Thread:Mirai Moon/@comment-5525077-20151222020410/@comment-5870363-20160723121345

Chapter 2 - Martin, Maarten, Martan.

It's not like my other friends were any better than Nik and Cam. Mayjack, for example. All he ever did while we spoke over Skype is sing Future's Where Ya At and F**k Up Some Commas, and occasionally made a joke about my Judaism or something to that effect. Mayjack was a good lad though. We'd known eachother since Grade 1. It was Martin I had serious issues with. In Grade 11, when Rachel had moved here from Ankara, we ended up in the same 5th period Social Studies class. My, I want to say acquaintance, Martin Kestler, was also in this class. Because Martin and I always worked well together, we decided to sit next to eachother in this class. We were seated in 3x3 rows of 2 desks. Rachel was seated a desk to my left, albeit we were seperated by the space between the rows.

She was absolutely stunning. I won't get into detail due to privacy reasons, but she had long, curly brown hair and stunning green eyes. I was just awestruck when I first saw her. Our teacher, Mr. Ersberg, introduced her as Rachel, and explained how she'd recently left Turkey with her family and moved here. "Yes," I thought, "conversation starter.". My cousin was born in Turkey (Istanbul, precisely. At the time I didn't know she was from Ankara). I didn't know how well she spoke English until we had to present our first projects of the year. She spoke it fluently as any Englishwoman, and she had a lovely accent. I was damn near in love. Martin had to stop me from staring. When she finished presenting, I applauded and smiled at her as she returned to her seat. She smiled back, making me feel like fainting from my ecstatic state.

Snapping out of my little trance, I'd realised it was Gilbert's turn to present. Gilbert, a Korean student. Gilbert, who was high during pretty much every class he attended. Gilbert, who hadn't prepared a presentation.

(MORE TO COME IF THE DEMAND IS THERE, SHOW YOU WANT THE REAL STORY OF TC1!)