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The Marker.

Short Created on 6-20-07 Views(195) Story Rating G
Belle Fouche Christian School: quite possibly the smallest school in South Dakota. In my classroom 1st, 2nd, and 3rd grade were all lumped into one room, all headed by Mrs. M. Although I was in third grade and the only one in that grade, I was the same age as most of the second graders since I had started my schooling early.Mrs. M breathed joy and happiness, creating an excellent learning environment. Her two sons, Michael, who was in first grade and Erik, a second grader, also resided in the class, and both her sons had crushes on me, and I knew it. Despite the fact they were separated by a little over a year, she always clothed them the same and bought them identical school supplies. I always thought it was a little funny since they weren’t twins, but I didn’t make fun of them for it since even at that young age, I thought it would be rude.Two days before Valentine’s Day, which landed on a Sunday this year, Mrs. M. asked us to all make Valentine’s Day cards for our fellow students in the class. Mrs. M provided the paper, but we used our own glue, scissors and markers. I chose a clean white sheet and a dark red piece of paper for the heart in my Valentine. I carefully cut out a big heart from the red paper and glued it to the white piece. Then I cut out little pieces of red paper for confetti and, after rubbing glue over the bottom of the white paper, sprinkled my homemade confetti over it. Some glue had gotten on my fingers so I wiped my hands on my pants after glancing around quickly to make sure Mrs. M. didn’t notice. I was almost finished; all I had left was the text. I opened my desk to take out my marker box, but as I looked through my old papers, and my text books, it soon became apparent that I had left my markers at home.“Does anyone have a marker I could use?” I inquired while looking around.“Here Alecia, use my marker.” Insisted Erik, holding outstretched a fat blue marker.“No, I have one you can use.” Cut in Michael, the same marker in this hand.I looked at them for a moment. Michael seated in the chair behind me, and Erik in the seat across from mine. Both markers were exactly the same, so the question remained: whose affection would I accept? The older or younger?Eight-year-old Erik: still chubby with baby fat and a loud obnoxious attitude, and the propensity for trying to slap the girl’s behinds, including my eighth grade sister’s/Or Michael: quiet, soft spoken, but a killer sense of humor.Erik was my age, but Michael was only seven, and as children, one year can make a lot of difference. Hesitating for only a moment longer, I reached out and took hold of Michael’s marker. Erik scowled at me and turned back in his chair, still clutching his rejected marker. Michael flashed me a champion’s grin a he sat just a little prouder in his chair. I pulled the cap off and began to write in big letters on my valentine’s Day heart, “Happy valentine’s Day, Michael,” but as I wrote the marker began to dry up and just as I completed the ‘y’ in ‘day’ the ink was no longer visible.Michael’s marker had dried up. I looked up to see Erik still gazing at me, and my work. He stared at my paper, and then back at his marker. Silently, he opened his marker box and placed it inside and then slowly closed the lid.

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On August 10th 2007 onaipwolf Said: 
onaipwolf It's based in reality, but I changed some details.
On July 1st 2007 xxcassiejayxx Said: 
xxcassiejayxx That's a good story, and cute lol, is it true?
On June 20th 2007 ThisIsTheDay Said: 
ThisIsTheDay haha..adorable. i love it. -Lozer™
On June 20th 2007 crazkoala Said: 
crazkoala cute, with a deep meaning.