Mal tries to look as nonchalant as possible

as he makes his way to her classroom as fast as he dares.

He imagines himself as an explorer

or maybe a hunter.

Only his prey is to get Natara's gift to her.

Whatever.

It's still an adventure.

~24~

She's bored.

She doesn't want to be here.

She's tried telling her mom that,

that there's nothing for her to do at school.

But her mom just laughed and kissed her head

and drove her to school anyway.

She's not learning anything

and no one seems to like her.

She doesn't really have friends.

But all the other girls wanted to do was play house

or have tea parties.

It wasn't her fault that they had a stupid sense of fun.

And the boys weren't any better;

they just want to do gross things

like eat bugs and fart.

She wishes she went to a different school.

Or at least had a friend.

~24~

He eases the door open gently

(really, these teachers should probably stop leaving the doors unlocked)

and scurries across the room.

When he reaches her desk

he checks over his should quickly

and then pulls the lip balm ring and note out of his pocket.

It'll probably be too big to fit on her finger yet

cause she's really little.

Littler than Jamie and she was really small.

But he figured she could just carry it around

until she got bigger.

He almost made it out unnoticed.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Her teacher was coming in just as he was about to leave.

"I, uh..."

He can't think of an explanation

so he tells the truth.

"I was just leaving a present for my friend. For Valentine's day."

The teacher smiles a bit.

"That's very sweet, but you know you're not allowed to be in here, right?"

He nods.

"I'm sorry. I just wanted to give it to her as soon as possible."

Her teacher lets him off with just a warning.

He practically runs down the hall and outside

eager to rejoin his friends.

~24~

She cranky and tired

and she's decided that she hates recess because it's stupid.

Still, recess is better than being stuck inside.

Even if it is Valentine's day.

She only likes class today cause everyone has to give everyone a Valentine

and usually they tape candy to them.

She trudges back to her classroom with the rest of her classmates

hating every step.

She wordlessly goes back to her seat and takes out her math book

and the teacher says that she will be right back.

So she waits patiently.

And then from across the room she hears,

"Natara has a boyfriend!"

Instantly her cheeks and ears feel like they're on fire

and she knows her face is bright red.

Ethan is holding up a heart-shaped ring

and has a note in his other hand.

The other kids laugh loudly

and the sound echoes in her ears.

She stands up and strides over to the crowd that has now gathered

and holds out her hand.

"That's mine."

Mystery Boy must not have realized they changed seats a week ago.

Ethan grins even bigger.

"Finders keepers losers weepers."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

She's barely keeping from crying now.

"That's mine."

Ethan holds it up and scrutinizes it.

"Whatcha gonna give me for it?"

She wishes her teacher would come back right now.

"Give it to me!"

She wishes Ethan wasn't such a stupid, pig headed jerk.

She grabs for the note in his hand,

manages to catch the corner

and tugs.

It's hers and she'll be damned if she gives in and lets Ethan have it.

"What do you even need a ring for?"

She tugs harder.

"Maybe I wanna give it to someone!"

There's a horrible ripping noise

and when she looks down

she realizes that her note has torn in half.

She stares at it in horror.

Her vision goes red.

And she shoves Ethan to the ground.

And hits him.

And pulls his hair.

And then she's aware of her teacher yelling

and pulling her away from the jerk-pig-rude-stupid crybaby.

And while the teacher calls the principal

she snatches her ring and both halves of the note from the ground.

She's escorted to the principal's office

and is told to sit on the ugly mustard-yellow couch

until the principal comes to get her.

She know's she's in a lot of trouble

but she doesn't care.

She uncrumples the halves of the note

and smiles a bit.

Your just write for me

M.F.

"Natara Mansingh?"

She hops off of the couch

and braces herself.