Literature
Valentine's Day
“Blech,” Susie Derkins muttered to herself, scowling at her desk. Like she needed a reminder that Valentine’s Day was coming up; for the twelfth year in a row, she wouldn’t have a Valentine. She’d never even had a boyfriend, as a matter of fact. “Who needs one anyway?” she grumbled, staring glumly at the math worksheet on the desk in front of her. She snuck a glance to her left, where Calvin Jones sat, working diligently at the worksheet she hadn’t even started. How Calvin, the terror and bane of her childhood, had managed to get into Advanced Calculus, she had no clue. Of course, he’d nev