Meeting Marcel

A Change Of Things

After school, Marcel and I walked back to his house. We talked about how he can stop getting beat up.

"Hey, how about I sign you up for boxing?" I blurted out.

"I-i don't know, Felicity. It's just, do you think that will work?"He replied.

"Yeah, I think it will. Please give it a chance?" I begged.

He gave me a worried look.

"Please,please,please!!"I begged

"Ok"

"Yay!"

So when we got to his house, I heard his mum yell his name.

"How was school, Marcel?" she asked.

"I-it was good." he said.

"And who is this?" she asked.

" Mum, this is Felicity."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Styles."I say politely.

"Oh please call me Anne." she says with a smile.

"Were gonna go up to my room to study."Marcel said

Anne smiled and he lead me to his room. It was nice. there was a clean bed and a desk with a laptop on it. Not much but I could expect that with him.

It got late and I was gonna go home, but he insisted that I stay so I did.

I woke up by myself, I had no alarm clock so that was hard for me. When I got out I say that Marcel had just gotten out of the shower. He had a towel tightly tied around his waist. His curls were loose and he had no glasses. Wow he looked different I bet of he looked like that all the time people would stop betting him up. I'd give him that idea later, because right now I have to go to school.

When we got to school, I saw that Cris was waiting for us by the door.

"What do you want?" I ask.

" Oh not much. just see this guy get hurt." He pointed at Marcel. Marcel burried his face in his books. He tried to get threw the doors, but Cris blocked the entrance and tripped him. Marcel fell down right by the curb of the street.

"What's your problem!" I yell at Cris. He smiled and I threw a punch. With my luck, it hit him right in his eye. He looked at me astonished. Then he ran in the school.

I ran to the curb to help Marcel get up. His thick glasses broke, they snapped in half and the lenses cracked.

"I think it's about time you get some contacts."

I smile and he smiled back at me.

"That's actually a good idea." He said. I helped Marcel get around the school because he has terrible vision. It's a good thing we have the same classes.

We walked into our fist class and handed in the assignment. To our luck, she accepted it a day early. She smiled and we found some seats.