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Mark walked through Brightstone, Smiling happily tohimself. He stopped when he felt the urge to sretch, He stuck his arms out as far as they would go and let out a groan. He sighed and sat on the dry grass next to a large tree that was near enough leaf less. Mark looked up at the night sky. It was a clear night with no clouds in sight and millions of stars were glittering in the velvet sky like little diamonds. He looked across when he heard someone walking towards him.
 
Zascha walked, starring up at the starry sky. She was about to walk on someone but she heard them move and came to an abrupt halt. "Sorry. I didn't see you there." Zascha hoped it was too dark for him to see the bruise on the side of her face where her step dad had hit her. She didn't exactly like talking about him as she saw him as a complete @rsehole.
 
Mark smiled up at the pretty girl then shrugged. "Dont worry about it, happends all the time." He shifted aroound and gestured for her to sit down, as she did look abit upset. He was happy to speak to someone and infact it was well needed.
 
Zascha smiled. She was glad that he was kind. "Thanks." She sat next to the boy and held her hand out to him. "I'm Zascha Bresilley." It was a good thing he hadn't noticed her face. She didn't know whether she could stop herself from crying if he asked about it.
 
Mark shrugged then took hold of her hand and shook it. " Well Zascha Bresilley it is very nice to meet you." He smiled then noticed the bruises on her face. He gasped, but decided not to say anything about it as it wasnt his place nor his buisness. A cold wind blew across him. He shivered a little. " Its a bit cold isnt it, would you like my hoodie?"
 
Zascha shook her head. "No, it's alright. I'm fine." She had noticed his gasp but was happy that he didn't question her. Her step dad was her least favourite person and she couldn't wait to get away from him. "So, do you live with your parents??"
 
Zascha shrugged. "I live with my step parents, Pascal and Jeanne-Claire, and my step sister, Sophia. I don't really get along with any of themexcept my step mum and that's only when we're alone together." She looked around. "I've never met my real parents. They died when I was three."
 
Mark looked down then away. " I no the feeling, well kind off. My mum died giving birth to me. My dad sometimes tells me that its my fault shes dead and that he would rather have her then me." Mark scratched his head then hugged his knees against his chest and rested his chin on his arms and sighed
 
"Pascal and Sophia never wanted me. It was only Jeanne-Claire. Sohia didn't want a sister because she was happy getting all the attention to herself and Pascal hates other people's children. Jeanne-Claire jus waed to have another child without having to ruin her figure. She's a model so figure is everything." Zascha shrugged. She hated how her life had turned out but there was nothing she could do about it.
 
Mark frowned. Her life diddnt sound too fun. He diddnt like his own life although hers did sound worse. " Well that doesnt sound too great, it kinda puts mine to shame." He smiled slightly to try and lighten the mood. He figited alittle trying to get comfy again
 
Zascha shrugged again. "I've kinda learnt to live with it. It's been the same for eleven years. It just got worse when they found out I was a witch. I think they see me as a threat. They were perfectly happy sending me off to a boarding school."
 
Mark frowned. " They see you as a threat, ok then. I would see you more of an asset more than anything." He looked at her again. He felt really sorry for her, what she said kind of explaind her face but not entirely but he still wasnt going to ask.
 
Zascha shrugged. "I don't understand them most of the time. Jeanne-Claire's ok but as soon as Pascal or Sophia are around she starts acting like a stuck-up b!tch. It's seriously annoying. Sophia hates me because I apparently have no fashion." She shrugged again. "I don't really care though. I ignore her most of the time."
 
Zascha rolled her eyes. "There not my family. I don't know who my family are. I wish I did though. I'd love to have a proper family." Her voice was quiet in the last sentence she said. "Why is it that the one thing people want are always the things they can never have??"
 
Mark shrugged. " Well i dont no my whole family. I only know my dad and that isnt really an achievement i hate him. I never knew my mum and i dont have any brothers or sisters." Mark knew how she felt so he could comfort her, not that she needed it.
 
Mark laughed. " Well dont worry i wont be in a i hate life mood then. I shall save it for some other time." He smiled widely. " So can i get you something to eat, or drink. Or anything for that matter?" Mark diddnt want to dwell on his moody lows so wanted to do something
 
"No it's alright." She shook her head. "I'm fine." Zascha spent her life doing things for her step family so she didn't like having people do things for her. She knew what it was like to be treated like a slave and wished people would just do their own thing instead of ordering others around.
 
Mark shrugged. " Ok then. So then what do you want to do?" Mark looked at her. She seemed like a nice girl but she also seemed troubled. Well of course she was after what she had told him, but there was still something weird about it
 
Zascha shrugged and moved her hair back to where it had been. She didn't want Mark to ask questions about the scratches she had across the back of her neck. "I dunno. I tend to do nothing in my free time. Free time isn't exactly something I'm used to so I never know what to do with it."
 
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