Mark Taylor walked into school with his head facing the ground
completely clad in black as usual. He got to his locker where his best
friend Ronny was waiting for him.
"Hey." Ronny greeted him monotonously.
"Hey Ronny, what's up?" Mark asked as he stuffed some books in his locker and pulled out others.
"Nothing, except there's a blonde chick staring at you." Ronny informed his friend.
"What?" Mark looked up suddenly. Sure enough, a blonde girl in jeans and a purple sweater just down the hallway was looking back at him, but she suddenly turned away. "Weird." Mark thought aloud as he closed his locker and headed to his first class. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kamaria walked away, she'd found Mark but didn't know how to approach him. Fortunately she didn't need to find her own way because when she walked into fifth period English, he was already there. She casually walked over to him holding onto her purple heart. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mark was sat in class waiting for class to start when the same blonde girl from earlier walked in and locked eyes with him. She walked over to him and a smile spread across her face, something about her smile was familiar to him.
"Hi Marki." She smiled at him. Mark just starred at her.
"Marki?" Ronny laughed at his friend.
"Shut up man." Mark told his friend. "I can't believe this, Kami?" Mark asked as he turned back to her.
"Yep, I'm back!" Kami informed him and they embraced in a tight hug that had been waiting over three years to happen. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mark and Kami walked home together that day just talking. They found out a lot was different, Mark was very into everything black and punk, while Kamaria still loved purple and was more of a preppy pop-rock girl. An awkward silence fell between them. Kami had expected to see the same Mark she remember, especially what she thought was his soft side. This Mark had a hard shell around his heart that almost made her feel sorry for him.
"So, um, do you still take Karate?" Kami asked trying to make conversation.
"Yea, I'm a brown belt now."
"That's great!" Kami nodded.
"You still dance?"
"Yea, but not as much." Again the silence fell between them.
"Um, I'll see you around." Kami said and she speed up and sighed. She learned the hard way that people change and you never really can go home again.
"Hey." Ronny greeted him monotonously.
"Hey Ronny, what's up?" Mark asked as he stuffed some books in his locker and pulled out others.
"Nothing, except there's a blonde chick staring at you." Ronny informed his friend.
"What?" Mark looked up suddenly. Sure enough, a blonde girl in jeans and a purple sweater just down the hallway was looking back at him, but she suddenly turned away. "Weird." Mark thought aloud as he closed his locker and headed to his first class. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Kamaria walked away, she'd found Mark but didn't know how to approach him. Fortunately she didn't need to find her own way because when she walked into fifth period English, he was already there. She casually walked over to him holding onto her purple heart. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mark was sat in class waiting for class to start when the same blonde girl from earlier walked in and locked eyes with him. She walked over to him and a smile spread across her face, something about her smile was familiar to him.
"Hi Marki." She smiled at him. Mark just starred at her.
"Marki?" Ronny laughed at his friend.
"Shut up man." Mark told his friend. "I can't believe this, Kami?" Mark asked as he turned back to her.
"Yep, I'm back!" Kami informed him and they embraced in a tight hug that had been waiting over three years to happen. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mark and Kami walked home together that day just talking. They found out a lot was different, Mark was very into everything black and punk, while Kamaria still loved purple and was more of a preppy pop-rock girl. An awkward silence fell between them. Kami had expected to see the same Mark she remember, especially what she thought was his soft side. This Mark had a hard shell around his heart that almost made her feel sorry for him.
"So, um, do you still take Karate?" Kami asked trying to make conversation.
"Yea, I'm a brown belt now."
"That's great!" Kami nodded.
"You still dance?"
"Yea, but not as much." Again the silence fell between them.
"Um, I'll see you around." Kami said and she speed up and sighed. She learned the hard way that people change and you never really can go home again.