It was Valentine’s Day. My friends were celebrating and I was still in bed thinking why I didn’t have someone special to share this day with. Nicole called me, but I didn’t answer the phone. I was so depressed that I couldn’t move. I laid in bed like it was early in the morning when it was really 12: pm. After the telephone rang 5 times, the machine answered the call. “Hey Christine, it’s me”. “I know you are there. Please answer the phone. Okay, don’t answer it. I just wanted to say hi, and that my boyfriend just bought me a present this morning. Guess what it is?” She said excitedly. What? A bracelet? I said ironically. It’s the same thing he gives you every year. Of course I knew she wasn’t listening. I would never tell her that in person. I would have to act surprised. “It’s a beautiful bracelet, you have to see it”. I knew it! I said to myself again. Well…. I have to go, I will call you tomorrow. Bye! Nicole’s call just made me feel worse, and I began to cry for all the valentines I had shared with my room and my diary. My diary! I said in excitement. Maybe if I write something good that happened to me this week, it would make me feel better, but there was nothing interesting I could possibly write about. I looked in my backpack to see if I had some chocolates. I didn’t have any. Apparently I had eaten them all when I remembered Valentine’s Day was coming and I had no valentine. When was the last time I had a boyfriend? That was Too many years ago, I answered to myself instantly. I decided to check my phonebook to see how many dating choices I had. None of them fit in the profile of what I was looking for.
After walking back and forwards in my bedroom, I decided to call someone who was listed in my agenda. Let me see, Kevin West was the first one on my list. He seemed pretty good. So, I decided to call him. He didn’t answer his phone and after several tries, I got tired and put an x on his name. Forget it, I said and continued with my search. I found there were some names that were already marked with an x. so, I didn’t bother to even look at any of them. “Wait, these can’t be it,” I said as I realized there were just three guys on the list. One was Kevin west who I had already, and the others were the ones already marked with an x. I felt terrible. “I can’t be alone on Valentine’s Day, I am getting old, time is running out, and I am still single”. I said desperately. I didn’t care if I have marked those guys as bad prospects. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life lying in bed and feeling sorry for myself. I had to do something.
I dialed one of the numbers quickly, and someone answer the call instantly. “Who are you?” A male voice asked. I am Christine Carter, do you remember me? Are you Charles? I asked shyly. “I am sorry, Charles doesn’t live here anymore” Said the voice in a deep tone. Do you know where I can…….? He hung up the phone before I could finish. What a rude person! I said angrily. People don’t have any manners these days. I looked at my phonebook again; there was one person left, my only hope, the only one that could save me from this terrible loneliness. As I was dialing the number, I realized it was the same number I had just dialed. They had the same last name too. Then, they are bothers, I can’t believe it. I had done all this for nothing. This can’t be happening to me. I said furious and threw myself in bed again.
After a while, I decided to get back on my feet again. I turned on the radio and listen to the most hilarious song ever. It was about some 15 year old kid who was frustrated because he couldn’t get a date for the school dance. In the song, he said that because of this, he wouldn’t be able to get married at all. I tried to call my friend, and when she picked up the phone, I told her about the idiot that thought his life was over just because he didn’t get a date. She laughed out loud and said that it reminded her of someone. Who does he remind you of? I asked. “he is just like you”, she said. I didn’t really get what she was talking about. The only thing we had in common was that we were both 15 year olds. Anyway, I never understand what my friend says. She just talks too fast. Finally; after talking for an hour, we decided to hang out, and I kind of felt better again. I won’t ever forget this Valentine’s Day, it was just not very good at all but at least my friend and I went out and had tons of fun.