I noticed my stomach grumbling, the sun out too bright, and my poems become messes about Mear, love, death, hate, whatever else you could describe in a negative way. I wasn't describing Mear at all like that, the poems were just turning out that way.
I stood up, grabbed my poem book, and headed back inside, the sun almost hitting my face. Too much sun and I would burn and faint. Just a mess really for ghost Pokemon.
Once I headed back inside and went to the second floor, finding chatter among everybody. Apparently, it must be about that Valentine's Day Ball or something or other. Maybe some embarressements that went on in the morning daylight or something else.
I headed into the pantry in the kitchen, finding some black licorice or some chocolate. I grabbed both and headed out of the pantry. This was my breakfast.
I passed by Mear on the way back to my room. Apparently, he was having to be agreed to go to the Valentine's Day Ball. I felt sorry for him all of a sudden. There was a look in his eye that showed he really didn't want to go. I understood how he was feeling. I hated Valentine's Day.
"Oh, Shupple, are you going to go to the Valentine's Day Ball?" I heard Lupe ask just as I turned around to go to my room. I turned back to her and sighed.
"No, I don't think so." She whined which made me roll my eyes.
"Why not?" She asked more seriously.
"I hate Valentine's Day. Simple as that." Then I figured I shouldn't have said that. Her face had practically lit up. I struck a nerve.
"You're acting the same way as Mear was just now! Why do you hate it?!" she exclaimed, which made a few heads turn. I didn't want to attract attention now of all places.
"I never had a friend or guy to like in my life. The only people I ever loved were my parents, and they're missing. I have no reason to celebrate Valentine's Day, Lupe," I told her solemnly. I didn't even want to talk about this topic now that she's brought it up.
She paused.
"At least consider it, okay? You don't have any friends?" Now she brought up this topic.
"I only have Mear as a friend. Nobody else," I sighed and this time she rolled her eyes.
"We're all your friends here, Shupple." Barely any people agreed.
"I'm just bad luck. It's bad to be around me, that's all," I muttered as I headed the opposite way as Lupe handed me a flier. I snatched it and headed to my door. This wasn't making me feel any better.
Once I entered my room, I slammed the door and ripped the flier in half. Like I said to her, I hate Valentine's Day. I sat on my bed and grabbed a book off of my new bookcase. It looked like the horror type of books that I loved, so I started to read it. I found it surprisingly addicting.
I laid down on my bed, noticing on the walls that the writing was increasing, probably taking words from my poems and splashing them on the wall. I didn't mind.
My poem book fell out of my hand and onto my bed, I now hearing the light bulb lighting up this hallway breaking. Huh. Must of broke out of what I was feeling.
Everything was quiet again, and I just continued to read, not paying attention to the time, or the person who entered my room. I wasn't even sure who it was until I turned my head. It looked like... Mear...
