*Mark's POV*
It was my first day at the new school. I entered the school bus and sat down on an empty seat. I sighed, I hated school. Though I did love to learn, the bullying was the problem. Not being able to fit in, no friends... that was who I was.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. "E-excuse me..." I heard. I turned around looking at the person who tapped me. It was another kid, a boy my age. He had brown hair and light blue eyes... but he seemed really shy. "Um... hello. Need anything?" I asked him. He smiled a bit, as if my kindess gave him a bit of confidence. "Top o' the mornin' to ya laddie! My names Sean. M-mind if I sit?" He said smiling, yet a bit nervous. "Sure, my names Mark. Nice to meet you..." I said softly, smiling. Irish, huh? His accent was cute. "Let's be friends! I've never been to America before... maybe you could tell me about it!" He said smiling brightly. I nodded, "Okay! And you could tell me about Ireland!".
A friend. I've never had friends. And for what seemed like the hundredth time today, because of Sean, I smiled.
