there is a cute boy who always sits in the front row of 3d calc. he scrunches his nose frequently. i imagine his name to be Mark, and he has a little sister who wears frilly pink dresses to church and a pretty mom who worries if he's eating enough fruit, and a quiet dad who smiles but doesn't say much. the green shirt he's wearing is from the time he worked with the Nature Conservatory over the summer that his dog Harriet died and he met an unconventionally beautiful girl there who taught him her favorite constellations and though theyve since gone their separate ways to college and dont really keep in touch, he does briefly think of that summer when he's walking home alone at night and happens to see a few stars twinkle bright enough over the streetlights.