I was with my friends in the locker room. Laughing at something Simon had said. Simon was my best friend. The one I trusted the most out of all the guys on the team. I had been with him since second grade. We met while playing tag.
The day we met; I was sitting alone on the bench. I was a transfer student at Mayfield Elementary. I looked anxious. I watched the other kids play, squeal, and giggle.
"Hey, do you want to play tag with us?" A blond-haired boy asked.
I looked up at him. He gave me a friendly, crooked smile. A smile he still has to this day. I nod slowly and smile softly.
"I'm Simon. What's your name?" He tilted his head as I stood up.
"I'm Mark." He leads me to a group of more kids.
"Guys, this is Mark, my friend. He's playing tag too." Simon said while standing next to me.
That's how we met. I remember when I always used to call him "Simon Says." and how we'd both laugh when he called me "Marker."
We both walked out of the locker room to the hallway together.
We separate when we reach a corner. He had math. When he told me he had math for the first period, I laughed and told him I'd pray for him.
And then I was at the front of Mrs. Lee's classroom. I walked through the glass doors and saw the new seats. I rolled my eyes as Mrs. Lee told me to 'find my name.'
I looked around and was about to ask where I sat until I looked at the desk in the far back corner, where Julian Garcia was. My name is on a sticky note, right next to him. Each group had two tables which meant I had to be Julain's partner for God knows how long. I saw him and scanned his face for a second, which was so readable. It was always like that. I could always tell when Julian was upset or happy. And he looked annoyed like he didn't want to be there. Feelings are mutual.
I pulled the chair and plopped down. Sighing as Mrs. Lee began the lesson. Julian was quiet. But I felt his presence. It annoyed me. I never liked Julian, but I never knew why. Every time I'd see Julian hanging out with other friends and laughing and smiling, it always angered me. Like I wanted to wipe it off. Real quick.
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The Way It Could've Been
RomanceJulian Garcia had always been on the outskirts of popularity. Ever since his mother died, and his father's neglect, it was never easy to fit in anymore. That was until Mark Daniels. Even though Mark Daniels had a terrible life at home, with an abusi...
