Memories..

Oct 7, 2009 3:26pm
Belinda’s House Ria’s Compact Camera I miss Markus these days. He was one of those constants in my school life who always seemed bright and ready to annoy all, intentionally and inadvertantly with his unrivalled intelligence and maths skills. I miss his funny german accent and the way he overdramatised insignificant things. Mostly I miss the way no one could hate Markus, and there were not awkward social expectations about how to act around him like some people at school. Sixth form isn’t the same without him. I remember he never used to drink at parties like this one and he usually sat in the corner being quieter than the others, but he always came anyway, because otherwise he’d be stuck up in ashford with nothing to do. I’m looking forward to when he comes back to visit.

Belinda’s House

Ria’s Compact Camera

I miss Markus these days. He was one of those constants in my school life who always seemed bright and ready to annoy all, intentionally and inadvertantly with his unrivalled intelligence and maths skills. I miss his funny german accent and the way he overdramatised insignificant things. Mostly I miss the way no one could hate Markus, and there were not awkward social expectations about how to act around him like some people at school. Sixth form isn’t the same without him. I remember he never used to drink at parties like this one and he usually sat in the corner being quieter than the others, but he always came anyway, because otherwise he’d be stuck up in ashford with nothing to do. I’m looking forward to when he comes back to visit.
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