01 percent of happily ever afters, and 99.9 percent of distraught, messy relationships, stupid confessions, dumb moves, and enormous amounts of resolutions that they're never going to fall in love again-until the next Valentine's Day.

  But then again, that has been the number one reason for many years now. So, that isn't why I hate this day with so much more venom this year. Let's move on, shall we?

  Secondly, it is the day of the dance. Aha! Yes! The oh so perfect dance created by mindless teachers destined to trap unsuspecting students and wind them up into sticky situations and terrible outcomes. Why do I say so? Well, let's see: You put a dance together in the school, a school full of dark corners and hiding places. Oh, and you add in a dance that starts from the evening all the way to midnight under the silver moon. Perfect. And...not to forget music and all and WOW, you get a recipe of living hell. Initially, I had planned on not going because minus the lovey dovey part and all, I was a terrible dancer so going to the dance was the same as putting myself through mortal danger, or just the same as placing my legs on a chopping board.

  Fantastic, but that's not the ultimate reason yet! Oh goody! Please be patient!

  Thirdly, I am currently engaged in a little game with the so called 'biggest player' in the school, of whom seems incapable of treating girls properly. I have to go to the dance as part of the game, and pretend that I'm in love with him, yet try to intercept every single move he tries on me, and try to get him into a mess. I, am sadly going with a boy I have just met in the last few days who seemed to house a deep dark secret that he was keeping from me, and it makes our little collaboration a whole more confortable. 

  Sweet, isn't it? Oh, I'm not done.

  Fourthly, my best friend had just gone through a heartbreak, of which I'm witholding information that could comfort him until he gets out of it. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to be getting out of it, and I am stuck holding this piece of crap in my chest for a long while, at the same time seeing him heartbroken. This wretched day was only going to intensify whatever he was feeling, and I wouldn't be able to do anything to help.

  That kind of sums up my life. Alright, I may be whining a little, and maybe I overused the sarcasm, but COME ON, you can't expect me to wake up on the day I hated the most, and be all happy and giggly about it.

  Hang on, I forgot one last piece. I bet even you don't know about it.

  It was my birthday today.

  WHOO HOO! ISN'T THAT PERFECT?

  I never thought that I could actually hate the day I was born. Shouldn't birthdays be days when we become really happy that we become older, and that we celebrate it with all our friends and all?

  I know! But then again, it was the day my Father left my Mother, and it was the day he had first met her, and ultimately dumped her. It was the day my Mother took me into her arms and looked at the child she had with the man she loved so much, and realized that he was already gone, leaving behind only a letter.