Marco's mouth dropped in shock at the sight of Kelvin. It had been years since he had last seen his old friend, and he couldn't believe that he was standing right in front of him."Kelvin?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.Kelvin turned to face him, his expression one of confusion as he looked at Marco. "Do I know you?" he asked."It's me, Marco," Marco replied, his voice trembling slightly.Kelvin's smile grew as he recognized his old friend. "No way," he said, stepping closer to Marco.Marco laughed as they shook hands, the shock of seeing Kelvin beginning to wear off. "It's me," he repeated, feeling a wave of nostalgia wash over him."How long has it been? Five years?" Kelvin asked, looking at Marco with a mix of excitement and disbelief."I guess. You left without so much as a goodbye," Marco replied, feeling a twinge of hurt as he remembered the day Kelvin had left."It just happened, you know that. I didn't mean for it to happen like that. You know I wouldn't go withou

Marco was upstairs in the room after the fight they just had. He sat on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. He felt drained and exhausted, but he couldn't shake off the anger that was still boiling inside of him.He heard Raina come upstairs, but he didn't turn to look at her. He didn't want to deal with her right now.He could hear her arranging something but he was too tired to care. He would deal with her later"Marco," she said softly, approaching him cautiously. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."But Marco didn't respond. He just sat there, his fists clenched, trying to hold back the rage that threatened to consume him.Raina sat down next to him, her hand resting lightly on his shoulder. "Please, talk to me. What's wrong? I want to help you."But Marco couldn't find the words to express how he was feeling. All he could do was shake his head and try to control his breathing.Raina moved closer to him, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you, Marco. I'm here for y

Marco was tired, he liked meeting friends but he also loved his bed, and all he wanted was to relax in his own space. As he turned the key in the lock, he anticipated the solitude that awaited him. But as he stepped inside and closed the door, he froze in his tracks.David was there, laughing with Raina. They were both cozy and familiar with each other, Marco's heart sank as he watched them stop abruptly and look up at him. Raina stood up and approached him, "He just came five minutes ago," she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Please listen," she said.Raina kissed his cheeks as soon as she said that.Marco forced a smile and nodded, trying to hide the disappointment he felt. He had hoped to unwind and have some alone time after a grueling day, but it seemed that fate had other plans for him.Raina went upstairs, leaving Marco and David alone in the living room. The silence between them was palpable, and Marco could feel the tension rising. He wasn't sure what to say, or how to

Marco woke up to the sound of his alarm blaring, but when he looked at the time, he realized that it was past eight. Panic set in as he realized he had overslept, and he quickly jumped out of bed."Shit, shit, shit," he whispered.He looked to the side and stared at Raina as she slept."Raina, wake up! We're going to be late for school," Marco yelled as he shook her shoulder.Raina groaned and rubbed her eyes. "What time is it?" she asked, her voice groggy."It's past eight! We need to hurry," Marco replied, frantically searching for his clothes.Raina shot out of bed, and they both started scrambling to get dressed. They rummaged through their closet, searching for something to wear."What are you going to wear?" Raina asked, holding up a blue dress."I don't know. I can't decide," Marco replied, looking through his clothes.He finally settled on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. Raina chose a green skirt and a white blouse.They used different bathrooms, Marco was so sure he mi

As Marco sat in the principal's office, his heart was pounding in his chest. He knew he had messed up big time, and now he was going to face the consequences. He fidgeted with his hands, his eyes fixed on the floor, unable to meet the stern gaze of the principal. He felt like he was drowning in his guilt.The guilt was eating him alive, he had promised himself not to turn to Chris.That he shouldn't give the boy another evidence that he could get a rise out of him and from the look on his face, she thought so too."I'm disappointed in you, Marco," the principal said, his voice low and firm. "You know that violence is never the answer, yet you still chose to punch Chris. What were you thinking?"Marco didn't have an answer. He knew he had made a mistake, but at that moment, all he could think about was how angry he was at Chris. How quickly people seem to forget all Chris has done to him since he knew him.He has had fun taunting him for weeks, months, and years making fun of his clot