Eleanor:
It was an overcast day, and Ivory beach was no exception. The wind howled and the waves crashed aggressively against the sea wall sending water droplets spraying everywhere. The promenade was deserted except for a mysterious figure, it was a young girl of average height. She walked stooped over her hands shoved deeply into the pockets of her blue duffle jacket. Her long and curly red hair was tucked under a floppy red beanie and she wore baggy denim jeans over her wide hips. This girl was called Eleanor. Eleanor was 17 years old and lived with her aunt and uncle in Chicago and had 3 younger siblings. Two years ago Eleanor lived in a small house with her mum and step dad, she attended a secondary school and even had a boyfriend PARK. Until things took a turn for the worst her stepfather realised she was seeing a boy and threatened to kill her, by this time her mum had had enough sending Eleanor away because 'she was causing too much disruption'. Eleanor had no-one, thinking about it Eleanor never had anyone other than Park. Park wasn't just a boyfriend he was someone who would listen, someone she could console someone she knew wouldn't leave her even if he had too.
Park:
Park sat alone in the dojo sweat dripping down his forhead his body slumped over. Park was depressed from the day he watched Eleanor walk away and leave her red curls swaying as she walked he was heartbroken. Park had gone into school and sat by himself usually staring at the table where she would sit with her friends, occasionally he would hangout with Tina and watch as she tried to flirt and win over his heart but he knew he could never love anyone like he loved Eleanor. Parks brother Josh was even worse now he was 14 and had a new girlfriend every week, Park had also grown older finally receiving his divers licence and cutting his hair into a smooth slick back quiff. But he still missed her like a piece of him had been taken away.