Sabrina And The Dreadful Holiday

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It's Valentine's day in school. The weird kid, Sam didn't get any cards for some reason. Sabrina, a classmate feels sorry for him and she gave him one of hers. Sending him a wrong message towards

Sabrina And The Dreadful Holiday


“Okay class, you can start making your cards,” said Ms Clarkson, a young, slender women with blonde hair. She wore a pink dress with white hearts on it. “And remember, you're giving them out after recess.”


“Uggggg,” Sabrina grunted as she planted her face down. Her long, bright red hair fully covered the desk.


Today wasn’t her favorite day: it was the dreaded Valentine’s Day, a time of the year that Sabrina didn’t care for. In fact, she never liked the idea of making cards for her classmates. The only exceptions were Jenna and Claire, since they are the only kids she hung out with. The color pink in general fuelled her desire to punch a hole in the wall…excessively.


She was more of a purple girl. Plus, pink and red clashed way too much together.


However, Sabrina knew she wouldn’t be able to get out of the situation; the teacher would be observing the entire class, so she decided to just to do it. As Sabrina took glue sticks and paper cards out of her desk, Ms Clarkson noticed a brown haired boy, Sam, trying to eat his crayon. Sam had a reputation for…how to put this nicely…being the “oddball” in school. He sat three desks away from Sabrina.


Ms Clarkson politely begged, “Umm…Sam! Please don’t eat your crayons. They’re for drawing.”


Sam whined, “But it’s says that’s its cherry flavor! See!” He held up the crayon. Taking a peek at it, Ms Clarkson read the words “Cherry Color” aloud to Sam. The entire class burst out into giggles over the stupidity.  


Not pleased by the joke, Ms Clarkson sternly warned, “Sam, don’t eat your crayons.”


“Fine,” he groaned.


“Thank you.”


Rolling her eyes, Sabrina thought to herself, Gross but I guess that’s Sam being...well…being Sam.


As the clock on the wall read 11:30 am, the entire class began finishing up their cards before lunch break at noon. Working diligently, Sabrina grabbed her liquid glue and outlined her last heart-shaped card. Rubbing it, she made sure the glue was spread evenly along the borders before dumping massive loads of red glitter on it. Putting on the finishing touches, she wrote “Happy Valentine’s Day” in black ink.


I hope Kyle will like this, Sabrina said to herself. Kyle, the boy with black hair that sat in front of her in class, she kind of, sort of had a crush on. “I think he is the last one. Right?


After Recess


As the bell rang, the entire class rushed inside to begin the card exchange. Taking the letters they had made in the morning, the children marched around the classroom, delivering their parchments into decorated boxes that sat atop their desks. Once the deliveries were done, Ms Clarkson told her students to return to their desks.


“Ok!” said Ms Clarkson with a smile. “Is everyone back at their seats?”


The whole class shouted, “Yes, Ms Clarkson!”


“Alright then, you can look inside your boxes now,” chimed Ms Clarkson, “But…slowly! And make sure to thank the person who gave a card to you.”


The class repeats, “Yes, Ms Clarkson!”


“Ok.” Ms Clarkson paused. “Go!”


Flinging her box open in unison with the congregation, Sabrina checked to see what she had obtained. To her surprise, she discovered more letters inside her box than expected. She even got a card from Kyle, which read “Happy Valentine’s Day! From: Kyle.” Blushing, Sabrina thought it was sweet of him to give her a card this year. Unfortunately, Sabrina couldn’t give Kyle his card due to the glue still drying. It had to wait till after school, sadly.


A quiet voice spoke near her: “I can’t believe it.”


Sabrina turned her head to witness Sam shaking his box, but not producing any letters, except for the one from Ms Clarkson, which she gave to every one of her students.  His friend, Brian, had left all his cards at home, so he didn’t even have that…and everybody knows the card your teacher gives doesn’t count.



Saddened by the results, Sam hung his head low and quietly sobbed to himself. Feeling the pain and remorse, Sabrina’s guilt for forgetting to make him a card compelled her to grab one of her own. Making hasty changes, she erased the names from a card she had received and replaced them with hers and his.


Just because Sam was the oddball, doesn’t make it right for the whole class to snub him. She pushed her purple wheelchair out from her desk without hesitation; Sabrina wheeled herself over to Sam with the edited card in hand. Arriving at his desk, Sam’s head remained face down in shame. He didn’t acknowledge Sabrina ’s presence.


Trying to be polite, Sabrina stuttered, “Hey… S-Sam, I have…this for you.” She presented the card to him. Stopping his quiet weeping, Sam abruptly took the card from her and opened it up. Smiling at the generosity of Sabrina, he immediately thanked her, as the teardrops continued to roll down his face. Sabrina apologized, “Sorry I didn’t give it to you sooner.” She then proceeded to tell a harmless lie: “It’s just that I now found it in the back of my desk.”


Sam read the card. “It’s says I’m bananas for you and it has a monkey holding a banana. I love it! Ha! Thank you so much,” replied Sam as he continued to laugh at the corny joke.


Sabrina responded, “I’m glad you like it. Have a great day.” She smiled at him before returning to her desk.



The End of the School Day


Heading out of the school, Sabrina waved goodbye to her friends as she turned a separate direction to go home. She didn’t mind the lonely trek; it gave her moments to think about seeing Sam beaming like he did and how he had laughed at her joke.


Overall, it had made her day just as much as his.


Suddenly, someone shouted, “HEY! Sabrina, wait up!”


She turned around to see Sam running up towards her and panting. Catching up to her, he stuttered, “Can...I w—” He stopped at the W-word. “Can I take…you home”?


Why do people do that? Sabrina thought. The W-word isn’t even a bad one. I even use it sometimes. Being in a wheelchair doesn't define her. Why cant she be “Sabrina, the redhead” instead of “Sabrina, the poor girl in the wheelchair”?

Sabrina replied, “Umm, you can say, ‘walk.’ It’s not a bad word.”


Sam blushed, turning as red as Sabrina’s hair. She signed. “…Sure if that isn’t a problem for you.”


“Oh not at all.” Sam winked, “By the way, that card was so funny with the banana and monkey.”


“That was kinda the joke.” Sabrina rolled her eyes, completely oblivious to Sam’s flirty attitude.  


They Continued Walking to Sabrina’s Home…


“…And the doctor told me if I stopped pulling at my hair then I wouldn’t get so many bald spots,” Sam commented. He’d managed to tell all kinds of awkward stories in such a short while. Luckily for her, home was a just few feet away, and she’d never felt more relieved to see it.


Approaching the front door, Sabrina thanked Sam for his kind deed.


“You’re welcome,” said Sam.


“Soooo…. See you on Monday?” asked Sabrina. She was not quite sure what she could add to this extremely uncomfortable situation.


“Ok,” he replied. “See you.”


Sabrina quickly rolled herself into the house and locked the door. “Monday?”


Though she was happy to get away from the awkward trip home, Sabrina still thought it was nice for him to walk her home. She hung her backpack up on the coat rack and called out her return from school. Strolling past the living room, Sabrina spotted her older brother, Travis, watching some superhero cartoon on TV. Her dad was sitting in a chair reading the daily newspaper. Soaring into the kitchen, she found her mother. Anna cooking up supper by the oven. Her mother was a redhead just like her.


“Hey Sabrina. How was school?”


Sabrina was flat in her expression. “It was fine.


“Really?” her mother teased her. “Did any cute boys give you cards?”


“What?” said Sabrina, offended by the fact her mother had asked “that” question. She stressed, “Mother! You know I don’t like those dummies.”


Anna laughed. “Oh sweetheart, take a joke.” She gave Sabrina a gentle nudge on her shoulder.


“Alright…” Sabrina paused. “Mom, can I ask you a question?”


“Sure, what is it?”


“Umm.” Sabrina hesitated to ask. “What do you do when a boy likes you but you don’t feel the same way about him?” She looked down on the floor.


Anna advised, “I would tell him that you're flattered by the offer, but you're just not interested.” She wondered, “Who is he anyway?”


Sabrina answered with shame in her voice. “Sam. He walked me home today.”


“Aw, that’s so cute!” Her mother cracked-up. “You two would be a darling couple.”


Sabrina wanted to gag on the thought, and she let out a loud, “EWW!!! Mom! I'm ten.”


“Sabrina, lighten up.” Her mother gently hit her over the head with a newspaper. “I was joking. Besides, no boys until high school, missy.”


“Uuuuggggg,” Sabrina snorted.


“Sabrina has a boyfriend?” her dad called out from the living room.


“Should I beat him up?” Travis shouted after.


Sabrina face planted on the dinner table for the second time that day. She would hear about this for the whole weekend.



As the kids returned to school the following Monday, Sam told Brian that he had obsessed over Sabrina’s letter all weekend and that he wanted to ask her to become his boyfriend. Brian agreed with the idea but told him to wait until recess to do so. Sam agreed, but it kept him anxious all morning.


When the clock read 12:00 pm, the entire class burst from the school and out into the playground. Among the scene of girls and boys, Sam searched with ambition for Sabrina. Finding her, he began to build up his confidence as he stepped closer and closer to her. Coming within vocal distance, he greeted Sabrina and asked her, without stuttering.


Sabrina blushed. “Sam, I'm really flattered by your interest, but I just don’t feel the same way about you. ” Not believing what he heard, Sam asserted with a laugh, “Ha, very funny Sabrina. Don’t deny it, you like me.” This wasn’t going well.


“Sam, please, no. I don’t.... Well…I mean, I like you as a friend—”  


A blonde girl, Dana interrupted: the meanest girl in school. “Aw, how cute! The couple is arguing. “Another girl with honey colored locks, Sylvia, jumped in. She was Dana’s partner in crime “Sam, you better stop your girlfriend before she dumps you.”


“Buzz off,” Sabrina and Sam replied in unison.


Dana and Sylvia remained un-fazed by the demand and instead continued to harass them. “You know Sam, I wonder how the cripple managed to convince you to ask her out?” said Dana, “Did she threaten to ram you to death?”


“Or maybe she bribed him,” Sylvia added.


Sabrina snapped, “Can you stop?


“Or what,” Dana insisted, “you’ll run away like a normal kid? Oh wait, you can’t! You pathetic loser.”


“Oh. You mean like yourself?” Sam retorted.


The statement left Dana furious and Sylvia disturbed. Therefore, without speaking a word or making up a comeback, they instantly ran off in tense anger.


Meanwhile, the tears began to slide down Sabrina’s face. While she resisted the urge to cry, her old emotional wounds had been slashed open by the thought of not being able to walk.


“What if I am a loser?” she sobbingly asked herself.  


“Don’t say that!” Sam responded. “You aren’t. They don’t what they are talking about, and you have a really cool chair.” He turned her head towards him. “I believe in you.”


Hugging her, Sam wiped the tears from her eyes while she thanked him for saying what she needed to hear. As they let go of each other, Sabrina was thoughtless in her actions and leaned in towards Sam, kissing him on the check. Sam turned beet red in a millisecond.


His mind flooded with the image of what had just happened, and he forgot about the fact that most boys his age would react by saying, “Ewww! Call the cooties doctor!”


Sam didn’t mind it since he knew insulting Dana was going to get him into trouble later. Until then, the kiss had made his day a whole lot better.


Whole lot better.

Submitted: January 30, 2018

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Jim Green

What a sweet little story. I hit the like button. This was well written. :)

Tue, January 30th, 2018 3:20am

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