The Love thing

 

There are a lot of things that I do not understand and the love thing is one of them.

I mean, there is this girl in our class. Her name is Izzy. She's nothing extraordinary. Long hair. Long legs. Big smile. Just like any other girl.

Mark has been going all gooey around her. He says he's got a problem with parents, with math, and with his love life. What?
  One day Mark and Izzy started to think up names for 'their children'. What? If somebody asks me I would say first they need to establish a language that they can communicate in. Izzy is Portuguese and Mark is Polish and their English is not that great.

Suddenly Henry tells me that he is in love with Izzy's easy smile. What?

Mark and Henry confront Izzy to see which one of them is more cute. Izzy says that they are both very cute and she points out to little Jack and says that he is also very cute.

This causes a little problem.

Who else does Izzy think is cute? Does Mark win or does Henry win? Why can't Izzy commit?

One day she walks home with Mark, another day with Henry and yet another day with people I don't know. Most of the time though she walks on her own.

What is going on???

Maybe Mark was right. Maybe we could get on top of this love thing if only we were not distracted by geography, history, German, math...

Yours sincerely,

Marcus

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