The strangest thing to ever happen in February was Chocolate. A red-paper wrapped box of chocolates. The air was telling me some thing suspicions was happening. The air told me Caroline was lying when she said she left her shoes in the math classroom. But the air told me, play along, there's something sweet. but my gut told me, don't open the locker, why else would they be pressing so hard, hinting so much. Don't open the locker, this Pandora's box of chocolate.
I open the locker and ignore the hear and the box. Run away said my heart. Stay, said my friends. This isn't what I asked for. Bewildered, angered, confused and upset I don't want to be your valentine, and I don't want your chocolate.