DrawBlood2- pg11and12

Storytime-

This is why I hate Valentines Day and how Bryant got his name.

In 9th grade, I had my eye on this guy who had just transferred in that fall. He was tall and blonde and fit with a bright white smile, from California. About as stereotypically all-American good looks as you can get. I knew very little about him except that he looked good, but then that was enough for me. I was being teased by my then "friends" that I had plenty of crushes on guys, but had never told one face-to-face that I liked them. So I decided that Valentines Day was going to be the time. I made one out of paper and ... well it went almost exactly like these pages.

I don't remember now whether Bryant was his first or last name. (for the character, it is the first)

I would have been fine with a yes or no, a "thanks but no thanks". I was not fine with the fact he laughed hysterically at me, tore it up, crumpled it up, and threw it at me. That all his friends laughed at me as well while I walked away in shame. It might have been alright if that was the end of it, but it wasn't.

He didn't talk to me, and I stayed away from him. HOWEVER, his friends, who I didn't know (not even their names), constantly harassed me. Pushing me in the hall, saying "I KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" accusingly, as if handing a guy a paper heart on Valentines day was a war crime. Then they actively started trying to kill me. Trying to push me down stairs, and then one day pushing me into fast moving traffic and being disappointed when the car stopped short, not killing me.

I had to stay in groups for weeks, couldn't walk alone anywhere in fear for my life. Eventually they got bored of playing their games with me.

ALL. THIS. OVER. A. PAPER. HEART.

Highschool was its own special hell.

Story made short--- I hate Valetines, I now value personality over looks, and I've immortalized Bryant as a jerk in fiction.



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(I'll color it later...)

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