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Yep, don't worry I was planning on doing that!

Oh thank goodness, I'm so glad. ^_^

Don't blame yourself. It's because I read a very terrible fiction on the 'net once where midnight was interpreted in several ways and I got all of them fixed into my head.

Uhm... they're average fluffy. But they're very murderer and there's papaya juice at some point.

You can already guess that to put everything in my story is 101% absurd

Sorry to say but I'll have to drop out as well, this would have been a fun thing to do, but I have a lot of school work to do and I can't find time to write anything for this one. The best of luck to the rest of you

Aww ok silja, hopefully next time you will be able to manage it!:)

Boxed Valentine - About 1419 words

“Class! Please, pay attention!” Miss Love said, desperately trying to get the class of fifth graders’ attention. Valentines Day, one of her favorite holidays for many reasons, was nearing, and she wanted to do something fun for the class. Something she had never done before. But the class of 24 just would not settle down.

Two students, however, were staring attentively at their teacher. They both had older siblings whom had been in Miss Love’s class at some point in time, and had told them about Miss Love and her ‘love’ of holidays. One of them hushed a person next to her, who, in turn, hushed the next person until the whole class was quiet.

Miss Love took a deep breath, and then addressed the class once more. “Thank you. Now, as I was saying… I’m going to try something new this year. Now, this is just an experiment, if all goes well this year. I am going to do a boxed Valentine sort of thing. I will put the Girls’ name in one box, and the Boys’ name in the other. Now, since there are more boys than girls in this class, I have spoken to Mrs. Parkinson, the sixth grade teacher. She has agreed to let our class’s merge, making an equal, or more equal anyways, number of boys and girls. I will ask one of you to come up and pull a name out of each box. Those two names will become ‘Valentines’ on Valentines Day.”

As she had suspected, there were mixed reactions. Some of the girls tried to hide glances to boys they had a crush on. Others made noises, most of which sounded like, “Yuck!” Most of the boys scrunched down lower into their seats and yelled out, “Ew! Cooties!” A few others, however, sat there, trying to decide what they thought of it.

Miss Love laughed, realizing what they thought that meant. “No! You just have to do things to your Valentine all day long. Begin when school begins, end when school ends. And Jeremy… I mean nice things! Like helping them pick up some fallen books, or escorting them to the library.” She paused again as a giggle arouse from the crowd, aimed at Jeremy

When the class managed to settle down again, Miss Love called up a student to pull names out of the box. With a nervous grin, the student put her hand into the two boxes, and pulled out a slip of paper from each. She said the names (Sunnie and Steve) before pulling out the next two. “Bethany and Caleb.”

The two who had been quiet and paying attention earlier glanced at each other, looks of surprise on their faces. They had been paired in some things before, but that was for mostly short things – math sets, art, reading… but had never really noticed each other. Well, both of them thought, we’ll see how things turn out.

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Valentines Day arrived, and Bethany was all dressed up for the occasion. She wore a light pink turtleneck sweater, with a heart made of sprinkles in the center. She wore a skirt of a pretty shade of red, and shoes of the same color. Her hair was done up in a French braid, and tied with a pink bow.

“You look nice,” a voice said behind her. Startled, she turned around to see who it was. She sighed out lightly in relief as she saw whom it was – only Caleb. He obviously had remembered the task for the day. “I… um, do you want me to help you bring your stuff into class?”

Bethany nodded. “Yeah, thanks… do you need me to do anything for you?”

Caleb shook his head no. “Not right now… if I do need anything, I’ll tell you.”

And so it continued, this awkward relationship for the school day. Constantly asking if the other needed anything, trying to do their best with their Boxed Valentine assignment. Cards were passed, cookies eaten and punch drunken, whispers of who liked whom, pretty much a normal Valentines Day except for that one thing. Of course, the other sixth and seventh graders had to do the same thing, so they weren’t the only ones that were a bit awkward.

The day ended, and everyone ran to the bus or began to walk home or wait for their rides as usual, except for their backpacks loaded with candy and Valentine’s. The bus left on time, taking everyone inside it along. Caleb watched it leave, still waiting for his older sister to come when a sharp cry interrupted his thoughts.

Turning around, he saw Bethany. A surprised look was on her face, and tears were starting to come out of her eyes. In her hands she held a Math book. Caleb blinked, hesitating before asking what was wrong.

Bethany took the bus. She had forgotten her math homework, and had run back to get it, but she had gotten stopped on the way back to class. Once she was able to get back on her way to get the book, the bus had already been leaving. Now she didn’t have a ride home for a couple of hours, her older brother was at his job, and so was her father. Her mother was probably still at hers, for sometimes Bethany didn’t see her until they had dinner. She explained that she lived a little ways out of town, and so she couldn’t walk.

Caleb listened to all she said, a thoughtful look on his face. As a car pulled up, he smiled lightly, remembering his sister was coming. “I can probably get my sister to give you a ride home… I’m sure she won’t mind. I’ll ask her, okay?”

Another car pulled up, and Caleb looked over at it. “That’s her,” he said, before running towards it. He returned a few minutes later, a smile on his face. “She’s giving you a ride,” he said. “Come on, its all right. Just tell her which way to go.”

Bethany nodded, and picked up her stuff once more. She walked quietly over to the car, and set her stuff inside. Caleb immediately began introducing them. “Bethany, this is my sister, Kaila. Kaila, this is the girl I was telling you I was paired up with, Bethany.” Words of greeting were exchanged as everyone put their seatbelts on, and then as the car started to go, Bethany started to give directions to her house. After awhile, she stopped them.

“Thanks, this is my house… I have to go now. Thank you so much for the ride…” Bethany said, her voice trailing off as her eyes swept over the yard. “Oh no! Peter!” She opened the door, and left her stuff in, bending down to pick up some gravel. She started to yell, running across the yard.

Caleb immediately saw what was going on. Two large strays were jumping up at a cage towards the right of the yard. Bethany was still yelling and throwing gravel at the dogs, but their attention wouldn’t stray from the object inside the cage. Caleb got out, and ran towards Bethany, picking up a medium sized rock as he went. When he was near enough, he threw it close enough to the dogs to know they were not wanted there, but far enough away it did not hurt them. With a surprised yelp, they ran off.

Breathing hard, Bethany opened up the cage and reached in. Carefully, so as not to get scratched, she pulled out a small rabbit and held him close to her. His fur was a fluffy, and a light dust color. He was shaking really hard, and Bethany ran her hand softly across his head, trying to soothe him. After a few minutes, she said, “His cage is ruined. But I think Peter is fine. Just a little scared, that’s all…”

Caleb nodded, breathing out in relief as he leaned forward slightly to examine the rabbit. “I think I have something that will work at one over at my house… for awhile at least. Its just a couple more houses away… right across from here, in fact.”

Bethany blinked. “Really?” she asked, smiling lightly.

“Really.” Caleb said, pausing before leaning forward slightly more, and kissing Bethany lightly on the lips. She gave a surprised gasp, causing Peter to squirm in her grasp. With a deep blush, Caleb headed back to the car to get Bethany’s stuff.

Sometimes, Boxed Valentines are the best Valentines.

I have written half a story, but I'm dead tired and have been working on other things so I will hope to get it finished when I wake up, if that is too late and past the deadline then I am sorry.

About 1,111 words.

Disclaimer: All characters and situations in this story are pure fiction. ^_^

Chocolate

The rustle of valentines, the sight of those heart-shaped boxes of chocolates, and the sweet fragrance of flowers; those are the things that popped into Angela’s mind when she thought of Valentine’s Day. It was the day of romance and the day when secrets were revealed. One small problem…no secrets had revealed themselves to her, by secrets she meant no mysterious flowers for her, no notes, no secret admirer.

“Valentine’s Day and no secret admirer,” she grumbled to herself as she got ready for school. “What point is there in that?” She tugged her wool coat out of her closet and gave it a shake.

Pausing at the door of her room, Angela turned around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. Not seeing anything noticeably different in her messy room, she decided it was time to go downstairs to be ready for her ride. As she worked her way through the house, the aroma of coffee caught her attention. She frowned, coffee meant that her parents were home, and usually her parents had left for work by the time she left for school. She headed toward the kitchen, cautiously; she peeked into the large room.

“Angela, Happy Valentine’s Day!” Her mom cried handing Angela a gift bag with hearts on it.

“Thanks Mom!” Angela replied, without looking into the bag. Her mom really loved Valentine’s Day, she always gave everyone in the family a gift. In most cases it was some sort of holiday candy.

“Aren’t you going to open it Sweetheart?”

Angela checked her watch, “Sorry Mom, I’m running late!” She tossed the bag into her backpack before zipping it up. She only had a few minutes before her ride would come. Everyday her friend, Gabrielle’s mother gave Gabrielle, Danielle, and Angela a ride to school. Gabrielle’s mom was a teacher at the school, so it wasn’t out of her way. This had been a tradition since the girls were in elementary school. She glanced at her watch again, any minute now.


~*~


“Angela, Gabrielle, I have your Valentines!” Danielle told her friends, smiling happily. She reached into her backpack and pulled out two small packages and gave one to each of her friends. “I hope you like them!”
Angela stuck her present into her backpack, to say for later.
“Thanks Danielle!” Gabrielle murmured, and carefully opened her present. It was an Italian charm bracelet, with one charm on it. The charm said “best friends”. “Oh, Danielle, this is so nice of you,” she told the other girl, and she slid the bracelet on.

Danielle beamed at her friends. “Look, it matches mine!” She held out her own bracelet for inspection. “Now we all have matching bracelets.” She frowned, “Angela, aren’t you going to open yours?”

“I’ll open it later Danielle.” Angela replied, smiling at her friend. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Gabrielle interrupted.

“While we’re on the topic of presents, I have some for you two as well.” Gabrielle announced, as she handed each girl a small bag full of candies. “Enjoy!” She laughed as Danielle tore into the bag. Angela received her gift with a smile and a murmur of thanks, but put it with her other gifts, unopened. Danielle and Gabrielle exchanged looks.

As Angela went to put her backpack away, Danielle leaned over and spoke softly to Gabrielle. “She always acts like this on V-Day.”

“She thinks she needs a secret admirer or a special someone in order for Valentine’s Day to be worthwhile,” Gabrielle murmured back.

“Obviously we need to talk some sense into her,” Danielle said firmly, a sly smile on her face.

“Talk some sense into who?” Angela asked curiously as she returned.
“No one,” Gabrielle responded, absently tugging at her hair.

~*~

The day passed by quickly and to Angela’s disappointment nothing extraordinary happened. There weren’t any random confessions, no one left her flowers in her locker, and no one gave her an anonymous Valentine, not that she had really expected it. Idly she wondered just why it was so important to her, getting a secret admirer and everything.

“Angela, come on.” Danielle scolded. “You get like this every Valentine’s Day, relax, and enjoy the day for what it really is.”

Angela frowned at her friend. “What it really it is? Danielle, Valentine’s Day is about love and romance, valentines, and flowers. Isn’t it? What good is a day like today if you don’t get any of those things?” She asked her friends.

“Angela listen to yourself,” Gabrielle spoke suddenly. “What is Valentine’s Day? Valentine’s Day is a day to show people you care. It is a day to give gifts to others to show them just how much they mean to you. It is a chance to let them know that despite what they may believe there ARE those who care.”

‘That may be, but what did I get? Nothing,” Angela snapped.

“No,” Danielle began, “Think about it. What did you get? Did you get gifts? Who gave them to you? Did you even care to notice?” Danielle finished sounding a bit hurt.

Angela thought for a moment, her eyes widened slightly. She recalled her mom’s cheerful greeting that morning, the carefully bagged Valentine’s gift which was stuffed into her backpack, she hadn’t looked at it since. Then…her friends…her friends had given her gifts too. She hasn’t even given them a second thought, never even thought to open them or to think about how much they must have cared to do this…

“You see Angela, it isn’t about secret admirers or rose, Valentine’s Day is a day to hold those close to you a little bit closer. Remind your friends how much they mean to you, and appreciate everyone in your life. So you didn’t get a secret admirer or anything of that, but think of what you gained.” Gabrielle put her hand on Angela’s shoulder.

“I gained…” Angela repeated softly, “I gained the knowledge that people do care about me and that I care about them. I’m sorry guys; I really should have paid more attention to your gifts. Thank you! You guys are the best.” She smiled.

“So what does Valentine’s Day really mean?” Danielle coaxed in a teasing voice.

“Getting a secret admirer of course!” Angela replied matter-of-factly.

“Angela,” her friends groaned.

But Angela was opening her backpack. She reached in and picked out the present her mom had given her. Angela opened the bag and peered inside, “hey guys,” she grinned. “I think I finally know what Valentine’s Day is really about!”

“Oh?” Her friends asked in unison.

“Chocolate!”

<b>Jennifer Valentine</b> -- Approximately 2300 words.

<i>Jennifer Valentine.</i>

She was, to Jason's mind, the most beautiful girl in the whole school. In a school of about a thousand students, that would be roughly five hundred girls. He pounded along the deserted hallways towards Jenn's form room. It was after school now. It wasn't bad to be prettier than four hundred and ninety-nine other girls, he thought. The best thing about it all was that Jennifer never seemed to know this. She acted like all the other girls -- no, she was better. General opinion was that Jennifer was a nice girl, with a sense of humour and a kind, sweet heart. No wonder so many boys had a crush on her.

He did too. He was even going to give her a Valentine. At least five other boys had given her valentines already and she had accepted them all with a laugh and good grace, but explained that she was not allowed to date by her parents. Everyone knew this, so it hadn't been a big deal and she was still friends with them. Jason hadn't been planning on giving her a card as he was afraid of rejection, but when Jennifer's best friend gave a knowing smile and said, "Why not?" he thought, "Why not indeed?" The card he had made was little more than a white piece of folded paper with a note scribbled inside in red ink. He had managed to nick the red pen off somebody. Now he was going to give this to Jennifer. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but he knew he wanted to do this very much. As he hurried along, he spotted Marion by her locker. Skidding to a halt, he changed directions and headed towards her.

"Have you seen Jennifer?" Jason asked Marion, who was looking through her locker for something. A loud rustling ensued and it seemed that Marion hadn't heard, as she increased her rummaging at a vigourous pace. "Marion!"

Without turning around, Marion practically stuck her head inside, still searching earnestly for whatever she was looking for. "Have you seen Jenn?" Jason asked again patiently. There was a pause and then Marion gave a muffled "No."

"Oh, alright then." He was about to turn and walk away when Marion posed a question. "Why are you looking for her anyway?"

A rosy smile broke across Jason's face. "I'm giving her a valentine."

Marion said nothing at first. She was looking at something near the back of her locker, and then she turned around to face him. Jason was taken aback; he took a slight step backwards. Marion's face and general apperance shocked him. She had glistening eyes and a white face, with two tiny, bright red spots on her cheekbones. He had never seen her like this before and he wondered if she was very ill, but before he could ask, she started hissing.

"It's always Jennifer this, Jennifer that," Marion snapped. "What is it about Jennifer that you keep going on and on about her? She's nothing special! She's not good enough for you! She'll reject you and hurt you, or she'll pretend to be your girlfriend and cheat on you! What is there to like about her?"

Jason coloured bright red himself. What right did Marion have to be so mean about his Jennifer? What right did she have to accuse her of all these things? He realised, with a start, that he had just thought of Jennifer as "his". Until now he had never thought he had been good enough for Jenn, but today he wanted to give it a shot anyway. Jenn was a nice girl; she wouldn't hurt his feelings. Now feeling guilty and embarrassed for having thought of her as his own, Jason turned quite purple with rage at himself and at Marion.

Struggling to control himself, he finally found his tongue. "You have no right to say any of that," he said in a low, cold tone. The red spots in Marion's cheeks began to subside and a look of guilt passed across her face. Without stopping to ask her how she was anymore, Jason spun around on his heel and walked rapidly away, intent on searching the rest of the school for Jennifer.

He was, essentially, walking out of Marion's life and friendship, and they both knew it. He was never going to be more than civil to her again, not after what she said about both him and Jennifer. He had never thought that Marion was like that.

<i>Jennifer would never do that,</i> Jason thought, <i>Jennifer's too kind to say that.</i>

<hr>
<i>Jennifer Valentine.</i>

It was all her fault, Marion thought bitterly, as she slammed her locker door shut. All Jennifer Valentine's fault for breaking up the friendship that Marion and Jason had had. If Valentine had never come onto the scene, everything would be perfect between the two of them.

She scooped up her bag, having taken nothing from her locker as she hadn't been looking for anything except maybe a way out of this situation. She hadn't wanted Jason to see her cry. Well, he wasn't around now, so it would be alright to cry.

So she did.

With tears falling down her face, Marion ran out the back entrance to the school, cursing Jennifer all the way.

Marion had known Jason ever since kindergarten. They had been the best of friends, or as close as a boy and a girl can get without being teased by their other friends. They'd remained great friends all the way through the different years of school until now. They'd been there for each other through thick and thin, through the time that no one wanted to be friends with Marion because of a false rumour and the time that Jason had got so sick he couldn't go to school. They'd been the only ones there for each other. No one could understand Jason as well as she could, Marion knew. But Jason didn't seem to realise this.

Ever since Jennifer Valentine had come to town, Jason, as well as the rest of the boys in the year, had been besotted with the soft-spoken, fragile-looking girl. She hadn't received immediate attention, but somehow or other, she had rapidly become popular. Marion didn't even know what was so great about Valentine. She wasn't anything special, with brown hair and brown eyes, and a too frequent smile. <i>Looks are deceiving, boys,</i> Marion thought bitterly. <i>She's nothing like the angel you think she is.</i>

Marion knew that Jennifer wasn't what she seemed to be. She was an attention-seeking girl who happened to look good. <i>Well, good for you Jenn!</i> Marion yelled at her silently as she stormed across the car park. <i>You've stolen countless girls' boyfriends!</i> It was true that Jennifer had not actually dated anyone since everyone knew her parents wouldn't allow it, but it was also true that many boys had dumped their girlfriends, only to reveal later that they had a crush on Jennifer Valentine. Why, Jennifer had received ten valentines today. Ten! While Marion had received none.

But worst of all, Jason was in love with Jennifer. Marion didn't even know when the two had become friends, but it was probably Jennifer who had bemused the boy and cast a spell over him. Witch. Ever since then, Jason had been drifting farther away from Marion and closer to Jennifer. Now Jennifer had all the friends she could possibly want and Marion -- Marion had no one. The one person she really cared about was never going to be hers again. He was going to give Jennifer a valentine. Marion usually found a valentine from Jason in her locker, but she had checked it every breaktime today and found nothing. It was when Jason had told her that he was giving Jennifer a valentine that she understood: he had forgotten about her. She hated Jason for forgetting; he knew how much it hurt her that she never got a real Valentine. She didn't want Jennifer to take Jason away from her. She wanted to hurt him, because she had been hurt. But the person she really wanted to hurt was Jennifer, not Jason.

It was all Jennifer Valentine's fault.

<i>I wish,</i> Marion closed her eyes tightly, <i>I wish Jennifer was dead.</i>

<hr>
<i>Jennifer Valentine.</i>

How she hated that name right now. When she was younger she really did hate it because people were always teasing her and making jokes about it. Worst of all was when Valentine's Day came around. It was the peak of teasing. She remembered how often she had cried when people had said, "Will you be my valentine? Oh, but you're already a Valentine! You don't need one!" It was only later that she had learned to forgive her father for having such a name. It was also around the time people had stopped teasing and started admiring the unique quality of the name.

Today was not one of those days. First of all, it was Valentine's Day. She had received twenty valentines, but none of them were from the one boy she really liked. Secondly:

"Jennifer Valentine, eh?" the examiner had winked at her. "Be my valentine?"

Of all things, to have the examiner ask you to be his valentine on the day of your driving exam. What were you supposed to say without offending him and thus failing the exam? Somehow or other, Jennifer had managed to wriggle her way out of this situation, but she did wish that examiners weren't so prone to asking awkward questions. She had passed, thankfully. Apart from receiving valentines, she had received many congratulations when she went back to school in the afternoon after the exam. It was a relief to have it over with, but she elected to walk home. She didn't feel like she could handle a car right now.

In her bag were all the gifts she had been given, carefully packed. It was nice to be cared for, she reflected. It was really a very lovely feeling. However, she knew that many girls had not been too happy about this, especially the one called Marion, who seemed to avoid her like the plague. Jennifer didn't understand what Marion had against her; she had never even spoken to her yet. She had once tried to, but Marion had walked right away before Jennifer had so much as opened her mouth. In the end, she had simply kept out of Marion's way so that Marion wouldn't have to trouble herself by taking detours all the time. All the same, Jennifer praised herself on the fact that she had managed to hide half of the valentines she had received. At least there would be less resentment.

<i>Only I wouldn't mind in the least if all the other girls had these boys,</i> Jennifer thought. <i>I only want Jason's.</i>

Jason was a wonderful friend. He was one of the first friends Jennifer had had when she first arrived in school, still timid and unsure of herself in a new place. Jason had taken her under his wing and looked after her, showing her around school so thoroughly that she knew her way around within a week. They had become fast friends and he was really one of the most wonderful guy friends she had. He was, to her mind, the best guy she had ever met.

And he didn't seem to care for her in any way other than as friends. Jennifer didn't dare jeopardise the relationship by telling Jason how she felt, as her new best friend had suggested her to. He might no longer want to be her friend and avoid her. She didn't think she could take it if he was going to avoid her.

<i>I wish he wouldn't avoid me,</i> she sighed as she headed towards the bus stop, <i>and I wish he loved me.</i>

<hr>
<i>Jennifer!</i> he thought, running towards the brown-haired girl. Having searched the whole school, he had not found her. Here she was.

He glanced quickly around the road -- no cars. He raced across. The girl turned around. It wasn't her. He stopped dead in his tracks.

<hr>
<i>Jennifer!</i>

<i>Did someone call me?</i> Jenn turned around, but saw nothing. She looked ahead and saw Jason running across the middle of the road. Her heart leaped when she saw him. He stopped suddenly and stood staring. Then her heart stopped too.

A car, evidently speeding.

<hr>
<i>Jennifer!</i>

Wasn't that Jason? Marion's head jerked up. She had been walking in the park near the bus station when she thought she heard his voice.

She saw the car hit him. He fell. He didn't get up again.

<hr>
Running towards him, the two girls had only one thought in their mind. "Jason!" Jennifer cried out, at the same time Marion did. Marion stopped, hearing Jennifer's voice. She found she could no longer move, even though she wanted to. Somehow, she knew it was no use her being there. Some pedestrians came running towards them, some of them calling for the ambulance on their mobile phones.

<i>I didn't want to hurt you, I didn't want</i> you <i>to die,</i> she thought wildly. <i>It was supposed to be Jennifer, not you.</i>

<hr>
Jennifer slipped her hand around his. He was holding a note tightly in his hand. With the other hand, she extracted it and read it. It was addressed to her.

<i>Dear Jennifer V,

Will you be</i> my <i>Valentine?

Jason</i>

That was when Jennifer cried.

<hr>
Later on, they found the note in his pocket.

<i>Dear Marion,

I know you don't like Jenn, but I wish you would be friends. Happy Valentine's Day! I know someone who's dying to give you a valentine, but he's a wuss. Don't worry. I'll get him to send you one by next year!

Jason</i>

That was when Marion cried.

I need to drop out, sorry, i don't have time.

Don't be my Valentine (1,429 words)
An anti-Valentine's Day story, featuring fluffy bunnies, papaya juice and madness, by Wind


During the first half of February, as always, the students of Nolandia's high school lived in terror. The menacing shadow of Valentine's Day hung before them.
The morning of the 13th Marilyn, first cheerleader and head of the Fluffy Lovely Valentine's Day Squad, was in front of the school two hours before the start of the lessons, ready to check that everything was ok before the big day. She had golden curly hair and blue eyes, and was wearing a dress with puffy sleeves.
A small group of fluffy bunnies were distributing pink leaflets that smelled strongly of lavender and contained her instructions: wear pink, send at least three valentines to various people and attend to the ball.
Other bunnies were decorating the corridors and the classrooms. Even the headmistress didn't say anything when a couple of bunnies covered her desktop with pink flowers and hung a huge heart-shaped sign saying "Happy Valentine's Day" on the wall, covering an award won by a brilliant pupil. She was scared.
Everyone was scared of the fluffy bunnies.
Since two years ago, when Marilyn had first arrived in Nolandia and with the help of the fluffy bunnies had gained the control of Valentine's Day and founded the Fluffy Lovely Valentine's Day Squad, everyone feared them.
Some students had tried fighting them, but the rebellion didn't last long. The fluffy bunnies didn't forgive betrayal.
So the students decided that, after all, Valentine's Day wasn't so bad. It happened only once a year, and after midnight the fluffy bunnies would disappear to come back next year with a fresh supply of flowers, chocolate and death.
That year nobody had died yet, but it was only a matter of time...

Marilyn stopped yelling at a girl about a spelling mistake in her valentine and strode towards Jack, who had just arrived.
"John!" she cried.
"It's Jack," he replied mechanically.
"All the same! You haven't given me your valentines for spell checking yet, and they were due for yesterday afternoon!"
"I've been busy..." he began, but Marilyn interrupted him.
"Me and the fluffy bunnies are getting tired, Josh! You'll write the valentines now! And I still need to know who you're going to the ball with!"
"It's Jack," he muttered, "And I don't go to the ball with anyone."
Marilyn whacked him on the head with a heart-shaped hammer.
"You have to! It's mandatory!" she cried again.
She gestured to a fluffy bunny who brought her several sheets of paper.
"You'll go to the ball with Will!" she declared.
"Will?" repeated Jack wearily, but Marilyn had already walked away to yell at someone else. Halfway down the corridor she turned and cried, "Remember the valentines!"
A fluffy bunny gave Jack a slip of paper with "Will, In Front Of The Science Classroom Now" written in a curly font.
The boy didn't ask how the bunny knew where Will was. He didn't want to find out.

As it turned out, Will was a girl. A short girl with round glasses and short chestnut hair, who was trying to rub a yellowish stain off her sleeve.
"You go to the ball with me," he announced.
"Wha...?" she replied.
"The ball, tomorrow night. Or the bunnies will get you."
She looked at him.
"I had hoped I managed to go alone..." she muttered, half to herself. "You'll just have to do."
"Do what?" asked Jack.
"See me in front of the cinema after school," she said.
After she'd gone, Jack thought about that for a while. Girls! At least this one didn't command an army of deadly fluffy bunnies, so he didn't have to do what she said.
But he was curious, so he met her in front of the cinema after school.

Will looked around to check that nobody had followed them, but Marilyn and the fluffy bunnies were busy decorating the gym for the ball.
"Listen," she said in a conspiratorial whisper, "I've got a plan!"
"A plan? For what?"
"To get rid of Marilyn," she said with a gleam in her eyes.
Jack took a step backward.
"No way! You'll get the fluffy bunnies against us!"
"That's my point. Whoever has got the control of the bunnies, has got the power."
"What are you going to do? Buy a dozen of bunnies and teach them karate?"
She opened her bag and showed him some bottles that contained an orange liquid.
"I created this myself," she explained proudly.
Jack gave her a puzzled look.
"It's no use telling you the details because you're too dumb..."
"Thank you..."
"...But the plan is simple: we'll mix this with the papaya juice at the ball, and as soon as the fluffy bunnies drink it they'll obey to us!"
"Papaya juice?"
"Yes, I didn't manage to make it transparent and the papaya juice is nearly the same colour," explained Will.
"That's not my point. How are you going to make the fluffy bunnies drink it? I've never seen them eating or drinking anything..."
They looked at each other for a while.
"Whoops," said Will.
"It was a good idea, really. But since it wouldn't work, let's just go to the ball, and tomorrow everything will be finished."
"Wait, I've got another idea!"

Jack looked at his Valentine's Day lunch. It was chocolate, chocolate and chocolate.
"It's a stupid idea," he muttered.
Will kicked him under the table to make him shut up.

The gym was packed with nervous-looking students who kept glancing at their watches. Still a few hours and the nightmare would finish, but those hours were the worst ones. You could make mistakes easily, and the fluffy bunnies didn't like mistakes.
Marilyn, wearing a pink dress that made her look like a trembling jelly, was passing among the students to check that everything was perfect.
Other bunnies guarded the exits looking more fluffy and menacing than ever.
A fluffy bunny tugged Marilyn's skirt and gave her a note.
"Late!" she cried. "They'll hear me..."
The doors of the gym burst open, and Will and Jack stood in the doorway.
"It's a stupid idea, you'll have us get killed, you idiot!" he screamed.
"Shut up and fire!" she replied, aiming for the nearest fluffy bunny.
From her water pistol came a jet of juice that hit the fluffy bunny's face.
"What are you trying to do?" screamed Marilyn, red with anger.
"Get her," said Will to the soaked bunny. "Get Marilyn!"
The fluffy bunnies started walking towards Will and Jack.
"Keep firing..."
"Your brilliant plain didn't work!"
"Oh no," said Will. "I just realized. I filled the guns with papaya juice instead than my mixture..."
"Now what?"
"Run!"
They turned and tried to escape, but the fluffy bunnies were faster and jumped on them...

"I don't want to die," said Jack.
"Hey, we're not dead. You can open your eyes now," said Will.
Jack sat up and looked at the scene. The fluffy bunnies around him were drinking papaya juice, others looked at Marilyn with a menacing air.
"They like papaya juice?" he said with a disgusted tone of voice. "Yuck!"
"Poor things, Marilyn gave them only chocolate and they didn't like it..." Will replied, patting a fluffy bunny on the head.
She jumped on the buffet table and cried, "Papaya juice for everyone!"
The fluffy bunnies cheered, and Marilyn realized she'd lost.
"I'll be back," she called, and ran for it.

The ball continued with less pink but more happiness. They took every heart-shaped thing in the room and dumped it in the garbage, then a professor ordered chips, coke and papaya juice.
"Long live the papaya and the fluffy bunnies," said Will raising her glass to Jack.
"Listen... uh... I was wondering..."
"Yes?"
"What are you going to do with them?"
Will looked around. Some fluffy bunnies were sleeping, one was drunk. How can you get drunk with papaya juice?
"I admit that I'm tempted to keep them..." she began.
Jack shuddered.
"...But I'm not going to. Who knows, maybe there's something they like more than papaya juice. And being Fluffy Bunnies Ruler isn't a relaxing job. I'll send them back to wherever they came from, with a good supply of papaya juice."
"Ok then," he said, but he didn't move. "Listen," he said after a while, "Even if it's Valentine's Day and we saved the school together and all... kissing at the end is not mandatory, right?"
"No, I don't think it is."
"Good."
"Good."
There was a pause. Then Jack gestured towards the center of the gym. "Do you..."
"Sure," she smiled, and they started dancing.

I have a question about needing 3 named characters. Do they have to show up, or can they just be mentioned (as in the person a valentine is sent to)?

Erm good question, I never really thought about that, I only put 'named characters' so I guess if you just mention them in some way that would be fine.

No one will be eliminated this chapter by the way guys, because of so many people not being able to participate, you can all call this round practice!:P

Your stories will still be reviewed and rated and the 'best' story will be in the next issue of the pink ink.

I thought I’d have to drop out as I was out all day today, but I’ve managed to scrape this together quickly. So I’m ok!

Happy Valentines! 780 words!

Alice woke up bright and early, with the birds singing outside and the sunshine streaming in through the window.
“Rise and shine darling!”
So Alice got up and went down for breakfast, it was a Saturday and so she was glad that there was no school! The letterbox clanged – the post had arrived. As Alice walked down the hall to collect the post her mum creeped up to her and slipped her a pink envelope.
“Pop this in for your dad, ok darling?” Alice noticed another pink envelope and another large red one as she picked up the post.
“Of course! It’s Valentines Day today!” Alice remembered as she examined the identical pink envelopes – one addressed to her mum, another for her dad – and grinned to herself.
As she sat down to her boiled egg, Alice sorted the post into piles and found to her surprise that the large red envelope was for her!!
“Good morning sweetie!! Happy Valentines Day James!!” Alice’s mum came in with a big smile on her face and gave James (Alice’s dad) a big hug and a kiss.
“Thanks honey.”

Alice decided to leave the m to it and slipped upstairs to open her envelope, it read:

“ Dear Alice,

‘Your lips are as red as the reddest rose,
You’re eyes are as brown as chocolate.
You’re sweeter than honey, I love you to bits…..

Will you be my Valentine?’

Love,
Me.

Meet me tonight at the cinema. 7.00pm with a red shirt.
xxxxXxxxxx”

Alice was astonished. She had no idea she had a secret admirer. None of the boys had ever flirted with her, like they did the other girls. Alice was really unsure about the whole thing – it could easily be someone playing a mean, nasty trick on her. But on the other hand, she was very curious to see who her admirer was. Still undecided, Alice called her best friend Grace.

“Hello Grace! It’s me, Alice.”
“Oh hiya! What’s the matter?”
“Well, you’ll never guess what – but I got a valentine this morning!”
“Cool! I got one from Ben, it’s so sweet. He’s taking me out tomorrow because he’s working tonight, but it’s a surprise – I don’t know where were going!”
“Wow, that sounds great … wish I had a boyfriend like Ben.”
“So what’s bothering you with this valentine?”
“He’s asked me to meet him at the cinema tonight.”
“So, what’s wrong? Go for it!”
“Yes, but I’m worried – what if it’s all some big joke and some of the guys will be there laughing at me if I turn up believing the valentine.”
“Aww, don’t be silly honey!”
“But none of the guys at school like me! Or at least they’ve never hinted anything…”
“That’s what Valentines Day is all about. Look do you want me to go with you? I’m not doing anything tonight.”
“Thank you! I hoped you’d say that! It says in the card meet me at 7. Is that ok?”
“Yes, we’ll go ten to, if you like. Ok, see you then.”
“Bye!”
“Bye!”

Later that night Alice was getting ready to go out. She wore her favourite denim skirt and a red top with a new cream jacket she had just bought. The cinema was just down her street so when Grace arrived they could just walk down. And the doorbell rang just as she was running down the stairs with her left boot on and her right one tripping her up.
She and Grace stepped out of the house at 6.45pm and were at the cinema at 6.50 – early enough to start hunting around for any boys wearing red shirts. There were plenty, but all of them Alice didn’t recognise. Alice and Grace had both bought tickets for the film, and just as they thought they’d have to go in Grace caught sight of Gareth. Wearing a shirt, only to be described as crimson, the boy Alice had liked very much for two years, known since primary and was recently without a girlfriend. Grace nudged Alice and Alice gasped.
Just then Gareth saw them both and came over.
“You look nice Alice.” He smiled and Alice blushed,
“Thanks! Shall we go through?” Then Alice remembered Grace and glanced at her, but she was staring across the room at the entrance where Ben was standing, with a big bunch of flowers and a box of popcorn. He ran over to them.
“Hi gorgeous! Your parents told me you’d me here. I got off work so I thought I’d join you!”

Alice and Gareth walked in side by side, followed by Grace and Ben, hand in hand.

And a happy Valentines Day was had by all!

But to participate in round two we have to enter a story, right?