Class cupid.

Our teacher, Mrs. Gariano, told us to make a valentine for someone special. So, of course, I was making one for my best friend, Heather.

As I was getting more glitter from Mrs. Gariano's desk, I saw the card that quiet David was working on. Fancy! His hand covered most of it. But I could see the name. Sort of. It ended with t-h-e-r.

That had to be--Heather! She was the only person in our class whose name ended with those letters. So I scrambled over to tell her about David's card.

"Oh!" Heather glowed. "David's nice.... And cute."

I knew she would be excited.

And I knew David liked her. Even though he never, ever talked to her. It was the way he never looked at her--except when he thought she wasn't looking. Then he was all gaga-eyed.

But still, I was surprised he was making her a card. Because David is shy. Super shy. Just like Heather.

"Aren't you going to make him a card?" I asked when I noticed that Heather was just sitting there, smiling. Actually, she looked sort of gaga-eyed herself.

She blushed. "Uh, should I?"

"Yeah!"

Feeling like Class Cupid, I quickly helped her make a card for David. We made it fancy--like his. And super glittery.

Then I rushed it over to him. "Hey, David!"

But hold everything!

His card didn't say "Heather." It said ... "Mother."

Oh no! My heart sank.

Guess I wasn't going to be Class Cupid after all.

Whoops!

"Uh, nice card." I tried to smile, but it was hard. I felt sweaty. And kind of sick. (Bad idea! Bad, bad idea!)

Poor Heather! She was going to be so disappointed.

Still, I tried to smile. Tried to act normal--cheerful, even. Because it wasn't David's fault. It was mine. "Your, uh, mom will love it," I said.

"Yeah." David looked happy. But then he looked curious. "What do you have there?"

I quickly hid Heather's valentine behind my back. "Uh, nothing. I have to go."

As I was backing away, I accidentally dropped the card. No! David picked it up. He stared at it with wide eyes. "This is for me?"

What could I say? I mean, it said David right across the front. In big gold letters.

"Uh ..." was my brilliant answer.

Heather was going to be so embarrassed. She would never, ever send a valentine to a boy. Never. (Unless I--what was I thinking?--told her to.) This was all a horrible misunderstanding.

I wanted to say, "Sorry, it's for a different David. He goes to a different school." Only I couldn't get the words out. My mouth was dry. Like I swallowed sandpaper or something.

"Wow." David stared at the card. "It's really ... wow."

He seemed impressed. And pleased.

Maybe Heather wouldn't be that embarrassed.

"It's from Heather," I choked out.

"Heather?" He was surprised. I could tell. But he looked happy, too. Extremely happy.

I smiled. "Yeah. She said you're really nice." I stopped myself from adding that she thought he was cute, too.

Maybe this mix-up wouldn't be such a disaster after all.

But then I remembered that David hadn't made a fancy card for Heather as we'd thought.

She was going to be sad about that.

I glanced over at Heather. She was sitting at her desk with rosy cheeks. She looked excited, waiting for her card.

"I think Heather's really nice, too," David said.

I spun back toward him. "She is. She's the best!" I raised my eyebrows. I had an idea. "Maybe you could make her a card!"

David looked doubtful. "There isn't much time left."

"I'll help!" I blurted out. "Come on."

We glued and glittered. And glued and glittered. And ... glued and glittered some more. I wanted Heather's card to be just as fancy as David's. Fancier. We finished just as the bell rang.

Let me tell you, that card was fancy.

I knew Heather would love it.

And she did.

"Wow," she said when I gave it to her. She stared at the card. "David really is nice."

I smiled. "He said you're nice, too."

Of course, then I had to explain the whole mixed-up Mother-card thing. Grrr! But everything worked out terrific, right?

So, in the end, I figured: Class Cupid--yes, that's me.