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Prince Valentine
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Silver hated Valentines day. The day where people got puppy eyes and were smoochy, smoochy. Where everyone seemed to get a red rose off their mysterious 'lover' except her. The day couldn't of got better when Cupid shown up demanding to let him hit her.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Fantasy - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,722 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 5 - Updated: 02-14-10 - Published: 02-13-10 - id: 2775042
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Chapter One

What is love?


"True love won't lie, but you won't know unless you give it a try. Cupid doesn't lie, but you won't know unless you give it a try."


Today's topic: love. Miss Snidely decided that today's lesson would be on the meaning and understanding word of love. All of the girls in the class gushed at the idea, while the lads just sat back in their chairs ignoring the scenery going on around them. I must admit I was with the boys on this one. I don't know why we have to learn such a topic in school, if anything, we should be learning about the wars going on in different countries- that would be a much better, interesting subject. Not listening to the vibe around me, I decided to write out my soccer position that I would be playing in tonight's game. If there was one thing I loved to do then it was playing soccer. I wasn't a tomboy I just seemed to get the energy out of kicking a ball, I felt like I was on top of the world, where I could be happy. Noticing the room go silent and everyone's heads facing my way, I knew that Miss Snidely was trying to get my attention.

"Miss Banes, are you listening to a word I'm saying,'' Miss Snidely huffed, pushing her pointy glasses back her nose.

"Sorry, I was totally out of it. Could you repeat the question?'' I asked, flicking my long blond hair back, trying to make myself look more like Priscilla high bitches.

"Day dreaming again I see Miss Banes. Keep this up and you'll be kicked off that precious soccer team of yours,'' she remarked, writing something else about love on the bored. "Could someone please care to answer the following question I asked.'' And with the raise of one tanned arm, Madison Gates quickly raises her hand. Now if you didn't understand what I meant by Priscilla high bitches, you would if you had met Madison Gates. She was vice president, top grade student, and the captain of the volleyball team. Not cheerleading though, apparently that sort of stuff wasn't her thing, but she still made it to the top three popular girls in the school. She was what you would call a proper Priscilla high student; you were officially called one of those if you were mean, pretty, or rich. She had long brown, chestnut hair that her eyes matched with, being the exact same color. The boys would call her flawless, I would say she's just a stuck up tart, who sleeps with anything and any anyone.

"Yes Miss Gates.''

"To repeat the question, my answer would be:

Love is patient, love is kind. It has no envy, nor it boasts itself and it is never proud. It rejoices over the evil and is the truth seeker. Love protects; preserves and hopes for the positive aspect of life. Always stand steadfast in love, not fall into it. It is like the dream of your matter of affection coming true. Love can occur between two or more individuals. It bonds them and connects them in a unified link of trust, intimacy, and interdependence. It enhances the relationship and comforts the soul,'' she proudly said, her perky voice making the whole class clap for her.

"That was marvelous Miss Gates, you couldn't have simply told it in a better way. You'll be getting good grades with your explanation, but I cannot say the same for some people,'' Miss Snidely mentioned, shooting a glare my way.

"Yes it's not their fault their so behind, and pretty dumb, they must really have a bad home life or something,'' Madison cheerfully said. Her comments trying to infect me- which they did not.

Once the bell had gone and the classes were over, I was finally free to do what I love to do best- soccer. It's the best time of the day, since the school has only been going on about the Valentines disco that we were to have in under a week's time. Something I wasn't looking forward to at all. Noticing my best friend Quinn standing on the pitch with her soccer kit on to I decided to run over to her.

"So, how was lessons day?'' She asked. Like me, Quinn was big on soccer to, except she seemed to have time for boys as well, unlike mwah or was football twenty-four seven.

"Horrendous. I was totally spacing out again. Then Madison answered my question and the whole class clapped for her.''

"The whole class clapped for her? I don't see why, she's nothing special but a whiny bitch.''

"Tell me about it, and then she went on saying how I must have a bad home life or something.'' Quinn also hated Madison. I think half of the soccer team did, since Quinn was an anti fan of them. It was like soccer vs. volleyball when it came down to the sports teams.

"The cheek of it. How dare her. Don't let it get to you, she has a way with her words that girl does,'' Quinn said, grabbing the ball next to the goal post.

"Tell me about it.'' Soccer went wild, it was amazing. We ended up drawing, but it was well worth it. I scored one goal, while Terrie scored the other goal, for scoring a goal I felt proud of myself. Skipping through the doors of my house in my green and white soccer kit, I noticed my mom ironing in the kitchen. With my little three year old sister Millie watching Dora the explorer in the front room. Saying a quick hello to them both, I took to the stairs and hit the shower. Once I was freshly cleaned up, I decided to hit my computer since I had to check my inbox- that I had not opened for a while now.

One new email. From C001 (at) hotmail (dot) com

The email read:

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

You haven't figured me out yet,

Guess who?

Love Mr. C.

Not again. I groaned, deleting the third email I had been having off the same unknown person this week. Every email I had been having off the mysterious email address had been the roses are red rhyme. It was annoying. I understand it being valentines day next week, but I was so not into the cryptic stuff. I had asked my other friends at school if they had been having the same messages as me, but they all said no. If only I had a clue to whom Mr. C was, and what he wanted with me of all people.


Authors Note: Can't believe how quick I have updated I normally leave it for some time but I just really wanted to get another chapter in there. Yes short....I know, but we have to find out who Mr C is first, who do you think it is? Reviews are nice, I'll try to return the favour if I can. Oh and happy valentines day, to those of you who have one. Unlike me who is a bit like Silver inperson.

Thankyou to:

HelgaBertoni, gwenbell0010, Kiki Gardens, Arastel. For reviewing!

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