The girl on fire I had never quite understood the true nature of the opposite sex, especially when it came to a certain girl. Not as shallow as one may presume, and yet still with many lessons yet to be learned. I suppose that is where I come in, unexpected as it may be. For I had, at the time, not found any reason to talk to anyone at that particular place. That nearly wretched place. A school?
Perhaps. The teachers were fine and dandy, but that is never really my problem. It was always the students. My peers that were so ever irritating. But she, even though confused as I at one time or another, was more or less a sanctuary compared to sitting with those animals. Her name was Marlo.
Her hair was not so far from the delicate beauty of a raven's feathers, its own occasional bobs and swirls magnificent and strangely dramatic. Her skin oddly pale for a girl of that age. No time to be depressed and anti-social if you haven't had any problems yet in your life. At the pre