Loving Mark

Originally published at https://www.splicetoday.com.

Mark walked into ninth grade Spanish class wearing baggy JNCO jeans, a Marilyn Manson t-shirt, a pierced eyebrow, and black eyeliner. His jet-black hair was slicked back and held in a ponytail. I wanted to know him more, but he sat too far away, and I was too shy to talk to him. It wasn’t until junior year that we were finally able to sit together in typing class. One day I was goofing off…