Max's POV

       He called her name,but she ran from him. The question  was why and where did she go in such a hurry?

       He hoped it was not anything serious.  He went home disappointed as he wanted to ask her something.

      He arrived with the card still hidden in his backpack it was unlike the ones he had given the others. It was a special  one for a special girl. To bad, he lost his chance to give it to her.

      Perhaps, the way she rushed off , there was a possibility, she might have turned him down anyway. He was always quick to assume the worst. Why should it be different now?

      It was not like he told anyone about his crush. He could not  take the ridicule for it. He rather keep such things to himself.

      An opportunity lost does not mean it is the end.

      He was determined to try again no matter how many years it took. Yes, he was going to give her the Valentine, if it was the last thing, he did.

    With a new determination, he purchased some flowers,nut free candy,and wrote some poetry. This way, he was all set for his brilliant  plan B. He felt as if his heart might leap out of his chest, if it were possible,from the excitement of it all.

      He straightened his tie.

    "Well, there is a ninety-eight percent chance this will work, and I believe that is better than a zero percentage chance. It seems the odds are in my favour."

         The story continues in Chapter 3
          bye-bye, little owlets!
          Summer out!

    Published  3-11-2022