Personally this is one of my favourites, but I'll let you decide.

Some of it's based on myself, but not all of it

Enjoy!

Valentine's day

February 13th

I am Valentine Foxsmith and I am possibly the loneliest person on Earth.
Both my parents died a few years ago in a car crash. I escaped with only a few scratches and bruises. The doctors called it a miracle. Some miracle.
I don't have any friends. Despite my past (and present), I do really well in school. I usually get A's or A's in class and my teachers expect great things of me in my GCSE's. This is just another excuse for the other boys in my class to beat me up. My teachers don't seem to notice, or if they do, they just ignore it.
What the girls do is worse though. At least when the boys beat me up, I knew they acknowledged my existence. The girls regard me as empty space that occasionally voices a sound.
So that's how I live my life. Alone.

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February 14th -Valentine's Day
I used to like Valentine's Day. Back before my parents died. We would treat it as a second birthday for me, because of my namesake.
Everything changed when my parents died. Valentine's day became a nightmare. Not only did it remind me of my parents but I saw everyone else getting Valentines from their friends, boyfriends, girlfriends, admirers and stalkers. A card never came for the boy named Valentine.
Every Valentine's day, I'd go straight from school to the graveyard to visit my parents. It didn't matter whether it was raining, shining, or if the boys had given me a split lip and I needed stitches, I would still go and visit them.
This year's Valentine's day, I had got 100 in an English test so naturally the boys had to take their resentment out on me. They cut above my right eyebrow, bruised my arms and chest and had given me a limp. A relatively good day.
I hobbled to the graveyard, stopping halfway to buy a bouquet at the flower shop. When I got to my parent's headstone, I broke down and cried.
"Mother, Father, why did you leave me!" I sobbed, "Why did you leave me all alone! Could I just have one friend?"
Tears fell and mingled with blood and soil.
"Please," I said in a hoarse whisper.
"Excuse me?" came a voice, clear over the graves.
There was a girl standing behind me. She was looking at me with curiosity. She was a girl from school. She was one of the friendlier girls. She might have said "Hi" to me once.
"You're Valentine, right?" she asked, cocking her head.
I nodded dumbly.
"The other girls told me that you're some sort of weirdo," she said, "but I thought all you needed was a friend, so here I am."
She pulled a handkerchief from her sleeve and dried my eyes and cut. Then she kissed me lightly on the forehead and smiled.
"I'll be your friend"
I smiled back, a warm, friendly smile. I had made a friend.