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Secret Garden Marcus was a seriously dark soul. I'd never met anyone like him. He was someone I could picture being in my life forever. And that didn't scare me. I sat in Calculus trying to drown away the teacher's lecture with thoughts of what my future would be and where I'd be a few years from now. And it was strange because every time I thought about my life in terms of days, weeks, months, and even years from now, I kept seeing Marcus. I sighed. I'm a silly seventeen year old girl infatuated with a guy I barely know. Or…I may be… I shuddered at the thought. But I thought of Marcus. A lot. He made me incredibly happy. I'm

2:51 a.m. We walk nonchalantly down the sidewalk away from the house without ever considering the fact that we could be caught. You peer into the sky for stars, but all we find are the streetlamps. I find myself singing "Slide" by the Goo-Goo Dolls because that song reminds me of us for some reason. We are careless. We are criminals. We are Fred and Rosemary. Judith and Alvin. And we didn't wash it off our hands. We amble about the town with our stab-happy hearts banging. No one pays much attention to us. But we are vulnerable. We are obvious. We walk and walk and then lay in the field of grass next to the interstate. You light a ciga