Trying to decide

Marcus Caine

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Marcus was sitting on a bench. He was trying to decide what he should do, he really wanted to explore bleak street but last time he had been caught and his mother was even closer this time. He couldn't think of anything to do that would amuse him.

After a minute or so, he began to hum. Soon afterwards, the humming became whistling. Marcus sat on the bench whistling a song that was on the radio but he didn't know the name of it, all he knew was that it was an incredibly catchy song. The boy began to tap his feet in time with his whistling and, before long, he was dancing slightly to the tune, though still sat on the bench. Marcus could feel peoples eyes on him and e knew that he was getting a but of attension, this only encouraged him to whistle it again after he had finished.
 
Gisella watched a boy began whistling and dancing on a bench, her pink, full lips curling up into amusement as her big blue eyes did the same. She giggled quietly and once he was finished she walked towards him, clapping playfully. "Nice dance," she said with her strong French accent. The young girl flashed the boy a pretty smile as she ran her fingers through her long, soft brown hair expectantly.
 
Marcus looked up at the sound of clapping and grinned. There was a girl walking towards him, around his age, he laughed and mock bowed to her. "Why thank you. I made it up all by myself." he stuck out his hand to her. "Marcus Caine." He did know how to be polite when he felt people were worthy of it. His definition of worthy was different to the rest of his familys'. They were all about blood status and he based it on the person. This girl seemed nice so she was worthy.
 
Gisella smiled at the boy as he bowed to her and she playfully curtsied, before taking her fingers off of her flowing skirt and onto the boy's. "Giselle Lorka," she introduced with a beaming grin, brightening her face. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Marucs," she said airily. She looked around the street, wondering what to say next she blurted out, "Do you always whistle and dance on park benches?"
 
"And you Giselle." Marcus spoke politely still, the girl was quite pretty but he wasn't old enough to think anything of it yet. He laughed at her question, it was his real laugh, full of actual humor. "No, I got bored and decided to do something about it. Mother's taking a long time today." He rolled his eyes playfully, he noticed that alot of grown up women took forever to shop, and they seemed to be teaching girls how to take ages aswell.
 

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