Each Memory, A Bigger Flame

I flick to the next memory and remember that it isn't a photograph but a card. A sheet of A4 paper folded in half to make it A5. Beautiful little stickers and drawings cover the front and left inside page. I look again at front and notice the brown dirt on it. I frown a little at this before I place it open onto the small fire.

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I walk to school and I cant wait to meet Frankie. We always meet at the big oak tree. Its one of my favourite things in school. and only the grades 2 and under can go near it so we don't have to worry about bullies or bigger kids coming and being mean to us.

I walk across the grass until the big tree comes into my view and I see some one standing under it. I look closer and see its who I wanted to see. I begin to run over and Frankie turns around just in time to catch me while I jump at him for a hug.

He holds me up in the air and I giggle slightly before he puts me down. "Xantia I have something to give you" He says while his face goes a light shade of pinky red. "What is it Frankie?"

I see him pull out something from his back. All I see is a slight white before he hides it again. "I hope you like it" he says while his face grows a brighter red. He passes me what he was hiding and I examine it very carefully not wanting to brake it.

Theres a picture on the front of us with some little stickers around it and I couldn't help but stare at it. I open it to see more drawings of things on the left page. On th right page is a note written in my favourite colour. Blue.

To Xantia

I hope you like the card I made you.
Mummy said on valentines day you give a card to someone that mean a lot to you.
So I chose you.
You really mean a lot to me and if I lost you I would cry A LOT!
Happy Valentines day

Frankie

I look at Frankie and I see him starting to get a little nervous. I place the card down on the ground followed by my bag and I run up to him again and hug him. "Awww Frankie you made it for me?" I ask while he seems a little shocked of my sudden actions.

"Of course I made it for you who else would I give it to?" He says with a little laugh. We stand there hugging until the bell rings and we walk into school laughing and giggling. As soon as we get to class I remember I left the card outside.

I throw my hand up and ask if I could go toilet. The teacher says yes and I run out to the tree not actually going to the toilet. Before I get to the tree I see some bigger kids in 6th grade. They look at my card while stepping on it and laughing.

I run up to the card after they left and see a big muddy boot print on my card. I fall to my knees and start to cry. I hear some one walk over me and ask if im ok. I look and see its Frankie so I hold up the card and start crying again.

He comes down to his knees and hugs me while I cry into his shoulder. I go home that day clean most of the mud off before putting the card on my bed side table and I cry myself to sleep.

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I feel a tear drop onto my leg and I watch the card burn. When I was little that card meant every thing to me and when that kid stepped on it that day I felt sad beyond compare. But I guess theres no need to cry over it now.

I wipe my tears away with my hand and flick to the next memory.

Notes

Poor Xantia :(
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