Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24933431-20140513114723

It was almost that time of year; Valentines Day, and 17-year-old Flynn was alone just like always. One day, Flynn spotted a girl that he knew of, but had never talked to. He knew she was always picked on and called a slut ever since her boyfriend dumped her and told everyone she cheated on him with five other guys. Flynn decided to go talk to her. The girls name was Florence, she was born in France apparently. She saw him and was about to get up, but he stopped her and said he just wanted to talk to her. She was nervous, but agreed. They began talking for the rest of the lunch period before having to go to class. Flynn was really starting to like her. The next day, Flynn went up to her, face red, sweating just a bit, and asked her flat out; would you be my valentine? Florence was shocked, but after a minute of thinking, nodded her head. Flynn smiled and hugged her, they spent the rest of the day together, just talking. After school, Flynn followed her home, and exclaimed that he was going to give her a very special present for Valentines Day; his heart. Florence blushed and giggled. They went their separate ways for the evening. The week had gone by as it was now the day before Valentines Day. Flynn was acting weird today, sketchy and distant towards Florence. She wanted to ask him what was wrong, but he only ignored her. She was upset by that, and went home after school. It was now Saturday, Valentines Day. Florence rushed over to Flynn’s house to see her present and spend the day with him. When she got there, the house was empty, but the door was wide open. She went in, looking for Flynn. She saw the stairs and ascended them, finding Flynn’s bedroom door partially open. She opened the door, and found Flynn lying in his bed, only he wasn’t sleeping. He was dead, holding his heart in his hand, a large opening in his chest. Florence screamed and fell backwards, seeing a note scribbled in blood on the wall; “ Roses are red, violets are blue, I give you my heart, how about you?”  