Thursday, 15 March 2012

The little red card

 On February 14,2010 valentine day on a cold day. I was sitting there in my cold class room and the bell just rang to get back inside. One of my friends had walked in from playing hockey or something, I didn't really care about those I don't really know what I was thinking at the time because I love sports. He sat down beside me, I remember that gross smell coming from him, a bitter peace of chocolate. We got 20 something minutes into class, my teacher said it's card time, we brought candy and little valentine cards. Little kids from other grades came and lined up against the chalkboard. Those little kids where from grade 1 and they made one for 1 kid from our grade, I guess they where our year buddy's or something. My year buddy's name was Cooper, my teacher told all of the kids to go to their buddies and give them the the gift they gave us. Cooper walked up to me slowly, it was really weird having a little kid coming up to you and all of your friends are laughing at you. Cooper walked up to me, I got out of my chair and got on one knee. Cooper said this is for you lyric I worked on it all week, I didn't really know what to say to that but I took the card with no question and slowly opened it. He said really fast with no hesitation do you like it?. I looked at the red worn card, on the card it had a glued piece of white paper saying Thanks lyric for being the best year buddy I have ever had. I think your funny and awesome to play soccer with. Love Cooper. He had drawn a picture of two people standing in a field with their hands together with one holding a soccer ball and a sun setting in the back ground. I gave cooper a hug and I said thanks Cooper for this card and he said your welcome. The class ended


                           
                                                  I hope you like my little kid moment.
                                                                                                   Published by: Lyric Gartner

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