How a Six-Year Old Sees It
AN: I totally rushed this to make before the deadline, you can probably see it from the bad quality. I spent a week writing something before realizing around an hour ago that I wouldn't be able to finish it. I call that fail.
How a Six-Year Old Sees It
Being only six years old, Anne didn’t really care much about Valentine’s Day. Pink hearts and frilly cards were pretty and all, but she didn’t really understand why people liked them so much. Another thing she didn’t understand about it was the mushiness that went on between adults, especially her parents.
She had asked them about it all once. The only answer she got was that Valentine’s Day was a celebration of love, and that, one day (many years from now, her father was quick to add), she would find a nice boy who’d help her understand it all. She pouted and walked away muttering about not wanting an icky boy. Parents were so weird sometimes. All she had wanted was to find out what was so special about Valentine’s Day.
Understandably, when Anne’s kindergarten teacher wrote ‘February 14’ on the board that day, she couldn’t help but frown a little. Her teacher gave them all heart shaped cards and made them talk about why Valentine’s Day was special. Honestly, she would’ve preferred reading the picture book about unicorns she found on the bookshelf before the weekend came. When the bell for break finally rang, she was relieved.
She was just finished putting on her jacket and about to head outside when she felt someone tap of her shoulder. Anne turned around and frowned. It was Alfred, a classmate of hers who, just last week, pushed her into a puddle during a game of tag. He said it was only an accident but she found that hard to believe after all the weeks he had spent teasing her for the ‘weird-looking’ scones her mother often packed for her as a snack.
“What do you want, Alfred?” she asked, hoping he would just go away.
The boy just rubbed the back of his neck, looking strangely shy. He was holding something behind his back. “Here. Happy Valentine's Day,” he said, suddenly shoving something into her hands and running outside to the playground.
Anne looked down at her hands and smiled. He had given her pack of Razzles.
Maybe boys and Valentine's Day weren't so icky after all.
How a Six-Year Old Sees It
Being only six years old, Anne didn’t really care much about Valentine’s Day. Pink hearts and frilly cards were pretty and all, but she didn’t really understand why people liked them so much. Another thing she didn’t understand about it was the mushiness that went on between adults, especially her parents.
She had asked them about it all once. The only answer she got was that Valentine’s Day was a celebration of love, and that, one day (many years from now, her father was quick to add), she would find a nice boy who’d help her understand it all. She pouted and walked away muttering about not wanting an icky boy. Parents were so weird sometimes. All she had wanted was to find out what was so special about Valentine’s Day.
Understandably, when Anne’s kindergarten teacher wrote ‘February 14’ on the board that day, she couldn’t help but frown a little. Her teacher gave them all heart shaped cards and made them talk about why Valentine’s Day was special. Honestly, she would’ve preferred reading the picture book about unicorns she found on the bookshelf before the weekend came. When the bell for break finally rang, she was relieved.
She was just finished putting on her jacket and about to head outside when she felt someone tap of her shoulder. Anne turned around and frowned. It was Alfred, a classmate of hers who, just last week, pushed her into a puddle during a game of tag. He said it was only an accident but she found that hard to believe after all the weeks he had spent teasing her for the ‘weird-looking’ scones her mother often packed for her as a snack.
“What do you want, Alfred?” she asked, hoping he would just go away.
The boy just rubbed the back of his neck, looking strangely shy. He was holding something behind his back. “Here. Happy Valentine's Day,” he said, suddenly shoving something into her hands and running outside to the playground.
Anne looked down at her hands and smiled. He had given her pack of Razzles.
Maybe boys and Valentine's Day weren't so icky after all.