On our first date he did everything right and I mean everything. We went to a park which was absolutely beautiful and the thing was the gates were closed so we had to jump over and we were all alone together in the night. We kissed on an old wooden bench and craved our names into a old tree. He said he never met anyone like me and I believed him because I could see it in his eyes. Next time we were going to go to his house and I loved the idea. 'On Monday' he said, I hates Mondays.
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That Monday though was exiting and I wondered all day about the meeting. Finally it was five minutes to the last lesson. I wondered and wondered until the bell finally rang and I rushed out of the classroom. In the parking lot stood Marks next to a small ford. He kissed me as a welcome and helped me into the car. When we were both inside he told me how he took the car from his dad and that he doesn't have a licence. The police was everywhere in California, but he didn't care and drove us to his house. He was the perfect guy, I needed him.
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His room was completely different to the rest of the house. All four walls were painted grey and were plastered with posters of random bands. Also there were newspaper cuttings and pictures. Also above the bed I noticed a lot of writing in pen. It was an amazing place. We sat on his bed and talked for ages until we decided to get food. We went to the kitchen and took some soda and crisps. Every time I grabbed for something from a shelf he seized the opportunity to grab my bare back and hold me in his arms. I loved it. I loved it when he held me.
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I decided to drop out of school, but it was sort of impossible so instead I decided to miss as many lessons as I could. All my free time I spent with Mark. We either went to the mall or the park, but what I loved the most was when he played the guitar for me in his room. He wrote songs many of which I realised were about out 6 month relationship. My birthday came soon after my decision about school. Mark took me to a restaurant and then to his house where we watched movies and listened to the emptiness of the house. I was 16 I thought when Mark came and sat next to me on his bed with his guitar and started to sing - ' She's my necessity, If she believes I know I'll be alright' It was a new song, one I loved forever.
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I met his friends a couple of weeks after that. It was summer and we had a fire on the beach near the rocky side in the bay. I always loved the views and admired them even more as I stuffed my mouth with roasted marshmallows and washed them down with some beer. It was a perfect night and I loved his friends, but I knew something was wrong.
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By the time I realised I was falling in love badly it was all too late. Mark and I made an amazing relationship. In the Christmas holidays Mark promised to stay with me and let his family goo of to the vacation alone. He didn't mind it and he knew I loved him for that. On Christmas eve we had a dinner together - Only us two as my parents were gone too. Soon came the time for presents. I unwrapped mine and so did he. Mark looked at the photo of me and him I gave him and smiled and then kissed me. When I opened my small box inside there was a bracelet - not any old one, this beauty had small emeralds in silver. It was gorgeous. I have never imagined a better Christmas. When it got dark we both went upstairs and slept together. Mark hugged me tight, he knew I loved it and I hoped he would never let go.
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We broke the law. That's what I wanted to do in the beginning - go crazy and that's what I did. It was fun and I cant deny it but I cant remember when it got too far, There was stealing at the beginning and smoking in busses, but when it got to killing I seemed to forget the world. Every single person who insulted us at the pub would get beaten up and left to bleed on the street. And we would run. Run as fast as we could. And running was our only escape. But running is the thing I didn't do in the end.
