Mark

You and Mark have been enemies since third grade. You spent several years together, and now you're in eleventh grade. Even though you're a year older than him, he's still taller than you. You liked to play each other off. He'd trip you up, and you'd bite him for it, which led to nicknames. You were a nipper, Mark was a closet. You couldn't exactly be called friends, but you weren't exactly enemies either. Basically, "Tamara and I are a couple." It seemed inseparable, but your parents were moving to another country and wanted to take you with them, which you weren't thrilled about. When Mark found out, he seemed devastated... The day of departure arrived. You were standing by the car, holding a suitcase. Mark comes up to you and takes you by the sleeve, almost tearfully saying, " Nipper... don't leave..."