~ Marco/Mark ~
Mr. Stephenson gave me many tasks today—from checking ten and eleven-grade students’ assignments, then writing the marks to a form and reviewing their quizzes too. It took me more than three hours to finish. When I had done it all, I remembered Esme.
I groaned since I should have told her earlier. I hoped she wasn’t mad at me for letting her wait for so long. But, when I was outside Mr. Stephenson’s working room, I didn’t see Esme. Where was she? Did she go home alone without waiting for me?
I called her phone, but she didn’t pick it up. I dialed a few times, but still, Esme didn’t pick it up. Was she mad at me?
Then a girl ran in front of me. Her friend called her. “Where have you been?”
“I was in the vacant lot next to the cafeteria. Sorry for being late. You know,
