Jack
I hated school. Being an Irish exchange student in an American school is apparently tougher than it looks. My first month was the toughest. I had to convince every teacher to please call me Jack, the teachers were the only ones asking my name. I wasn't very liked at first. Everyone seemed to ignore me. Besides one person, he was this bad boy type, his name was Mark and, he stared at me alot. But oh well. He seemed like the type of guy that could get anything you needed, ranging from hard drugs, to fake ids. He was so, intimidatingly attractive.
Once we graduated as friends things got different.
Mark
School sucked. No one talked to me cause they were afraid. But oh well, let them be afraid. I had three friends, Bob, Wade, and Felix, but they were graduated already. The only thing I'd even been paying attention to was the new kid. His name was Jack, and he reminded me of a porcelain doll. Beautiful to look at, but you can't play too rough with it or it may break. No one paid any attention to him, so I knew no one wass going after him. He seemed like the flower child, the kind of guy that hates fighting. He was so, enchanting.
Once we graduated as friends, things got different.
