I kinda worried sometimes. Big time. And not the "Oh, it's Valentine's Day tomorrow" type of worry, it was a, "Oh NO!! Valentine's Day is almost HERE!!!!"

So, yeah. I was kinda worried about Valentine's Day. I mean, what was I going to do at school, when people got a ton of cards and candy? "People" as in "girls"! And I was positive I would not get any. I knew it. I mean, for starters, I didn't even want any, yet alone thinking I would get any. I had a couple of choices for Wednesday, February 14. I would

(a) ditch school

(b) do the above

You see, I just can't stand to look at all these girls squealing 'cause they got a card, or maybe some candy. Who cares? Definitely not me. Definitely. I sighed, as I stepped into the hallways of William Rose Jr. High. Marissa runs up to me, "Sammy! Sammy! Tomorrow is--" she didn't finish her sentence, because almost every girl in the school shouts, "VALENTINE"S DAY!!"

"Aagh! I know I know!" I said. I sighed, "And I--" I didn't finish my sentence, because Heather Acosta comes strutting up to me, sneering.

"Oh, no!" I say, "Oh, no!"

Even Marissa grumbles, "Great."

Heather says, "Hey, Sammy. You look worried? Why are you so worried? Huh? HUH?" Then she said, "Oh, yes. Because tomorrow is Valentine's day. And poor, poor, Sammy is afraid no one will give her anything."

I said, "Go away, Heather. I can't even believe that everyone is actually acting this way. It's so lame! They're acting like...like...kindergarteners!"

"No." Heather snaps, "We all know that YOU are afraid that nobody likes you. Oh, and Marissa, guess who's going to the Valentine's Day dance with me?"

"Shut up, Heather, I don't care." Marissa says, looking down.

Heather just laughs, an evil, witchy laugh, which kinda reminded me of Snow White's evil stepmother.,

"It's Danny, Marissa."

"I know." Marissa squeaked. It sounded so squeaky, and tiny, and small. In a small mousy voice. Sad, kind of like she was going to burst out in tears any minute.

Heather says, "Are you sad, Marissa? Are you? Why so sad? Any specific, certain reasons?"

I start to pull Marissa away, "Go eat a poisonous apple yourself, Heather!"

She looks at me like, Huh? Then she gets it, turns red and says, "Shut up!"

I pull Marissa to her locker, "See you at lunch, Marissa. And don't let her get to you! I'll be on Boy-Patrol to look for a date for you. You will have a date for the dance, Marissa. By Saturday. I promise.

Marissa nods like, Surrrre. But I run off to homeroom anyways. I looked around, looking for anyone Marissa might like. I was also planning on going over to the high school after school, to search for any 9th Graders.

But I didn't know that what Boy-Patrol also meant was Trouble-Patrol.