The blonde haired girl sat down on a small hill.
"Gah…I never knew…" she sighed, twirling the chunk of hair that was her ponytail. "Family…relations…card games?"
She turned around, scanning the area for other people. No one in sight.
She had heard a male's voice, but no one was around. She looked down.
"Huh?" she cried out.
She had spotted a boy's head, with roughly the same hair colour as she had.
"What?" the boy said, looking up.
She crawled backwards into the sand. The boy heard her move, and looked on the small hill. There she was, cowering.
"Uh-" she began. "I'm Isra."
The boy didn't respond immediately.
She rose to her full height.
"I said, I'm Isra." She snarled.
The boy glared. "Marik Ishtar."
She glared back. "It's nice to meet you, Marik."
He bit his lip.
Isra grabbed her small, white bag and tried to scurry off.
"Wait." Marik said behind her.
She turned with lightning speed. "Yes?"
"What's your last name?" he asked.
She crossed her arms. "I'm Isra Shaheen."
His violet orbs lit up. "My sister-"
Isra was already walking away.
"That's nice…I'll see you later, loverboy!" she said rudely.
He rolled his eyes and sighed. Why did all girls do this to him.
"Maybe I will." He smirked.