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[Marissa Davis]

Marissa groaned as she rolled over in her bed and the bright light from the sun hit her face. She had forgotten to close the blind again and now the beams from the sun were giving her a headache. Well she couldn't really blame her headache on the sun, she could mostly blame it on the alcohol she had the night before. She reached her arm over her head and grabbed the alarm clock off her night stand. 1:47. It was already 1:47 and she was still in bed. Its not like she had any plans for the day though so what did she care?

After laying in bed for a while trying to get rid of the horrible pain that was in her head she decided just laying there wasn't going to help. She slowly pushed her blankets off her and walked down the hall to the bathroom. After taking a 25 minute shower she brushed her teeth and walked back down the hall. She quickly stopped in her parents room to see if they were there, but not to her surprise they werent. Her parents were probably at work which meant she was home alone. Well there was always Eileen, the maid.

Marissa took a Victoria's Secret sweat suit out of her closet and put it on. It was one of the little things she owned that was not designer. She put on a pair of pink puma sneakers and looked at herself in her full length mirror. UGH, she really needed some make up, but didn't want to put any on. She grabbed her eyeliner and her mascara off her dresser and applied some. That was good enough.

Marissa walked into her Kitchen as she pulled her hair up into a pony tail letting the shorter strands fall around her face. She opened up her refrigerator only to find uncooked food. "Damn." she said to herself as she shut the door. She was in no mood to make something so she decided she would go hungry.

After she grabbed her cell phone off the kitchen counter she headed out to the park. It was a pretty nice day out and it was a perfect day to just sit and relax for a while. She walked around the park until she found a nicely shaded area. She sat on the bench that was under a tree. She watched as the occasional jogger ran by. This was nice, silence. That is until she heard someone come up behind her. "Can i help you with something?" she asked rudely when the person just stood there. She didnt even care to look and see who it was.

[Spencer Hayes]

Spencer liked the summer days near school. He spent the summer in the city. His parents thought it was good for him, spending so much time on his own, with a friend or surrogate family. They told him that it taught him independence, which he supposed was true in a sense. His therapist also thought it was a good idea. Spencer, for his part, didn't mind terribly being away from his parents. He liked the school and the city and the surrounding areas so he was content.

He had decided to go to the park and kit was a rather nice afternoon. He ate lunch (grilled cheese, blue fruit type juice, and red colored noodles) and then went to the park. He was dressed simply, as was his "style". He had on long, dark denim jeans that were perhaps a little tighter then was appreciate. His blue t0shirt hugged his skinny frame and his shoes were worn out white sneakers that were really more gray now. His messenger bag was slung over his shoulder and it contained a rather large physics text book that he intended to read and study while in the park that day.

Spencer walked for a while, just along the path and then off the path because there were no "keep of the grass" signs (which were rather ambiguous anyway) so he felt comfortable doing so. He considered looking for a bench to sit on but for the moment he was content just walking, the slight weight of his bag bumping against his leg. He was very aware of his surroundings, because that was simply his nature. he noticed each step he took, how his steps felt different on the grass then the cement, how they sounded different. He noticed the trees and that was actually what brought him to a stand still behind a bench containing a girl about his age.

He was staring at a tree, perhaps five feet away. his back was to the girl on the bench, though he had seen her earlier, from the the back. He was rather focused on the tree. He was not a botanist and decided in the moment that he would learn what he could about botany, go to the book store and purchase a book on the subject. it was a rather large tree, with very large leaves with three separate points. The bark was dark and looked rough and he thought perhaps he would walk closer to the tree, examine it more closely.

"Can i help you with something?"

The voice of the girl on the bench caused him to refocus, though he didn't take his eyes form the tree. he recognized her voice. She was in his grade at school. Marissa Davis. She was a rather kind girl, even Spencer knew that. He was, oblivious to the harshness of her voice and answered like it was a serious question, because he was Spencer.

"I'm sure you could, though I don't believe I need help with anything in particular at the present moment." He stated in his blank voice. Spencer was shy, no doubt about that. But when he was asked a question, he answered, truthfully, bluntly and well logically to the point of almost scientifically.