The bell rang for lunch and I was about to get up when a boy walked over to Leo.
“I heard that you’ve started selling the Valentines,” The boy said.
“Yup,” Leo said smiling.
“I’d like to buy three,” The boy said.
“That will be three dollars,” Leo said opening his desk and handing him three Valentines.
“Thanks,” The boy said handing him three dollars.
“What kind of Valentines do you sell?” I asked interested.
“See for yourself,” Leo said with a smirk on his face. He handed me one from his desk.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I don’t know what to say around you
“Don’t tell me that you’re selling this junk!” I shouted outraged.
“Excuse me?” Leo asked.
“If I were to receive this Valentine I would be crushed!” I shouted getting up from my chair. “This Valentine is despicable!”
“Despicable?” Leo asked getting up from his chair.
“Despicable,” I repeated. I stormed into the cafeteria.
“Look at this! Look at this!” I shouted shoving a Valentine in Natalie’s face.
“What is it?” Natalie asked harshly. She didn’t look mad but she sure sounded mad.
“This is so rude! So ridiculous! I would punch the boy who gave me THIS piece of junk!” I screamed.
Everyone at that lunch table looked at me like I was crazy. Especially Emily Stewart.
“Calm down,” Natalie said snatching the Valentine out of my hand. She read it.
“What’s wrong with that?” Natalie asked. She had scrunched up look on her face.
“I don’t know what to say around you? What kind of cheesy line is that? It might as well read ‘Roses are red. Violets are blue. I really don’t want to give a Valentine to you.’” I said sitting down.
“I don’t see what’s wrong with it,” Darcy said standing up for Natalie. I gave him a look. Boys.
“This is being marketed as a Valentine to give to someone who you really don’t want to give a Valentine too! Dozens of poor girls are going to receive this terrible Valentine!” I shouted.
Ok so I didn’t really know if this was being marketed as a Valentine to give to someone you didn’t want to give a Valentine too, but I wouldn’t be surprised if it was!
“VIRGINIA!” Aunt Jane screamed running into the lunch room waving a brown bag.
“What now?” I muttered. I was starting to wonder if she was a little bit more than slightly crazy.
“I didn’t give you a lunch before you took off,” Aunt Jane huffed. “I’m sorry.”
She gave it to me. I took one look and decided this woman could not make a PB&J sandwich.
“Thanks,” I said taking it anyway. Aunt Jane smiled.
“Somebody get their Valentine’s Day out of the way?” Aunt Jane asked picking up the disgusting Valentine.
“No,” I sneered. “I just found out that my desk partner is selling these!”
“Then sell them back,” Aunt Jane said.
“Huh?” Everyone at the table including me asked.
“You make Valentines bigger and better,” Aunt Jane said.
“That’s a wonderful idea!” I shouted. “I’ll beat him at his own game!” Aunt Jane nodded.
She may be more than slightly crazy but her crazy ideas can be good.
This was war.
It took me all night to make a bunch of Valentines. I made some for friendship. I made lots for romance. I made a big mistake letting my little sister cut out hearts. By the way she cut them you would think she didn’t know what a heart was!
“VIRGINIA! ANDREW! RACHEL!” Aunt Jane shouted the next afternoon. The three of us ran down the steps.
“What’s wrong, Aunt Jane?” Rachel asked.
“There’s been a terrible accident on the Mohawk Trail. They want Andrew to go down and help out,” Aunt Jane said trying to catch her breath.
“Who was hurt?” I asked grabbing my coat.
“Zach Davis and Darcy Edwards,” Aunt Jane said trying to put her arm through Rachel’s coat’s armhole.
“Who’s Zach Davis?” I asked handing Aunt Jane her coat.
“He’s Mr. Stewart’s nephew. Trust me they do not get along,” Aunt Jane said picking up the car keys.
“How bad is it?” Andrew asked as we hopped into the car.
“They aren’t dead but Zach is badly hurt,” Aunt Jane said going way over the speed limit.
“Aunt Jane, slow down! I haven’t even put my seatbelt on!” I screamed. Aunt Jane didn’t seem to hear me. We got to the sight of the crash in less than two minutes.
“Don’t ever do that kids!” Aunt Jane shouted hopping out of the car.
I stumbled out. I felt like puking. I saw a sight. Natalie was being loaded onto an ambulance.
“What’s wrong with Natalie?” I asked Mrs. Baldwin.
“She fell,” Mrs. Baldwin said. “Nothing to worry about. She wasn’t in the accident.”
Andrew walked down the hill and started helping.
“What happened?” I asked.
“We don’t know yet. They haven’t tried talking to them. Zach is unconscious and Darcy is delirious,” Mrs. Baldwin said. “Poor Natalie.”
Mrs. Baldwin walked away before I could ask her what that last part meant.
“I have the strangest feeling that a certain Stewart dispute had something to do with this,” Aunt Jane said under her breath.
And for a strange reason even thou I knew nothing about Stewart disputes I had a feeling it did too.
I walked into the North Adams hospital with two Get Well balloons and one box full of Valentines. I planned on selling my first Valentine today.
“You’re my first friend visitor,” Darcy said as I walked into the room. I smiled.
“I have to admit this isn’t only just a social call,” I said pulling a chair up close to his bed.
“I’ll buy a Valentine or two from you,” Darcy laughed.
“So who do you need?” I asked.
“I need a Valentine for my mother, Emily, Regina, Jaci, and Abby,” Darcy said. “And maybe one for little Megan.”
“You don’t want to give a Valentine to Natalie?” I asked a little outraged.
“I do don’t get me wrong but…………,” Darcy started. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Sure,” I shrugged. I tried not to squirm in my seat.
“Well one Christmas morning I left a present for Natalie under her little Charlie Brown tree but I didn’t put my name on it. Ever since I’ve been sending her anonymous gifts,” Darcy said not quite looking at my face. “Natalie calls me her Secret Santa but she doesn’t know its me.”
“How romantic!” I cried. “I have the perfect Valentine!”
I went rummaging through my box and found the Valentine I was thinking about.
“I don’t know,” Darcy said reading it. “What if she doesn’t feel the same way? I mean……”
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of that,” I smiled.
Darcy looked at me strangely.
“Tell you what. I have to stop by and see Zach. I’ll go visit him and come back. It will give you time to think about it,” I said. “But don’t worry. I know Natalie likes you that way. I just do. I’m not just a farm girl you know? I also do the occasionally matchmaking!”
Darcy laughed as I walked out the room with my box and Zach’s balloon.
“Can I see Zach Davis?” I asked a nurse.
“Do you know him?” The nurse asked.
“I’ve got a balloon for him. I also live in Florida,” I said. “My name is Virginia Powers. I live with my Aunt Jane Powers.”
“I’ll ask him,” The nurse said walking towards his room.
“And tell him I’ve got Valentines!” I shouted.
The nurse came back a minute later.
“He says he doesn’t know you but he knows your Aunt so he said you can come in,” The nurse said. I smiled and walked down the hall.
“Hello!” I said walking into the room.
“Hi,” Zach said weakly.
“I’m afraid we haven’t met,” I said putting the box of Valentine’s down. “I’m Virginia Powers.”
“Zach Davis,” He smiled. “I only let you in because she said you had Valentines.”
I smiled and laughed.
“Yup,” I said shaking the box. “What do you need?”
“I’m afraid someone is trying to kill me,” Zach said.
“And you want to send them a Valentine?” I asked.
“No!” Zach shouted. “I want a Valentine for Abby.”
“Abby Matthews?” I asked. “The one that lives in Boston?”
“That’s the one,” Zach said. “If there’s one thing I want to do before I die is marry that girl.”
“She didn’t mention a boyfriend,” I said digging through my box.
“That’s because I’m an old boyfriend,” Zach sighed. “I left her but I sure didn’t forget her.”
“If you broke up with her why in the world would she want to marry you?” I asked.
“I knew her back in college and well she left me that time and well I guess we’re even now,” Zach said. He had a smile on his face.
“I think I’m going to have to make a special Valentine for this one,” I said putting a lid on the box.
The nurse that had helped me walked into the room with a syringe in her hand.
“Flu shot,” The nurse said. “Doctor’s orders.”
Zach quickly jumped out of his hospital bed. His legs were really shaky. He started to run but the Nurse stuck the syringe in his arm. She ran after him wanting to complete the job.
I had a feeling Zach wasn’t kidding when he said he thought someone wanted to kill him.