12 Pouring Out Your Heart

CHAPTER 12 POURING OUT YOUR HEART After school, I empty out my piggy bank and go to the art store. I've turned into a romaniac. I buy the biggest piece of pink paper I can find. This is going to be larger than the monstrous chicken heart from my nightmare. WE ALSO HAVE LACE. SUPER! DO YOU HAVE GLITTER, TOO?

I buy lace, silver glitter, and glue. And I have enough money left over for a blue pen. I tell the salesman it's all for my mother. I carefully carry everything home, get a pair of scissors, and lock myself in my room. I cut out a giant heart. What a wonderful shape! What a beautiful color! COOL! GRRRR

I take my new blue pen and draw Cupid. As I remember, a cupid is a little baby with wings, wearing a diaper and holding a bow. He shoots arrows into your heart and you're in love. That's the way I feel about Tiffany. What a beautiful name— I just love to say it. 'Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany I exclaim. Cupid has hurled a harpoon into my heart.