A Twilight Knockoff
Copyright© 2011 by Silverwolf691
Chapter 13
The next week was busy and every grade/class had a task to complete for the dance, whether it was hanging posters or decorations; it made me really glad that I wasn't going. Everywhere I looked there were scenes depicting love; it made me want to hurl, it was so sickly-sweet.
To me and my friends, Valentine's Day was a day of candy and anonymous valentines dropped in lockers.
Every time I went to my locker, there were either valentine notes taped to it or dropped inside and all were signed, which defied the whole point, at least to my way of thinking. Some of them were from the girls I knew and I didn't mind, slipping the awful cutesy ones Claire bought for me into their lockers, too. But an alarming amount were invitations to the dance by guys who's names weren't familiar, which meant either upper classmen or lower classmen. Apparently not everyone had worked the shiny new toy syndrome out of their systems.
We made large valentines in Art and wrote poetry in Creative Writing, read famous love poems in English III and joined together in Home Ec to make chocolates. Everywhere there was pink and red, hearts and lace and cupids. Then there was me, the one girl in school who refused to look festive, wearing dark colors and no make-up, not even really getting into the spirit. Score one for the odd ball.
The skies were overcast, but free of rain or snow and there was talk of sunshine this weekend and slightly warmer temperatures, perfect for a dance and, in my case, a road trip.
Connor and I kept our discussions to common place things, silently agreeing not to bring up his questionable humanity. We also discussed where we were going.
"How did you know I wasn't going to some play with my aunt?" It was the excuse I'd fed people when they kept pushing.
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