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Valentine's Day

It was the season of love, I dreaded this day because it has been nothing but trouble for me. Endless letters by teenage boys and jealous girls who is waiting patiently to give me my "valentines gift".

Flashback
"Hey Willow! I got you chocolates and a letter Happy Valentine's Day!" A boy who was on my middle school basketball team came up to me and handed a neatly wrapped heart shaped box with chocolates in it and a white envelope with my name neatly written in cursive and have a nice mild scent left on it. "Oh.....thanks." I said not sounding enthusiastic about it. "Yea....I know it's not anything different then what you already received today." He rubbed the back of his neck sounding a bit nervous. "It's fine....I just need to find room in my bag that's all...." I said pulling my back to the side.

I have already received over 20 letters and like 10 boxes or more of chocolate. To be honest with you I'm not a sweets person and having this much of candy makes my mouth hurt just thinking about it. I put the box and letter neatly in my bag so it wouldn't be destroyed. "Anyways, I better get going to practice again Happy Valentine's Day Willow!" He gave me a smile and ran off to the gymnasium for practice. I just waved at him letting out a sigh.

"What's the point of this holiday anyway.....?" I asked myself feeling how heavy my bag is with all the gifts I had received. "I should've brought another bag" I told myself. "Oh Willow!" I heard someone called out to me a very feminine voice if anything. Me being gullible as always turned my head to the direction of that voice. Instead of being greeted face to face I was greeted face to fist.

The girl punched me across the face causing me to fall down on to the ground scraping my hands and knees in the process. "Happy Valentine's Day Willow! You know what that means!" The girl said excitement laced in her voice. I don't know why girls get excited to hurt me on this holiday. "Let's see, for each box of chocolate you get a kick in the stomach and for each letter you get a punch in the face and a combination of both chocolates and letters you get both a punch and a kick!" The girl sadistically said. I can tell she was grinning ear to ear. "Okay girls let's see how much damage we're doing to this slut...." The girl commanded and one of them grabbed my bag dumping all the contents out.

I'm gonna be here for a long time.....I thought to myself. I don't like this holiday.....it's been nothing but a reminder of how much trouble I would get into just receiving a single gift.

End of Flashback

I walked through the gates of my school and see everyone all dressed up for the holiday of love. I groaned and cringe at everything seeing the hearts and affection. I turned up my music louder on my phone as I continue walking to the meet up spot where me and my friends hanged out. I continued walking barely paying attention of my surroundings and just engulfing myself to my music that I haven't realized I was already there.

"Willow!" A feminine voice called out. Still dazed and half asleep I looked around who's calling me until I saw Harper standing in front of me. In her hands she has a box of chocolates and I just assumed someone gave it to her. "Here!" She handed me the box with a smile. Confused I took it and looked at it. "Uhhhh thanks?" I questioned. "It's for you stupid!" Harper laughed a bit of my confused stupidity. "Ohhhhhh......now I feel bad that I didn't get you anything for Valentines." I said to her feeling guilty. "It's fine! I wasn't expecting anything from you anyways!" She said smiling. I still feel bad for not getting her anything but I rather not argue it's too early for it and knowing Harper she'll win.

I took my bag and moved it to the side so I can put the chocolates in. The same old routine on Valentine's Day. "You really don't seem too happy with the chocolates." Harper commented out loud. "Huh? Oh sorry....it's just Valentine's Day isn't my holiday so don't worry I like the chocolates so yea." I replied back to her. "Is it because your single?" She asked. "No, it's just I never had a good Valentine's Day." I answered back. "How so?" Harper continued asking. "It's a long story but I'll break it down to save time," I said, "guys from my middle school in my hometown would give me unbelievable amounts of chocolates and letters but at the end of the day girls in that school make sure I pay the price by beating the crap out of me." I finished. "Oh....sorry to hear that."  Harper apologized.

"No it's fine no need to apologize I'm just glad to know that this year it's gonna be more mellow." I said. "Yea...." Harper said, "then you must be sick and tired receiving the same items every year." She added. "Yea, but there's nothing I can do about it." I said. "True, but if you did what would you rather receive?" Harper asked me.

"That's a good question, but I know the answer to that already." I replied. "What is it?" Harper asked curiosity filled her voice. "A rose." I simply muttered out. "A rose?" Harper questioned. "Yea, cliche isn't it." I commented. "No not really but why a rose if I may ask." Harper said. "Because roses are my favorite flowers," I started saying, "many people think it's because of my middle name but in reality I like the symbolism I see in it." I finished. "And what could that symbolism could be?" Harper asked again. "Roses represented the people who have been through tough times like you, me, and our friends......the petals of the roses represents the beauty and possibly the happiness in a person you see on the outside personality, physical looks, or actions the thorns represents the scars in a way of how life mistreated us in a worst possible way in which that would be the inside.....and when the roses wilts it represents a person who's trust been betrayed or no one cared for them enough to have love in their hearts like someone didn't give these roses enough water or sunlight to help it bloom and be healthy and beautiful." I finished saying. "Wow.....that sounded fucking poetic and beautiful." Harper said amazed. "Thanks....I tend to have a thing of poetry but I really didn't write any." I said. "Why! You should!" Harper said encouraging me. "I'll think about it.....but let's start finish this day shall we?" I asked her. "We shall!" Harper said happily.

Another day that is well spent with my friends......I'm glad.....