Mark

Another day was as stressful as yesterday and my face hardens when the day finishes. I lived in the most modern apartment in room 206. Its alright I guess. Its usually fine when I'm driving home, but there's always something else. And there is, this girl who lives right next to me. Her name was Kiarra but she's not that important, because she's black. I hate it. Why does she always talk to ME? There's a whole hall full of people, why me?

It would be better if she was asian like me. Probably would be better looking. Her hair looked like another asian woman's but sometimes when she leaves home, it looks like a monster is hiding on top of her hair.

Oh god I think I can hear her coming right now.

Kiarra

"Hi Mark. Looks like the rain isn't gonna let up, huh?" I waved and he just looked at me. Sometimes I just feel like he doesn't like me just to not like me. This would always make me uncomfortable the way he would stay there and stare at me. Maybe he didn't have anything to say or he was having a brain fart. At times I would just slink away to my apartment, leaving him there to his thoughts. Other times I would get closer to him and try to speak to him more.

What was with him anyways? I mean I try and he's just not helping at all. Once he did say something to me, but all he said was not to talk to him and that he was busy. I heard that he was some kind of celebrity, but even that I could not believe. Now that I seem