Sometimes I think about you.
Your great smile.
That scary shaking laughing thing you did.
And then I remember all the stupidity I had to deal with.
The childishness and the games.
...
"MAAARK!! IT'S TIME FOR DINNER!" yells my 4 year old brother Jeremy from down the stairs. I rise up from my chair, leaving my unfinished poetry, and retreat downstairs. The aroma of alfredo sauce topped with basil warms my cheeks as I walk into the dining room, complete with my family. My mom, my dad, my brother, and my very first sister. They all have dark brown hair and hazel eyes. I have dark brown hair too, except my eyes are darker. We quickly clasp our hands in prayer and then begin to pile pasta on our plates.
"So Mark, how do you feel about your upcoming school year? " Mom asks.
I munch slowly on my food, as to save time to think. But my mouth deceives me and I swallowed it.
"I'm ready, although I haven't finished all of my work yet. I still have a week." I reply, hastily stuffing a bigger forkful of pasta in my mouth.
"Bestah get that done son. Or else you'll fall behind the fish. We don't need that." My dad says sternly.
I nod and finish my dinner.
My brother is excited about his first year of school.
Figures, he doesn't know about homework or class projects yet.
I roll my eyes and go back upstairs. Sliding into the bathroom, I sigh with relief.
Not relief that I made it to the bathroom on time, but relief that they didn't ask me anymore questions.
Now, sitting on the toilet, I reminisce on the last day of school. Sophomore year
~~~'Flash back~~~
"HEY! MARK!!" yells a platinum blonde from across the hall.
Whipping around, I'm now face to face with my best friend Angela.
Laughing nervously, she takes a step back. And then proceeds to hug the lights out of me.
"Hello Angela" I reply softly. "Ready for summer?"
Even though I already know the answer, she rambles on about "the beach and the new anime she 's going to watch and new makeup she's getting and how she's breathing and yada yada yada"
"Angela." She keeps talking. "Aaangela" She's STILL talking. "ANGELA!" I yell.
She finally stops talking and has this stupid look on her face.
"What? I was almost done!" She says, crossing her arms defensively.
"Right. It's time to see what teachers we're getting next year. We can talk about the differences between Maybeline and Covergirl later." i say mockingly.
I step into my first class, English 2 and sit on the edge of the middle row. People start to trickle in after me, sitting spaced apart. I count silently as the number rises from 7 to 24. An older man comes in rushing, slams the door, and throws his stuff on a desk.
"I'm sorry guys! My name is Mr. Havern and I'll be teaching English 2."
He's about 50 with messy salt and pepper hair. He's slightly heavyset but he moves quickly. I lean back in my chair and glance across the room. I catch someones' eye. They smile. This guy has shiny blonde hair and green eyes. He's lanky but has a bit of muscle. I tear my eyes away and look down at Mr. Havern.
Out the corner of my eye, I still see him looking.
Half an hour later, class is dismissed. I pack up the unnecessary pencil and paper I put out and walk out. Expecting Angela to jump out at me, I slip into a corner by the door. I failed miserably because Angela snuck from behind the door and scared me while I thought the coast was clear. She helped me up, laughing and handed me a note. I smirked at her childishness and opened the note, expecting her usual stupidity. It read:
"Hi. Can we be friends?"
Angela read over my shoulder and cooed.
"Awwwwwh!! Marky got a loooooove letter on the last day!" She squealed.
"It said FRIENDS, Ang. C'mon It's time for 2nd." I said crumpling the letter into my pocket and walking off.
~~~End Flashback~~~
That was the first day I saw you.
