“Do you think I'll have a secret admirer this year?”
The Valentine's Day flu was going around school, passing from student to student, minus one; Abigail. She wasn't big on pink or hearts or love. She was sporty and smart, and Valentine's Day was her least favorite holiday. At least up until now, Abigail had been getting notes in her locker signed “Secret Admirer”. And in the last note, they had said that they would reveal themselves in the lunchroom at 12pm.
So Abigail sat with her V-Day obsessed friends at the lunch table and constantly checked her watch. Suddenly, Kyle waved his hand in front of her face. “Hello, earth to Abigail?”
Abigail blushed. She had begun to crush on Kyle, the coolest boy in school who usually sat with her and her friends.
“Sorry, Kyle. What were you saying?”
Kyle laughed and tossed a fry in his mouth. “I was saying that whoever this secret admirer is, I could totally bench him. I mean I am the strongest guy in school. He'll probably be some nerdy wimp.”
Abigail was surprised to hear this from Kyle. Usually he was pretty sweet and funny. What a conceited, bragging bully he was.
Kyle droned on, “Every girl in school has a crush on me, I mean I am captain of the football team and the most popular guy in school, right?”
“What a vain jerk,” Abigail thought, slamming down her lunch tray and standing up. “Look, Kyle,” she said angrily. “I used to like you, okay? But now I definitely don't, because you've shown your true colors, a mean, no-good, self-obsessed bully!”
Then Abigail stomped away and sat at another table by herself, picking furiously at her cheese macaroni. Suddenly a gentle voice startled her.
“That was a good thing you did, Abigail.” It was Skyler, a cute boy with chocolate brown hair and blue eyes.
“Oh, hi Skyler,” Abigail said glumly.
“I heard every word, and I think that you deserve better than that.”
Abigail looked up at him startled. Where was Skyler going with this?
Suddenly, he placed a box, carefully wrapped in pink soccer ball paper on the table. Abigail picked it up, and when she turned to look at Skyler, but he was gone. She carefully unwrapped it to discover a box of Candy Hearts. “From your Secret Admirer” was written on it in loopy writing. Abigail checked her watch, just as it turned 12pm.
Story 5 is my favorite by someone 11 or younger.
Story 1:
I was standing there looking at him; Aidan. I'm Belle author and I am Aidan’s Secret admirer. I’ve admired him since I was in year seven, and the romance bloomed from there. I’ve sent him candy hearts and chocolate, even a note and he doesn’t know, but I’m going to tell him. Tell him in the lunchroom I’m the girl his heart is attracted too.
“Aidan, I’m your secret admirer,” I said.
“I like you too Belle!” he exclaimed as we hugged.
Story 1 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 2:
“Hey, who’s the note from?” Cece asked Katie, her best friend.
Katie jumped and squealed. “Nobody!” Katie said when she caught her breath.
Cece pulled the paper away. “Oh, your secret admirer. Do you know who he is?”
“No, but whoever it is, he sent candy hearts too.”
Cece and Katie walked into the lunchroom and sat down.
“Keep a look out,” said Cece.
“For what?” asked Katie.
“Your secret admirer, duh.”
Katie took the candy hearts out of her lunch pail and started eating. Cece noticed a boy named Blake looking and smiling at Katie.
“I think I know who your secret admirer is, Katie,” said Cece with a smirk on her face.
“Who?” asked Katie.
“Blake,” whispered Cece.
“Blake!” she yelled apparently too loud because Cece covered her mouth.
“Um, you called my name,” Blake said, as he walked toward the girls.
“I'll leave you to alone,” said Cece, as she got up.
“Uh, did you give me this?” Katie asked, as she showed him the note.
“Oh, yeah, I've always had a crush on you,” replied Blake.
“Well do you want to come over after school?” asked Katie.
“Sure,” said Blake.
“Ok”
They walked to Katie’s home and Blake surprised Katie
Story 2 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 3:
My name is not important. I am a Secret Admirer, but today is Valentine’s Day, and all I have to give my crush is a box of Candy Hearts. I'm a little scared. I was in the lunchroom talking to my best friend who, by the way, is an idiot.
“Just go up to her.”
How can he say that so easy? Does he not see this is a matter of life and death? What if she refused? What if she laughs in my face? All these, “What ifs” ran in side my head! “It’s not that easy!” I said back. “What if…”
“What if, what if the world blows up because she laughs? It’s not like you’re a bad guy. You may not be in the ‘It crowd’ but...” He stopped for a moment. “But come on dude, what do you have to lose?”
“Everything!” I yelled, and because we were in the lunchroom, I got some weird looks.
My friend gave me a stern look “Dude, its Candy Hearts, you can’t go wrong with candy hearts!”
“Yeah, I guess...”
“Good thank you... now you go give her your box of candy hearts before I hurt you!”
My idiot best friend was right. You can’t go wrong with candy hearts. The girl I gave them to loved them and me too.
Story 3 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 4:
I have never been kissed, or liked for that matter. I am basically invisible to boys and in popularity, I am a bit of a zero, but all I really want is to find a nice guy to hang out with.
There is one guy I like, Jake, but he never looks at me, and although he isn’t popular, he would never like me.
I met my friends at the bus stop this morning, Clara, Olivia and Stacy. They are beautiful and have boyfriends, and are happy. We all have our first class together, and then we head off to the Lunchroom for about an hour.
Today in Lunchroom I was sitting down eating pasta, when Stacy started singing to me, in front of everyone. She was singing a song I had never heard, it goes; “Trust me you find a guy soon...”
and then Clara started singing to, everybody was looking. Olivia came into the Lunchroom doing flips down the hall to our table. At this moment I had no idea what was going on.
Then the boy’s choir at school came singing and each one of them had a rose except for one, who handed me a note, saying, “I have never had the courage to tell you that I am your secret Admirer.”
Taped to the note was a box of Candy Hearts. Through the choir came Jake with a nametag saying secret admirer, Jake is my secret admirer! He then bent down on one knee and asked me to be his girlfriend, and I said yes of course!
It was the perfect day.
Story 4 is my favorite by someone 12 and older.
Story 5:
Eliza sat in the school lunch room, perched casually at her table, of course her table had only... “Umm... the coolest people sitting in it. Oh, who am I kidding?” Eliza sighed. “I'm the only one at this table, and that sure isn't because I have so many friends I can't choose who I'll sit with.”
Today was the worst, because today was Valentine's Day. Eliza never understood why people didn't like her, she was polite and helpful, and she always got an A on exams.
Eliza's eyes wandered towards the Valentine Dance posters, and she started drawing hearts, arrows, and little fat baby cupids in diapers in her mashed potatoes with a toothpick. She slurped her Dr. Pepper absentmindedly as she stared at the paper airplane zooming straight at her! It hit her new pink glasses and bounced back onto the table. She eyed it warily then carefully unfolded it.
“Roses are red, Violets are blue, I love potato art, I guess you do too. Please come with me to the dance. I'll meet you here at 5:00. - The secret admirer.”
A small packet of candy hearts slipped out of the final folds of the airplane.
