Valentine's Day is celebrated by many children and adults every year. While the single, lonely people cry on their couches watching sappy chick flicks. I should know. Ever since I can remember, I hated Valentine's Day. I always thought Valentine’s Day was a waste of precious time preparing cards for kids who don’t care about you or your Milk Duds. The average American spends 193-336 dollars on Valentine’s Day. You can buy a Nintendo Switch with that money! Come on America, what happened to save the turtles?

I had been avoiding the school bathroom all day, but at one point I couldn’t bear it anymore. I slammed the door shut, but right as I took a step, I heard a quiet humming in the stall. I ignored the soft voice and kept walking towards the stall but as I kept walking my urge faded until it was gone. A person came out of a stall, a strange looking one for sure. She had light blonde hair and an emotionless face. She looked up at me, and stared with curious intent.

“ It’s you..” she murmured. 

“ Me? “ I asked. Nobody really knew me at this school so I was surprised. 

She stared to the floor, still no emotion. It seemed as if her expression was glued onto her, like she could not show any other emotion. I looked closer at her face. She looked afraid, but also asleep. I couldn’t explain it. 

She walked out of the bathroom, still not looking me in the eye, and whispered.

“ Don’t be afraid, “ and she ran away.

I chased after her, but there was no trace of the blonde girl. 

I went along with my day, I still had no friends at this school, just the way I liked it. Nobody talked to me anyway, it didn’t seem like I existed to them. 

I walked home from school. It was raining, and my torn umbrella was leaking droplets onto my head. I knew I should have worn my coat. Clouds kept getting darker as I walked along, setting the mood of the day. It was the anniversary of my older sister’s death. She had died before I was born, but my parents always told me about her, how smart and pretty she was. 

I kept along, deep in my thoughts, the blonde girl reappeared, dragging me by the hand under a porch. “ What are you doing?!” I exclaimed, yanking my hand out of her grasp. 

“ I just saved your life.” the girl said. 

I watched as the cloud I was standing under shot a huge lightning bolt onto the cement, with a huge zap. It would have killed me in an instant. 

“ How-how did you know?” I asked. I was so close to death and I didn’t even realize it. My mind ran amuck. “ Who are you? “ I asked. “You know who I am, “ but once again, she dashed away, into the moonlight.

I thought she was crazy, or making one of those sarcastic remarks, until I saw the house she had brought me too. My own.